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Color Run | Eveine

Tagging ➙ Senay Seine & Sam Evans Time Frame ➙ Wednesday Evening — [09.16.15] Location ➙ Senay & Sam’s Apartment | San Francisco, CA General Notes ➙ Stroke game.

Sam It was another night holed up in his studio but this time, Sam had a plan. The evening was one for paints and canvas, working on a piece that he'd been fussing with for a few weeks. It still didn't look like much to look at, but served as a distraction while he waited for Senay to arrive. With the stereo playing, and a few paint streaks on his bare chest, he was setting a trap for his stubborn fiancee. Otis was crooning about cigarettes and coffee when he heard the front door open, and full lips twitched into a smirk because he knew Senay would eventually make her way to him, and he was totally ready to put his moves in action. Wiggling his hips to make sure his jeans were sitting at the appropriate level of inappropriate, he kept his gaze on the work in progress, his gaze pensive as he added the occasional strokes of blue to the swirl of colors.

Senay wiggled her way home while finishing up the last of her walk from work. The hills in the city were not to be trifled with, and she usually preferred driving to her part-time shifts at SPARK, but the last couple of weeks left her with extra energy that had to be expended somehow. Walking and biking to and from one of her jobs helped...a little. She was slow to remove her headphones when she sashayed in, only hearing the low music coming from somewhere else as she ventured through the house on her usual path of finding a place for her bag, glancing through the mail, and looking for Sam. She took her time getting to him, her mind wandering, choosing ways in which she could tease him tonight. She could always throw on one of his t-shirts, maybe pull up a filthy movie and take care of herself somewhere where he could both see and hear her... The planning was short-lived, coming to a stop when she found him in his studio, half-dressed, paint-covered, and looking particularly tempting. "Hello, Sammy..." she greeted sweetly, settling her shoulder against the doorway as she skeptically eyed him. "You look...busy."

Sam didn't turn around right away, though he did smile at the sound of her voice. Instead he flexed a bit, showing off broad back muscles while he stretched over the large canvas to dab a bit of paint on a bare spot. "Hey Junebug," he called out, eventually turning around and greeting her with a slow grin. "How was your day?"

Senay was hesitant to move any further into the room, especially after she watched Sam's show of stretching that highlighted the muscles carved into his lean form. "My day was fine. I poked around the office for the most part. We weren't too busy so I got to fill my afternoon with music and candy." Crossing her arms, she remained firm in her spot, her eyes moving to the canvas. "How are you? Have you been in here all day?"

Sam "Music and candy, sounds like a typical Senay day." Dropping the brush in a nearby mug, Sam wiped paint-covered hands on the worn denim of his jeans. "I'm doing alright. Been in here working for a good few hours. I was feeling inspired, so I decided to paint. But ehh...I don't know about this piece. Guess I'm not feeling as inspired about it right now. Might have to switch it up, jump start the creativity, you know?" Long fingers raked through blond locks and he offered her a cheeky grin. "What's my muse up to this evening? You workin' tonight?"

Senay chanced a walk into the room to get a better look at Sam's work. His talent never failed to impress her, a small lighting her face as she studied the unfinished piece. "I think it looks good so far. That burst of inspiration treated you well. I'm sure you can get it back, maybe find something else to focus on for a minute." Shaking her head, she looked up at Sam, beginning to question his smile but choosing to answer the question instead. "I'm in for the night. I was going to take Lark out for a walk but he doesn't look like he's in a hurry to move anywhere anytime soon. So I was just gonna get some dinner and chill. I can leave you to your work."

Sam crossed his arms. "Yeah, I'm thinking a different focus is the way to go. I already took Lark for his walk and he's been fed so yeah, he's good. If you're not too busy tonight, you wanna chill with me? Since you're free and all. I might need some assistance from my favorite lady this evening. If you're up for it, that is."

Senay was fine with checking an item off her list of things to do, glad that their pup was all taken care of. She couldn't spend the time on their walk plotting, but the change of plans was still welcome. "Well well... I guess that's one less thing I have to take care of. I've really got the night free now so I can totally be of assistance... I'm not sure how I would be, though. What exactly would I have to be up for?"

Sam "Oh yeah. I took care of it all. Even Gizzy went out for a little walk, though she had to be carried back." He laughed at that and stepped a little closer, enough to hover but keep his hands from reaching out to pull her to him. "Well darlin', I wanna start a new project. Fresh color palette, with a brand-spankin' new canvas. You. How about it, sweetheart? Strip down, spread you out, and see what kind of inspiration you pull outta me."

