Page 93 of Set the Moment
I don’t give her the time to finish her sentence as I toss her over my shoulder and unlock the door to the art studio. I give her ass a smack, grinning as she gasps.
When I find the room that I’m looking for, I place Sienna down on the white tarp in the room. I leave to get my supplies before coming back to find her still in the same position as I left her, wearinghisjersey.
Sienna raises an expectant brow at me, folding her arms over her chest. “Well?”
“You’ve got two seconds to take the jersey off or I’ll do it for you. I need to paint, and right now, I’m staring at my canvas.”
A hint of a smirk tugs at her lips before she licks them. “So take it off me then.”
Our eyes lock, holding one another in a dance that I never want to be through with. I look her up and down slowly, drinking her in.
“Well,” she tilts her head, “what are you waiting for?”
Taking a step closer to her, I cup her face with both of my hands and tilt her eyes to lock on mine. Her eyes are what tempt me the most; they call out to me as if to saydo it. And I do.
I take her lips between my own, tasting and sucking her soul into my own with a deep, devouring kiss. Sienna grins, her hands gripping the back of my shirt, pulling me into her.
I want this girl more than anyone will ever know, but first, I need to get this itch scratched. Without wasting time, I pull away from her and pull the jersey off her in one swift movement. She blinks back at me in shock, but it's fleeting as she brings me back down by the nape of my neck to seal our fates together yet again.
I’m hesitant as I pull back from her, unsure of if I should continue with my original plan or keep whateverthisis going, but when I pull back and look into her eyes, I know what must be done.
“Take those off and stand right here, I need to see you under the light,” I command, stepping away from her to the giant canisters of gold and lavender edible paint.
When I’d first bought these, I honestly had no idea what I’d use them for, but now that Sienna’s here, I have quite the idea.
Sienna folds her arms over her chest, raising a brow at me as I approach her with both canisters and a paintbrush.
Dipping a clean brush into the canister of lavender paint, I make my first swipe at her thigh, only to pause at the sight of a roadblock.
“Why are these still on?” I ask, staring at the lavender lace panties hiding her from me as she scoffs.
“Why wouldn’t they be on?” she taunts me.
She’s right, I should’ve been more thorough with my words. Instead of responding, I yank them down and stuff them in my pocket for safe keeping.
I don’t have to look at her to know that her jaw is on the floor as I swipe the paint deliciously up her thigh, stopping just a few inches from her center.
“All of this is mine. I told you this once, but it looks like you need a refresher, angel.” I kiss her inner thigh before swiping the paint even higher and lighter, trailing over the spot where my lips had been.
Sienna shivers as the cold paint dawns her warm colored skin, sending goosebumps to her flesh as I continue to paint her entire body. When I get to her breast, I take my time, flicking and smearing the paint across her nipples. They look like little mounds of purple by the time that I’m done, and I want nothing more than to take them in my mouth and suck them clean. I’m about to make good on that thought until Sienna places a hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks.
“You want me at your mercy? Fine. But we’re going to be equals through it all. Take this off and those. I want to see all of you.”
I smirk, standing to my full height and pulling her wet skin against my dry clothing.
“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” I taunt, bite my lip as she looks up at me.
Sienna swipes her tongue across her teeth with a grin. “I know what I want…”
Covered in paint unashamed by anything at all, Sienna looks up at me like she could walk me like a dog…and she knows that she can.
“You want me?” I taunt, looking down my nose at her as she nods. “Show me. Get on your knees.”
I’ve been hard from the moment I saw her, but the sight of Sienna on her knees causes something in both my chest and dick to stir as she looks up at me through her thick lashes.
“Pull it out,” I direct, adjusting my hips for her to have better access.
Sienna’s hands work fast as she quickly undoes my jeans and pulls down both my pants and underwear, freeing my dick in one swift movement.
