Chapter 19
Bryan
I was fascinated by the entire idea, though I was completely thrown off by the fact that Hailey wanted to attempt something like this. I could tell she was weak and tired and exhausted from work or whatever other excuse she was using nowadays. I could see the pallor of her body getting worse, and though the moonlight illuminated her skin in a way that made her look healthy, I could tell by the clamminess of her skin that she was anything but. However, the moment she began pulling out the tarp and the canvas and the paints, I saw that spark ignite behind her eye, that beautiful spark I remembered from the first leg of our journey before that fight. Before something switched with Hailey that caused her to travel down the road she was racing toward. Honestly, I would’ve never thought of something like this. Having a canvas this big and using another body to paint on it? It was ingenious. I wondered how many other people had attempted this and started thinking about what they looked like. Would it just be a canvas full of two different types of paint? Or would it have a shape to it? Like a geometric pattern? Her body was warming underneath my touch, and had she not been covered in that beautiful navy-blue paint, I would’ve reveled in the healthy color of her skin. I felt her lips swelling against mine, pulling a groan from my throat as she finally parted her legs for me. I was already leaking for her, desperate to be inside of her body as I pressed myself up toward her entrance.
Then I looked into her eyes, just to make sure she was okay. I was heaving for air, shaking with the pleasure coursing through my body while her sparkling eyes stared back at me. The smile on her face was nothing short of perfection, and there was something inside of me that was screaming to screenshot it, to commit it to memory in case it didn’t come back for a while. So, that’s exactly what I did. I took stock of every single part of her body, how she was contorted underneath me, how her chest was panting for air, how beautifully swollen her lips were, and how hot her pussy was against my girth. I took in the bright white smile she was throwing my way and how it made her luscious eyes sparkle, and for several moments, I simply afforded myself the time to devour her beauty, the natural beauty that had drawn me to her even before I’d known who she was. Then, without another word, I slid into her. Her back arched, and I wrapped my arm around her, pressing her hips closer to me as I slid as deep as I’ve ever been inside of her. Her jaw unhinged, and her eyes rolled back, and I knew exactly what I was going to do with her the moment I felt her walls clamp down onto me. I took my hand and pressed it against her abdomen, moving that beautiful sweet spot to me as her jaw unhinged. “Holy shit, Bryan. What’s-what the—?” With small, barely-there thrusts, I grazed my girth against that rough spot. We saturated the canvas with our colors while I watched her skin prickle, causing a smile to erupt on my face when she shook against me. Her body was draped backward, her shoulders on the canvas while her hips were rolling into me. I could feel her walls already pulsing, reeling for their release while I touched a part of her no one else had. This was a first for me, and I was determined to give her a first in return.
“What are you hitting? What is that? Please don’t stop. Please. Don’t. Sto—” Her words were cut off as she choked on her orgasm. I felt the pleasure coursing through her veins while I continued to rock against that spot. I pressed down heavier into her abdomen, bringing it closer as she called out my name in ecstasy. Her body felt light as a feather against mine, a stark contrast to the curvy woman I’d come to know. But even with her dwindling weight and her bald head, she still emanated the spirit I’d fallen so desperately in love with. She was unashamed of the fury of her orgasm as she wailed out into the room, and the moment she collapsed back down onto the canvas, Ileaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips. She was so overtaken with shock that she couldn’t even pucker them back to kiss me. In an instant, I rolled us over. Her limp body was on mine, her hands pressing into the canvas while she tried to steady herself. My hands rolled down her back, grasping her beautiful ass while I slowly moved her hips against mine. She panted into my neck while the paint dripped from our bodies, and soon, she found her rhythm before she leaned up and planted her hands on my chest. Her hips rocked, and her bosom swayed. I latched onto her thick thighs, untouched with whatever stress was devouring the rest of her body. She rocked and bounced. She moaned and began to sweat. I could see the dribbles of salted water washing away the paint on her body, and in a flash, I reached over and dipped my hand into the navyblue ocean of liquid. Islathered it all over her body while she slammed herself onto my lap, but the moment didn’t last for long before I rolled her over again. She reached for the black paint and covered my body again before I started undulating into her. Her legs were wrapped around me while her arms were spread eagle, and I interlocked our fingers together before I pinned her hands above her head. Her breasts were jumping for me perfectly as her hips rose to meet mine, and I soon forgot about the canvas underneath our bodies. I forgot about the artwork we were attempting to create. This beautiful woman, who had stolen my heart and my mind, was in the process of stealing my soul. I was in the process of giving everything over to her, and for the first time in my life, I was no longer frightened. I was no longer scared of the future or wondering what in the hell she was hiding from me. All I knew in that moment, as I watched her face contort with pleasure while our bodies rocked