Senay laughed, "Of course she did. You call me spoiled, but Giz is something else." She tilted her head up to keep herself from staring at the dulling flecks of paint on his chest, brown eyes widening just a bit at his idea. He definitely had time to plot. Another laugh eased out along with a quick nod. "I should have known you had something brewing when I came home to this little scene you've set up here. I'm all for it, though. I'll lose the clothes and you can tell me where you want me."

Sam shrugged, because he most definitely spoiled his girl, but Gizmo had nothing on Senay. He wasn't gonna say that, because he was too busy enjoying her reaction to the proposition. Olive eyes were wide and innocent and he gave another shrug, though the crooked smirk he tried (and failed) to hide betrayed his other intentions. "Don't know what you're talkin' about. Maybe seeing you now, I coulda had a stroke of genius. But, anyway. I'll set up shop in the living room and you can meet me there, when you're ready. Bring a sheet with ya, babylove. Don't wanna make a mess on the floor."

Senay didn't believe a word he said about strokes of genius because it was all lies. She knew it, and the look she gave him let him know that she knew it. Still, she had no intention of backing out of the obvious set up. If nothing else, it'd be fun. "I'll be with you in a minute," she promised before turning on her heel to head upstairs. Undressing didn't take long, and once she grabbed a sheet from the linen closet, she was bouncing down the stairs in a small silk robe that she only wore while fanning out the light cover over the hardwood floor. Bare toes reached out to straighten a corner while thin fingers tugged the tie hanging loosely over her middle. "This almost feels like I'm posing nude for something," she mused. "That's something I've always wanted to do, but I think this'll be just as good." Her smile was bright as she let black silk slip over tan skin and meet the floor in a delicate pool. "How should I pose for you?"

Sam knew despite the flat, disbelieving look she'd tossed in his direction, she'd give in and that only made his grin wider. Thoroughly amused, he watched her slip from the studio to change and he saw to gathering the materials he'd need, carrying the case of body paints he'd picked up earlier from the store, and a new painter's palette, along with two mugs, one empty, and the other filled with clean brushes. Padding barefoot into the living room, Sam set the materials on the coffee table and moved to the kitchen to fill the empty mug with water. By the time Senay had returned, he was pulling out the small tubes of body paint from the case. Because staring was absolutely allowed in their bet (and because he was perfectly fine with Senay being aware of his less than gentlemanly thoughts), Sam took his time, letting his gaze linger on soft skin hidden under the silk robe. "Well I am a real arteeest, so yep. You're totally posing. And turning into art. Not that you're not already pretty as a picture." He backed his compliment with a silly smile and nodded once the sheet was down and her robe was off. Once again his stare was bold, eyes narrowed while taking in the slender curves he'd missed desperately. But he'd bite down on those feelings, especially if it meant teasing the hell out of her tonight. "On your back, Junebug" he told her, the command firm but friendly while he picked up the palette and started to dab on the assorted paints. "Arms up, shut your eyes, and just relax. I'll take care of the rest."

Senay preened beneath the praise, her smile warm. She took a moment to pose before she moved, a hand resting in the dip of her hip while she allowed Sam time to stare. She never did mind the way he looked at her, always feeling sexy and desired beneath his green-eyed gaze. Even now, it gave her goosebumps that she didn't want. "Okay, Mr. Arteeest, you can paint me as you see fit." Moving to sit, Senay made herself comfortable on the sheet, leaning back to lie against the cool floor and rest her arms above her head as instructed. "I'm not even going to ask if you went out and bought paint for today," she mumbled, closing her eyes then folding in her smile with a lick of her lips. "I'll let you keep pretending this was spontaneous."

