Arms snake around my waist as I stare dejectedly at the canvas in front of me. For the life of me, I cannot seem to be able to think of anything suitable to make. I lean forward resting my head on the cold wet paint staining the waste of money and resources in front of me.
The arms around my waist tighten as Layla draws her mouth close to my ear, "No need to stain your hair in frustration, oils are a nightmare to wash out." she giggled.
I turned in Layla's arms, wrapping my own around her neck. My girlfriend was stunning, with soft Iranian features, her nose was lightly hooked that fit with her heart-shaped face and heart-shaped mouth. She had beautiful almond-shaped, emerald green eyes with flecks of a gold brown streaking through them, that could only be visible from a kissing distance and a light freckle parallel to her left eye that was the bane of her existence. Her slim body and small size fit perfectly in my arms, with the top of her head reaching my nose.
I lowered my head to hers meeting her full rosy lips, pressing a kiss to them and letting my tongue sneak out to trace the seam of her mouth. She opened to me immediately, letting our tongues dance with me leading and her following.
I let my hands lower from her neck and trace down her spine, sending a slight shiver through her. Meanwhile, her questing hands snaked up my shirt, landing on my left breast, slightly pinching my nipple, and me moaning in her mouth.
I quickly lowered my hands to her soft ass, lifting her up, making her wrap her legs around me and I led us to the small sofa in my studio. We shed our shirts and bras, trying to keep our mouths locked as much as possible.
I lowered her onto the velvety sofa as I undid her jean buttons and latched my mouth onto her nipple. I let my tongue trace the dusky rose bud, sucking it sporadically while my hands shoved her pants and underwear to her ankles. Her own hands were treating my pants one and the same, and I quickly stepped out of my jeans shoving them out of the way with one leg.
She moaned into me as her nipples hardened and beaded under my ministrations. Layla tangled her hands in my short hair, fisting it as she pulled me up to her mouth. I lowered one hand into her soft folds as I met her mouth, stroking and teasing her clit.
"I am definitely getting paint on you," I chuckled breathily as a came up for air.
Layla's moans were getting louder, with each stroke of my fingers. "Don't" she panted, "care."
I pushed two fingers into her channel, and the sudden force made her gasp.
"Harder"
My tongue traced the side of her neck, nipping at it ever so often.
My fingers picked up speed and my thumb pressed into her clit, making her moan, while my own pussy dripped with need.
I lowered myself, sucking on her breasts as I went. I nipped at her stomach, till I finally arrived at her vagina. I pushed my tongue past the folds and sucked her, making a throaty scream emerge. I kept my mouth on her clit while I pushed three fingers into her, stretching her. I occasionally bend my middle finger, scraping the walls as I went. I could feel her quiver around my mouth as her pussy squeezed my fingers, pulsing around me.
Roughly I pumped into her increasing my speed with every thrust. I felt her thighs lock up and tighten around my head as she tensed. Her fingers had a death grip in my hair, and with a loud shaky moan, she came on my tongue.
Layla collapsed on the sofa, as I left my spot between her thighs with one last lick to her pussy and a nip at the inner thigh muscle that held my head moments ago.
I moved up her body, straddling her as she gave me a satiated smile.
"That was amazing, but I was supposed to help you." She drawled, languidly tracing her hand up and down my spine.
"You did, and you still can," I replied, giving her my most devil-may-care smile and rubbing against her lithe form.
She then dazzled me with a huge smile and latched her teeth on my shoulder as she buried two fingers into my pussy, pumping into me deeply.