against one another’s, was that I wanted her for as long as I could have her. And if I was lucky enough, that would mean the rest of our lives. Suddenly, in a show of dominance, she pushed me forward and laid me back down. She turned herself around and lowered her beautiful body onto mine, giving me the perfect view of her ass while she ground against me. I ran my hands up her back, the black paint swirling with the navy shimmer of her body while I planted my feet on the ground. Her hands hit my knees, trying to gain some leverage while she rendered me immobile, and all I could do was take in the pleasure her body was giving me while I pulsed against her walls. “Hailey, you’re so beautiful. So perfect.” The words fell from my lips like a prayer, and for a moment, she stopped. Her beautiful body hovered over the tip of my cock like she was debating what I’d said. I allowed my hands to run over her perfect ass, caressing and massaging every inch of her I could while her entire body trembled. Then, I sat up quickly and took her to her knees before I slid into her and started to pound. Her shoulders dropped to the canvas, and she allowed her bosom to do all the painting. My hips were jiggling her beautiful body for my own viewing pleasure, and she bucked back into me wildly while pants and whimpers fell from between her lips. I could feel her body coating me with its scent while we scrambled on the canvas for one another, and then, I felt her body vibrating against mine. I felt her silken walls throbbing, begging for her release as I picked up my pace. Sweat was dripping down my brow as Hailey’s entire body collapsed to the canvas, and I followed her while I continued to thrust. “Bryan. Oh, Bryan. The things you do to me. Yes. Don’t stop. Please. Help me come. Please, Bryan.” “Always, Hailey,” I said into her ear. “I will always help you.” I writhed against her body as I planted my hands beside her chest. I rose up and thrust into her tired body, her figure sloshing along the canvas while drones of pleasure escaped from her throat. I felt my hips stuttering, signaling my impending release while I watched her body arch. Then, Islammed into her one last time before the two of us fell over the edge. I collapsed on top of her while her body’s vise grip milked me of everything I had. I heard the faintest ripping sound, and it drew my gaze up to where Hailey’s fingernails dug so far into the canvas, it ripped where she was clawing. I poured myself into her body, knowing it would leak out onto the paint that was swirling beneath our bodies. If Hailey knew she had torn the canvas, she didn’t seem to care. We shook together for what felt like an hour before we finally settled down. I could see the sweat rising on the back of her neck as I took in a deep breath. Then I helped her off the canvas before we moved to lay on the edge of the tarp. The two of us had to gather ourselves before we could stand, but when we did, all we could do was marvel at the strange creation. It actually turned out like an odd geometric pattern. There were beautiful swirls of black and navy in the middle, and as it tapered out toward the edges there were visible handprints where we’d pinned one another down. Rounded motions filled out the edges before part of the white canvas back bled through, and some areas were saturated more with color than others. It lent an odd sort of shading to the entire thing, one that mesmerized me while I continued to look at it. It wasn’t until I felt Hailey’s hand slip into mine that I was ripped from the trance our artwork held me under. “It’s a visual symbol of our love,” she said, grinning. “What do you think?” “I think you could get a pretty buck for this painting,” I said. “You think I’m going to sell this?” “Why wouldn’t you?” I asked. “It’s unique. It’s different. I’m sure someone would enjoy it.” “You want me to sell a painting we created by having sex.” “Hey, you’re the one who wanted something different,” I said, grinning. “I’m just taking it to the next logical step.” “Fine. Then maybe I will sell it.” The two of us thought about what that might entail, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. The idea of someone actually framing this and taking it home was a little odd. They’d have this weird piece of two random people sitting in their living room or some shit, and they would probably debate on what type of instruments were used in creating this painting. “I wonder if someone could peg the fact that those two dollops of paint there are from my boobs,” Hailey said. “Depends, I suppose. See that long stripe over there?” I asked. “Yeah?’ “Give you one guess as to what made that.” I winked at her, and she playfully slapped my arm. Her laughter filled the room, and I closed my eyes and allowed it to wash over me. She had this innocent little giggle that slowly morphed into a chest-wracking howl. If a slow-clap ever had a laugh-type form, it would be Hailey’s laugh. And it was one of my favorite attributes of her. “Well, I suppose we should hop in a shower,” I said.
“You mean you don’t want to fall asleep covered in black paint?” she asked. “Probably not. It might get a little itchy in places I can’t reach.” “That’s why I’m here,” she said, winking. “To reach the places you can’t.” “I thought I was the one who did that tonight.” “I still have no idea what you hit, by the way. I’ve never experienced something like that before,” she said. “Well, then we both had a first tonight.” I looked down at her while her big, bright eyes traveled up to mine. I took her hand and led her around the tarp. Then the two of us made our way into her tiny little bathroom. I reached into her shower and turned on the water, cranking up the heat, so we wouldn’t have to scrub to get this paint off our bodies. Then, I held out my hand and helped her into the shower before I followed in behind.