Sam figured since her eyes were closed he didn't have to pretend to be shocked at her accusations, his chuckle deep and rumbling as he swiped his brush through the black paint on the palette. "Maybe the setting ain't, but what I create? That's all freestyle. Gonna take my time with this one. I wanna paint something worthy of the canvas I'm so blessed to be working on." With his earlier playlist continuing on his phone, he was ready. Sinking to his knees, Sam took the time to study her, long legs giving way to soft thighs, meeting the dip of slim hips and flat stomach. He could spend hours tracing the parts of her he loved best, and decided since he couldn't touch her, he'd let the paint do the talking. Just as slowly as the graze of his fingertips, Sam touched her skin with the tip of his brush, painting smooth and steady lines in no particular shape more than an outline of misshapen mosaic tiles. The pattern started at her torso, shapes fitting together like puzzle pieces, fanning out and covering her breasts. He bypassed her nipples to trace the same outline on her outstretched arms, leaving her face clean and clear, before moving further down to complete the black lines on her thighs and legs. Sitting back, he admired his work so far, marveling at the way she appeared to be a stain-glass picture come to life. "Now, the color." It'd been the first time he'd spoken since starting, with only the smooth sounds of Marvin playing in the background to break up the quiet. "What color should I use first, baby" he drawled, rinsing out the black from the first brush and grabbing a clean one. "You can pick the first one."

Senay hummed, "I know what you're trying to do with all that flattering. Keep it coming, it's cute." Lacing her fingers, Senay held as still as she could, anticipating the smooth glide of the soft brush that left tingles and shivers in its wake as he smoothed it over her skin. Unable to see and only feel the paths, she had no idea what Sam was painting. It was hard to care too much when the feeling was so enjoyable. She wanted to open her eyes, but she kept them closed, focusing on the music instead of the sighs she felt ready to let slip and allowing herself to be lulled into a brief state of relaxation that was interrupted when she heard that low rumble of his voice again. "Hm? Umm..." She swallowed, opening one eye as she made her decision. "I like purple. It looks good on me... You can start with that.”

Sam 's lips tugged into an easy grin. "Dunno what you're talkin' about, Junebug. I'm just talkin'." Grabbing the palette, he went for purple, taking a thinner brush to fill in the spaces outlined in the black paint. For the purple, he picked a spot below her belly button, carefully painting until the space above her mound was a deep violet. He filled in a few other spaces with the vibrant color, complimenting the rich golden color of her skin. Sam wasn't in any kind of rush, wanting her to savor the feeling, his strokes slow and deliberate while he painted and made a show of teasing her sensitive spots. The spot above her heart, he filled with green. It was his favorite color, and one of his favorite spots. Another favorite place, the silky patch of skin on her right hip went green, as well. With the brush, he coaxed her nipples into hard buds, painting brown peaks turquoise and yellow. The touch was light and steady, lingering long enough to make her squirm at the attention and Sam grinned again while he cleaned his brush and went for purple once more. "Lift your knees and spread your legs, babe. Gotta fill in the lines."

Senay "Yeah...just talking...won't even mention your obvious agenda...nope..." Choosing to remain quiet while Sam worked, she focused on keeping herself from curving into the soft caresses of his brush, her body eager for the soothing swipes that came in places Sam hadn't touched in far too long. She missed the attention, the emphatic kisses he would press to the tender spot at her hip and the teasing bites he would leave near her collar. His brushing only reminded her of what she couldn't have. Curiosity opened her eyes eventually as she lifted her head in time to catch a glimpse of yellow being swirled around the tip of her breast. She bit her lip then, failing to fight the light pulse between the thighs she pressed firmly together and had no intention of separating until he ordered her to do just that. "I don't think there's anything down there you need to paint..." Despite the very brief protest, she did as she was told, tented legs parting as she spread herself out further for him. Cool air between warm thighs inspired a soft gasp that settled into a moan before she folded in her lips again, sighing when she absently asked, "You know what this reminds me of?"

Sam paid no mind to Senay's protest, knowing she eventually follow through. The moan was unexpected, though, and he smiled at that before dipping his head and gripping his brush. The purple was put on hold for black, needing to finish the thick outline, taking it further down her inner thigh. The strokes there were short and feather light to tease the soft, sensitive skin until he reached the point where thigh met her warmth and he was close enough to touch her center if he wanted to. And he wanted. Always, but especially now, open and sweet as she was. Sam took a moment, exhaling slowly while switching brushes, using the long strokes in a teasing swirl to spread the colors, first purple, then blue. He heard her sigh, and the question that followed, but didn't respond just yet. Instead he pursed his lips and leaned in, mouth hovering above the crease of her thigh where he blew a slow, warm breath against her skin. "What does it remind you of, darlin'?" He knew she could feel the heat of his words, and the cool air he chased it with, under the guise of drying the paint. With one thigh completed, Sam turned his attention to the other, repeating his deliberate strokes of black and slowly filling in the colors and taking his time to dry each paint-swirled hue.

