paintings. She took me to my first art exhibit at three and after that I was a goner. Did everything I could to try to recreate them. Even made her come to my art shows I held in my room when I was 5. Didn't take much before I realized I wasn't much of a painter.” With a giggle she continues, “Mom was definitely the one who turned me Van Gogh's direction when she noticed my fondness for yellows, reds, and oranges.”
“You do like the color orange.”
“Shut up.” She looks up over her shoulder at me.
The way her bright brown eyes are shimmering I can't fight the urge to drop my lips on top of hers. It's brief, but enough to satisfy the urge. With my hands now on her hips, I answer, “My cousin has a natural attraction to trouble, so he phased through wanting to tag shit, but I had a real knack for it. We were in middle school and it inspired me to take an art class where we learned a bit about Van Gogh. I don't know. His shit seemed so real and passionate and I guess I could relate. All my brothers are fucking car geniuses in their own way, and I wanted something different. Something more. Something that was...mine.”
That sound cheesy?
Jovi turns in my grip. Her hips press into mine and she gives her head a toss to get the fallen strands out of her face. “Possessive.”
“It was the first time.”
“And the next?”
“Now,” I whisper, kissing her again, sharply. Precisely. Fervently.
With just as much eagerness, she rolls her tongue around mine, the exploration in the action, clearly more about finding what she likes than what I do.
Selfish kisser? Maybe. But I don't mind. I feel like I could give this chick anything and everything. Hell, I damn sure am gonna try.
Backing her body up until it hits the playground right above where I painted, I forcefully grip her hips tighter. In response she slightly parts her legs, moans softly, and kisses me harder. One of my hands slides up the back her thigh until it reaches her bare ass cheek. The grip causes her to gasp and grabs a groan out of me.
Can't fuck her against the playground huh? Well, can't or shouldn't?
Before I can follow through with that possibility, she pushes me back slightly. “We should...we should go.”
Nodding, I take a step back, adjust my hard dick, and offer, “Lunch?”
Her heated face nods in return, her arousal leaping from it.
Goddamn that's fucking beautiful.
With her camera dangling around her neck, the two of us link hands, and head back towards the car. Out of the corner of my eye I watch Jovi trying to gain her composure as much as I am.
“How'd you even find this place?”
“Whenever Madden had something he needed to talk to my brothers or uncle about and he didn't want me to know, one of my brothers would be in charge of getting me out of the apartment. Three different brothers, three different views on the city. As soon as I was old enough to run the streets by myself, I made a few discoveries all my own.”
“I can't wait to see more,” she innocently says, sliding past her passenger door I'm holding open.
“Can't wait to show you more.” I shut the door when she's settled in and go to follow the action.
As soon as I'm inside my eyes glance over at Jovi who is putting her camera away, the view of tits playing with my interest in the tank top under the loose fitting off the shoulder shirt. My bottom lip lands between my teeth as my dick stirs wanting another sample. Wanting another rush of the energy that pumps deliciously out of her and into me. The minute she sits back and looks over at me, I lean over, wrap my hand around the back of her neck and drag those supple lips back onto mine.
I'm not a fucking saint....what did you expect?
Her body wilts into the seat, relaxing at my touch. Our tongues continue twirling and tangling, savoring every suck and sensation in between each movement of our mouths.
“You do like the color orange.”
“Shut up.” She looks up over her shoulder at me.
The way her bright brown eyes are shimmering I can't fight the urge to drop my lips on top of hers. It's brief, but enough to satisfy the urge. With my hands now on her hips, I answer, “My cousin has a natural attraction to trouble, so he phased through wanting to tag shit, but I had a real knack for it. We were in middle school and it inspired me to take an art class where we learned a bit about Van Gogh. I don't know. His shit seemed so real and passionate and I guess I could relate. All my brothers are fucking car geniuses in their own way, and I wanted something different. Something more. Something that was...mine.”
That sound cheesy?
Jovi turns in my grip. Her hips press into mine and she gives her head a toss to get the fallen strands out of her face. “Possessive.”
“It was the first time.”
“And the next?”
“Now,” I whisper, kissing her again, sharply. Precisely. Fervently.
With just as much eagerness, she rolls her tongue around mine, the exploration in the action, clearly more about finding what she likes than what I do.
Selfish kisser? Maybe. But I don't mind. I feel like I could give this chick anything and everything. Hell, I damn sure am gonna try.
Backing her body up until it hits the playground right above where I painted, I forcefully grip her hips tighter. In response she slightly parts her legs, moans softly, and kisses me harder. One of my hands slides up the back her thigh until it reaches her bare ass cheek. The grip causes her to gasp and grabs a groan out of me.
Can't fuck her against the playground huh? Well, can't or shouldn't?
Before I can follow through with that possibility, she pushes me back slightly. “We should...we should go.”
Nodding, I take a step back, adjust my hard dick, and offer, “Lunch?”
Her heated face nods in return, her arousal leaping from it.
Goddamn that's fucking beautiful.
With her camera dangling around her neck, the two of us link hands, and head back towards the car. Out of the corner of my eye I watch Jovi trying to gain her composure as much as I am.
“How'd you even find this place?”
“Whenever Madden had something he needed to talk to my brothers or uncle about and he didn't want me to know, one of my brothers would be in charge of getting me out of the apartment. Three different brothers, three different views on the city. As soon as I was old enough to run the streets by myself, I made a few discoveries all my own.”
“I can't wait to see more,” she innocently says, sliding past her passenger door I'm holding open.
“Can't wait to show you more.” I shut the door when she's settled in and go to follow the action.
As soon as I'm inside my eyes glance over at Jovi who is putting her camera away, the view of tits playing with my interest in the tank top under the loose fitting off the shoulder shirt. My bottom lip lands between my teeth as my dick stirs wanting another sample. Wanting another rush of the energy that pumps deliciously out of her and into me. The minute she sits back and looks over at me, I lean over, wrap my hand around the back of her neck and drag those supple lips back onto mine.
I'm not a fucking saint....what did you expect?
Her body wilts into the seat, relaxing at my touch. Our tongues continue twirling and tangling, savoring every suck and sensation in between each movement of our mouths.
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