part0071

I froze. How the fuck did she know I was there? She was the only person in the world that could sense my presence. No matter how often I tried to sneak up on her, tried to fuck her like I’d done that first night. The night she admitted she’d known I’d been stalking her all along. Admitted that she’d been fucking herself on purpose just to get me all hot and bothered. I’d spanked her ass for that particular prank, after we’d sorted out the whole Magda fallout. Then I’d forced her to masturbate for me again and again, re-enact that same scene for me until I would jump on her and finish it my way, the way I always wanted to when I was forced to just stand back and watch, a lonely shadow in her doorway.

“You know the rules, baby,” she pouted, pointing toward the front door. “Get back over there right now.”

I heaved a sigh and stomped back toward the front door, standing on the plastic welcome mat. She made her way slowly over a mischievous grin spread across her gorgeous lips.

“Thought maybe we could skip it this once,” I growled as she dipped her slim hand into a pot of paint and then slapped it against my chest. It always amazed me how she never missed what she aimed for. My face, my chest… my dick. “I wanted to wake you up with my face between your legs. You’ve been napping more lately. Thought it would be a nice change.”

“That’s sweet, baby,” she cooed, running her fingers up my neck and slathering the paint all across my shoulders, her movements practiced. “But you know I’m not willing to take any chances. Not since that time the housecleaner walked in on us having sex and thought I was having a seizure. That was the most embarrassing trip to the ER I’ve ever taken. And you laughing the whole way didn’t help. The paramedics were convinced they were transporting a naked ventriloquist with epilepsy.”

“Locking the damn door would be a lot cheaper and less time consuming than all this paint,” I snapped, grabbing her wrist as it slid between my ass cheeks.

She went up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear. “But I love being able to see you.” She walked behind me, slipping her hand in the paint before crouching to put the jar on the floor. She stood and began massaging my shoulders before moving all around me, light touches here, heavier touches there, sliding her fingers between mine. I dropped my chin, watching her smaller fingers slide between my much thicker, now blue fingers. My breath caught at the sensation of her skin against mine, only the slippery texture of paint separating us.

“I love that you can see me too,” I whispered back.

She carefully dropped to her knees my hand at her elbow, helping her down. She gazed up at me with those big, dark eyes, so knowing, so wickedly powerful, taking in the colours that she’d painted across my stomach, chest, face and neck. She stuck both of her hands back in the paint and then slid them up my thighs landing two beautiful handprints on me. She grabbed the base of my cock in one yellow-tinted fist and staring up at me, she said, “You look like a god.”

I groaned out loud and flexed my muscles, rippling the paint for her as she took the top of my erect penis into her warm, wet mouth. She knew exactly how I loved it. Long, slow, torturous licks with her peeking up at me through the dark curtain of her hair the whole time. I tried to be good, tried to keep my hands to myself, but there was only so much I could take. After a few minutes of heaven and hell, courtesy of Nola’s soul-sucking mouth, I clenched a fist in her hair and reached under her chin to tilt her face up with my other hand.

It was like looking into the face of an angel. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever looked upon. Everything about her was perfect, from the tips of her fingers to the ends of her toes and everything in between. I didn’t know why she agreed to settle into this life with me and, frankly, I didn’t give a shit. As long as she was here with me nothing else mattered. I took her hand from its place on my thigh and gave her a tug, urging her to stand. She blinked in confusion and released my cock.

“Why…?” she started to ask, but I held my hand up. At times like this I was grateful for the paint. We could communicate without words.

“I need to be inside you tonight,” I said, holding her tight against me, my fingers making short work of the zipper at the back of her dress.

She seemed to understand. She helped me remove her bra and panties until she was standing naked in my arms. She reached up, winding her arms around my neck and tugging my head down to hers. I gave her everything, told her exactly how much I loved her, thought about her, obsessed over her in that kiss. I slid my hand down her body, over the taut roundness of stomach and into the folds of her pussy. She widened her legs and moaned into my mouth the moment my fingers found her. My doll was more than ready for me.

I swept her up in my arms and laid her back on the couch. She pulled her knees back and held her arms out, her eyes soft and languid. I went into her embrace, my cock easily finding home in the dripping heat of her tight vagina. She wrapped her arms and legs around me as I thrust into her, burying my head against her neck. We made love just like that, wrapped as tight around each other as two people could get. She pressed her cheek to mine, taking the slight roughness against her smooth cheek and turning her face to nip my jaw as I moved deep within her.

I could feel her orgasm begin to build as her cries grew louder in my ear and her nails dug deep into my flesh. I crushed her against my chest, but hunched my body protectively over hers, forcing myself to thrust slow and smooth, mindful of her delicate condition. She didn’t seem to care. She thrashed and screamed at me to fuck her harder. I grinned and refused her crudely worded request, instead carrying her over the edge of her orgasm by whispering sweet words of love in her ear and grinding myself against her clit.

I followed her into orgasmic bliss, filling her with my seed and grazing my teeth along the slim column of her throat. I forced myself to sit back so I wouldn’t accidentally crush her. Looking down at my disheveled wife I grinned. She was covered in blue and yellow paint.

She smiled back knowingly. This wasn’t our first foray into sexy painting. “Help me up,” she said, struggling to sit. She reached for the edge of the couch.

I slid a hand behind her back and shifted her, then helped her to her feet. She was definitely having more difficulty getting around. But my Nola was a trooper. She didn’t let nothing get her down. She sighed and rubbed absently at a spot on her lower back. I took note vowing to give her a good back rub later on. I stood with her and together we went to stand by the windows, gazing out at the city together, one of Nola’s favourite activities. She loved surveying our kingdom.

She picked up my hand and placed it on her rounded stomach with hers on top, encouraging me to bond with our unborn child of seven months. I closed my eyes and released a long breath before looking back out at the city below.

“What if he’s like me?” I asked in a low voice, my hand tightening slightly over her flesh. An unspoken threat to anyone that might cause harm to my small family. “What if he’s invisible to the world?”

She didn’t answer for a moment, seriously pondering the question. She stared at the glass. I knew she wasn’t looking at the city, as I was. She was looking at our reflections; her pale pink skin smeared in paint… and me. A disembodied blue and yellow monster, only visible where my wife had touched with paint-smeared hands and brought me to life. Though she’d coloured my head and face there was nothing but black emptiness where my eyes should be.

She reached up, placing her hand on my cheek. She turned my face until I was looking down at her. She smiled and said, “If this child is like you then fuck this city, we’re taking over the world.”