Senay would feel vulnerable with anyone else. But she was no stranger to offering herself to Sam, and trusted him completely with her body. He could have her right then, right there on the floor if he chose to give in. Wet paint be damned. The parts of her that were beginning to ache for him wouldn't complain about the ending of their bet. Unable to ease the throb his blowing urged on, she closed her eyes again, gripping her own clasped fingers. Her chest rose in a deep, steadying breath to calm the slight shakes of her legs and put a stop to the tilting of her hips that chased the air ghosting over her center. She could only half-focus on speaking thanks to the extra stimulation, her words breathy and slow. "I keep thinking about the first time we hooked up...that massage you gave me. You were allowed to touch me then--and you touched me a lot--but this still makes me think of that. You were a little hesitant when you touched me that first time... You warmed up quickly, though, and got to know me a little then, started chasing the sounds you liked...had me melting for you. It's was the most satisfying buildup." Creeping heat tinted her cheeks, a slow smile curving full lips. "Now you know me. You've got all my little spots memorized, and know that I'll make any sound you want if you just touch me in the right place..."

Sam enjoyed the restraint that tinged her speech, dragging out her words in that sweet, husky tone he loved so much. More than anything, giving her pleasure gave him a deep, shuddering thrill and he only stilled his hand to exhale slowly, resisting the natural inclination to press himself to her. Long fingers gripped his brush, curling around the thin tool to steady the strokes he painted along her calves. Though he wasn't looking at her face, Sam could hear her smile and it triggered his own and a quiet laugh. The first time he'd touch her, his hands held a tremble that excited him. One he hadn't felt with anyone in a quite some time. "It didn't take long, learnin' you. You let me see so much. I don't think you realized how open you were. Made it real easy to be comfortable. Nervous took a backseat after hearing you moan my name..." Sitting back on his knees, Sam took in the work he'd done so far, her front awash in a spectrum of vibrant hues, catching the light and shifting with the natural dip and curves of her body. "Beautiful...stand up, Junebug. Gotta get your back now."

Senay 's lips parted in another sigh as she remembered the beginning stages of their relationship and how all of it led to the two of them as they were now, tempting one another in their love-warmed space. "...Oh? I did want you to be comfortable, so that openness was for the best. I wouldn't have wanted you to feel any other way with me." When the brushing stopped, Senay opened her eyes, carefully sitting up to get an eyeful of Sam's work. She had to smile at the spots of color decorating her form, outlined in black so the brightness of each could be seen clearly. With a few gingerly movements, she was on her feet again, raising a hand to tuck away a loose braid that escaped her topknot. "How much of me are you painting, sir?"

Sam "You make me feel real comfortable," he assured her. "Always have. I love that about you." Sam grabbed his palette and stood up, trading the paint-covered brushes for fresh ones and mixing a little more black to continue his outlines. His steps were careful, making a small circle as he inspected his 'canvas' from all angles, tapping the brush against his bottom lip. "Can't leave you all unfinished, can I?" he replied with a smirk. "You were right about switching it up, babylove. I'm feeling real inspired by piece. Arms out." Moving to her back, he worked on the thick outlines, long, continuing strokes of black spreading out from her shoulders and traveling lower to the curve of her butt. He was careful to push her fallen braid to the front with the other end of his brush, not wanting to get paint on her hair. With the pattern complete, he was able to fill in the colors, painting her in swirls of orange, navy, and red. As with the front, his hand was just as steady, his technique teasing, and his gaze intense. Sinking to his knees, Sam took his time, brush dipping into the small of her back and riding the curve of a golden cheek that he boldly painted with patches of gold, turquoise and purple. "Spread your legs," he told her while his hand found her inner thigh once more, lingering while his brush claimed another favorite spot, a sensitive patch of skin near her center. Sam folded his lips in at the urge to nibble her, knowing some attention would have her knees weakening but he resisted, settling instead for drying the paint with a slow, cool exhale. "Almost finished, baby."

Senay eyes followed Sam as he moved around her until she could no longer see him. "I'm glad you were able to get your inspiration back. If all I have to do is lie around while you tease me with paint brushes, I can help whenever." Arms out, Senay relaxed with a deep breath, giggling at the tickling strokes along the back of her body. She couldn't see the colors Sam chose this time, but she could feel him following the curves of her form, likely taking his time to ensure that the back of her would be just as neatly painted as the front. It was easier to hold still this time while he worked, and it wasn't until she moved her legs apart that staying in place became a challenge. His lingering between her thighs triggered a clench in her core. He really did know her body... At least she didn't moan this time, even if her fists clenched and her toes curled just a little. "I think you should hurry up..." she warned, her head lolling to one side. "I'm sure the paint can dry without all your blowing."

