Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival (4 page)

“No sweet thing; it is edible paint and I got it for
just
this occasion. I have a process that will make it last with the painting when it’s finished.” He said this and traced lines from her areoles back to her shoulders with the vibrant paint. He shook his head and then used his mouth to remove the line from her body. He smacked his lips together afterward as if he’d
just eaten a delicious meal and Katrina laughed at him.
She took her finger and dipped it across his brush running a line around his nipple. She followed the color with her tongue and was surprised at the raspberry flavor of it.

Katrina ran her hands through Sandro’s hair pulling his face to hers she kissed him deeply and enthusiastically. “You missed something.” She said as she wiped at the corner of his mouth. Katrina could tell by the fire blazing in his eyes it wouldn’t take much to distract him completely away from the painting. She couldn’t get enough of his body and knew their time together was not going to last.
She pulled Sandro down on top of her and onto the couch, his weight smashed against her, smearing the paint across their bodies. . He used one hand to guide his hard prick inside her hot cleft. The two sighed in pleasure enjoying the friction of their bodies coming together.  Sandro pumped in and out and rotated his hips, grinding his pelvic bone against Katrina driving her to excitement. She gripped her nails into his should
er
and moved to meet every one of his mo
tions
, sighing with pleasure and stating his name as she did so.

He pushed her thigh high into the air and wound it across his shoulder resting her calf on the back of the couch. In this position he was able to reach further in
side of her steamy cleft
. He pushed as hard as he could; driving his shaft deep into her well and held it there for a moment. The two lovers sat stunned with the closeness and pleasure of it all. They rocked together but neither pulled away. It was more than Katrina could handle
as he swayed pulling her body while he moved gently against her. He pulled in and out and wound himself in circles bringing Katrina to an orgasm and watching her as she came; her face wild with release. He wanted this last time together to be perfect and he wanted his painting to capture the look she got after a great roux.

Katrina reach up, pulling on Sandro’s hair she worked her hips against his. She felt close to another orgasm and couldn’t keep from grinding against him again and again until they came together. They shuddered and wiggled as the wave of one fantastic orgasm brought them closer together than they’d been over the trip.
The couch wasn’t big enough for the two of them in any other position than together, so they lay awkward for a short time.

Katrina looked at Sandro and smiled, “You’ve got to try and finish your painting after that. I hope you’ve a steadier hand than I do.” She said this while still seeming to vibrate with pleasure from end to end.

Sandro got up and said, “I don’t have much left.” He cleaned himself off and managed to walk casually back to his easel without swaying too much. He stood in front of it and grew very serious which was a comical look. Katrina laughed to imagine a painting of Sandro Peruzzi standing in the nude painting her. She had certainly learned more than her share on this trip and was happy she’d decided to make it a long one. Seeing Sandro off tomorrow would leave her time to relax after all the ruff-housing the two of them had been doing.

Taking her painting home with her was a fabulous bonus that would do well to keep her day dreaming of her next vacation here. She escorted Sandro to the airport the following morning and spent the rest of the week contemplating her portrait from the beach at her villa and counting the days until she next return
ed
.