Sam 's laugh was warm against her skin and he slipped from between her thighs to stand. He knew exactly what he was doing, thoroughly pleased at her reaction, the unmistakable tension in her legs and hands, and the tight tone of her warning. With the pattern complete down to her ankles, Sam concentrated his efforts on her front, touching up the colors near her wrists and neck. "The paint can dry in these other areas," he explained, olive eyes focused on a spot of indigo on her collarbone that started to run. Swift, soft strokes cleaned up the paint and he leaned in to dry the blue with a light puff of air. "Won't take long. But where it's warmer and the spots are tucked away, the paint will never dry." His gaze met hers then, as his brush danced from her collar to the curve of her neck and the underside of her jaw, paint covered fingers gripping tighter to the handle. "It's the heat, Seline. Keeps it real wet. Don't want it to smudge now, do we?"

Senay breathed a little easier when Sam changed his position. She didn't need to be tempted by having him so close to touching one of the places where she wanted him most. It was easier to ignore the faint pulses between her legs when his efforts were focused on other parts of her. Her arms and wrists were safe areas, and gave her time to collect herself until he was smoothing paint along her collar. When he hovered above her again, she could have reached out for him. And she wanted to. Badly. But stubbornness and wet paint kept her from doing so, even when she tore her eyes from his heavy gaze and landed on his chest to spot the tattoo dedicated to her. He'd gotten it weeks ago, and it killed her just a little knowing that she hadn't taken the time to properly appreciate the ink. She owed it kisses and light traces and...shit, he was close, his voice deep and claiming her full attention. "Right..." she breathed. "No smudging. Wouldn't want to ruin all your hard work. But I know for sure some parts aren't ever going to dry. All that paint you put between my legs doesn't stand a chance, Andrew. My pussy's wet and I'm going to have a rainbow coating my thighs by the time you're done."

Sam licked his lips, and dipped his head, mouth hovering at Senay's jawline when he concentrated on a patch of orange. He might have been purposely teasing the spot near her ear but he was going for another moan and was sure this was the place to find one. "I could offer to get on my knees and take care of that problem," he suggested, voice deep and playful as he hovered. "But I think it'd be a great addition to the piece." He let the clean brush wander then, smoothing over her body in those same deliberate strokes. Soft bristles dawdled around her breasts, teasing paint-covered nipples with a smile that was absolutely shameless. "It's not supposed to be perfect, but striking. Meant to be handled...touched...gripped. The colors are gonna run eventually. That's the real art, babe." Back on his knees, Sam left the brush at her right hip, his favorite spot marked in green and he met her gaze with a muted moan. "Just beautiful."

Senay 's head tilted to allow Sam more room, dark eyes fluttering closed at the swipes against the sensitive spot beneath her ear. The moan she tried to swallow eased out, a soft whimper coasting past her lips. His little art project wasn't supposed to feel this good, and his offer combined with the brushes over taut breasts earned him a pointed look. She had more sass all lined up until he was speaking again and moving to his knees. Though she caught every word, all she took away from the spiel was that it didn't matter if his perfectly painted patches got ruined. In the spirit of "real art" and steadily rising desire, she allowed an arm to fall to her side, her hand continuing to move until she could cup her warmth. "I like the way you think," she cooed all husky and sweet because she was warm and throbbing and could barely stand the feeling, fingers lightly brushing the silver ball settled near her clit. "Can you finish while I handle myself? I can really make these colors run, baby, add something pretty to your work."

Sam 's gaze narrowed at her wandering hands and that sweet voice she put on, all sugar and deception. Quick as he could, he rapped the end of his brush to her knuckles in a firm swat and got to his feet. "You're the canvas, Seline. And that's betraying my artistic integrity." Tucking the brush behind his ear, Sam stepped back and assessed his work with a nod. "Besides. I'm all finished here. You can make those colors run on your own, since you're so keen on handling it yourself." He refused to be teased with his own artwork, a small grunt slipping out when he felt a deep twinge beneath the denim. A bold hand cupped the front of his jeans as he adjusted himself and traded his palette for his phone, swiping it from the coffee table and snapping a single picture of her. "For my portfolio. Easily one of my favorite pieces."

Senay thought to give Sam a good flick, but that would likely count as touching and she wasn't about to lose their bet on a technicality. She glared instead, shaking off his scolding with a twist of her wrist as she rested her hand at her side again. "I'm only taking care of it myself because my fiancé refuses to touch me. Even though he's allowed to do so whenever, and however he pleases." Catching the low sound he pushed out and the readjusting that went along with it, she couldn't resist a little more teasing. "You're portfolio...mhm...you just let me know when they're going to put me in the MoMA." Allowing a hand to return between her thighs, she eyed Sam, a smirk tilting her lips. "Since you're all done with me, I'm going to make my rainbow right here. You're welcome to watch if you'd like. In fact, I think you should absolutely watch. That's what this piece is all about, right? Handling...touching...gripping... I can do that." Sam gave her a pointed look. "He might be allowed, but he's not gonna. Few sweet words and some teasing ain't enough for me to break, Seine." He was bluffing, of course. And he was sure she knew that, but he was shameless enough not to care. He didn't see the point of pretending he didn't want her, especially when it was better to flaunt his want, with words and glances. Her offer warranted some consideration and he stalled a bit, pretending to mull it over while packing up his paints and dropping the dirty brushes into the water filled mug. "Hmm. That's a mighty nice offer, Seline. Since it's my piece and all, I suppose I should oversee the next stage. Tell you what...I'll stay, under one condition. You can touch yourself, but only how I say, and when I say. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?" Senay shrugged, still smirking, "Oh, absolutely, Andrew. I know your will is oh so very strong when it comes to me." Slender fingers toyed with her piercing while Sam thought about her idea and eventually countered with one of his own. The curves of her hips shifted as she moved her weight from one foot to the other, her head dipping in a quick, accepting nod. "I can handle that. It's pretty much the next best thing to having you actually touch me." She dropped her hand again, immediately missing the little flicks as she waited for his first command, asking, "Where do I start?" Sam didn't care for that smirk or tone, and he was sorely tempted to tap her with the paintbrush again, but he settled for sitting on the edge of the coffee table, forearms braced on his thighs. "Lie down. Knees up but keep them pressed together. I want you to tease your nipples first. Smudge those colors a little before you work your way down. Make it real good, sweetheart. I know you're eager to put on a show."

Senay gave a little salute before she sank to the ground, positioning herself in the middle of the sheet with her legs tented. Her pace was slower when it came to following the rest of Sam's instruction, small hands trailing in gentle grazes up her torso in a path through the field of colors decorating her body. There was no rush, and she was certainly a fan of a good tease. She palmed her breasts at first, gasping at the pressure against sensitive buds before she backed up, tracing the length of her digits over each stiff peak. The tips of her fingers moved in circles around her breasts then, delicately smoothing in swirls that ended with her nipples. Giving the paint-tinted tips a squeeze, she squirmed, her back arching as she moaned for him.

Sam let his gaze follow the path her hands made, little fingers traveling over brightly stained skin to tease painted peaks. The outline smudged a bit under teasing grazes, black mixing with the indigo and Sam was momentarily transfixed by the subtle blend and the moans that slipped out. Full lips twitched into a smirk at the arch of her back and he waited a beat before giving his next command. "Move your hand lower. Just one. Press it to your pussy, but don't slip any fingers in. Just grind, darlin'. Palm pressed against that pretty piercing...won't be long 'til those colors start running."

Senay bit her lip at the sound of his voice and smoothed a hand away from her chest toward her lower half, stopping to press against the green spot at her hip before she slipped between her legs. Tan limbs parted just enough to allow room for her hand and the bent fingers she cupped over her mound. Her hips curved without thought, chasing the brushes that made her core throb. "Like this?" she asked, the question no more than a whimper as she settled into the fluid rolls of her hips that were beginning to wet her fingers with her essence.

Sam "Just like that, Seline" his response almost distracted, he was so caught up in her display. Sam licked his lips while his focus shifted to the gentle rock of her hips, humping against the pressure he knew wasn't enough. But he wasn't ready to give her more, not yet. Not when her whimpers called to him, urging more of the teasing he was so ready to give. That alone was enough for him to shift from the coffee table and to the floor, lean form settling beside her, not enough to touch, but close enough to hover, his moan rumbling in her ear while he propped himself up on his elbow. "Mmm...spread your legs, baby. Wanna see my masterpiece. You're already dripping. Soaked the sheets and made a mess of that pretty pussy. Feels good though, right? Slick enough for you to slip some fingers inside. I love the way you feel when I first touch you. Melt like warm sugar, all over my fingers. So wet you leave a puddle when you're riding 'em. But that ain't happening. Just keep grinding. I know it's enough to make you come, but not until I say, remember? Til then, I'll just keep talking." His lips curved into a wicked while he watched her thighs for the telltale tremble. "My good girl. We're gonna do this all night."

Senay closed her eyes, unaware of Sam's change in position until she could feel him settling nearby. Chancing a glance at him, she kept up those heady moans, caught beneath his darkened stare. At his command, her legs separated, falling apart to reveal a beautifully bright mess of smeared, running colors. The more he spoke--his low timbre torturous and teasing--the harder her hips worked. The once controlled movements melted into a desperate grind that would eventually be enough to send her over the edge. Eventually, being the key word. The pressure from the heel of her palm wasn't enough for immediate relief of the tension tightening in her middle, and with Sam so close, sharing filthy words, she wanted nothing more than to let him take over while she nestled into her favorite place in the curve of his neck to release wanton sounds against his skin instead of into the air. "Andrew...please..." she breathed, passing her tongue over her lips to quell a sob. "Don't you want me to come for you? It's been so long, baby. Let me have it."

Sam feigned disinterest with a long, drawn out sigh. Though it was difficult to maintain that composure with those breathy sounds going straight to his dick. There was a deep twinge and he shifted slightly and biting back a moan of his own. He watched the colors shift, painted pigment moving with the graceful arch of her body and if he lifted his head high enough, he could see the paint already running, the heated space between her thighs no doubt sticky and colorful. Dark blond locks fell into his eyes when he shook his head and he pushed back the stubborn hair, his smile lingering at the sweet sounds of Senay's pleading. "Nope. Don't want you to come for me. I wanna be the one who makes you come. The only fingers dippin' inside that treat tonight are mine. You want 'em, babylove...all you gotta do is let me know. Tell me you want me. Otherwise, keep grindin' just like that. Maybe with a little more shakin', I'll think about letting you get off."

Senay could only hold the glare she flashed at her fiancé for a few seconds. He was being awful. Incredibly so, and though giving in would have been the easiest option and would have granted her the high she was chasing, his unaffected attitude wasn't appreciated. In an act of defiance, she slowed her hips, only lifting to press her soaked center against her palm intermittently. It was torture, but she could stand the leisurely rock better than the desperate jerks that weren't getting her where she needed to be quickly enough considering the pace. Slow was better. She could calm her want, breathe deeper, glare at Sam some more... "I do want you," she admitted, passing lazy fingers over her breast to continue toying with her nipple. "I've wanted you every day for the past three weeks. But..." a sigh interrupted her words, a little purr parting her lips, "I'm not touching you, my sweet Sammy. You can touch me, though...and you can lose. Either way, I'm going to come tonight, even if I have to go upstairs and finish the job myself because you can't."

Sam ate up that glare. He knew this back and forth of teasing would go on all night, stubborn as they were. His smile eased into a pleased smirk watching Senay's attempts to steady herself and he sighed when she did. "Don't need to touch me, sweetheart. I'll handle that later. I wanna touch you, but here we are, at that impasse. I had plans, babylove. Not just with my hands but my mouth too. I know you love it, when I press my lips to yours, light and soft right when slip inside. Mmm...that first taste of you, when you're clenching tight around my dick lets me know how much you want it. Like the warmest, wettest, welcome home. First time I felt that, felt you come and shake against me, sighing my name and squeezing around me...I knew I'd always want it. Always want you. Ain't about 'can't'. We both know with just a word I'd make a mess of you and those colors all fuckin' night. But you're being stubborn, so....keep grindin'." With a shuddering breath he palmed at the front of his jeans. It was a brief touch, just enough to clear his head to get through his task of teasing her, but he didn't spare his moans, pushing out the deep sounds. "I wanna come with you pinned under me but since that ain't happening, I'm gonna take this upstairs." It took a great deal of willpower to get to his feet but Sam managed with a grunt. He'd worry about the brushes and cleanup later; his head was much too clouded with thoughts of having her, only pride stopping him from giving in to what they both wanted.

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