Dipping his index and middle finger first into a jar of orange paint, then a yellow one, Paul traced an arc over the top of the canvas. The effect was that of the noonday sun across the New York City skyline. Since he was a child, painting with his fingers had always been one of his favorite methods. The feeling of the paint in different stages did something to him, which was translated to the canvas. It was as if making direct contact with the paint made him more intimate with it. The finger paintings were some of Paul’s best abstract work.

As he continued to work on the painting, the floorboards behind him creaked. Marlene came up behind him and placed her arms around his back. He could feel her small breasts pressing against his bare back, and it sent shivers up his spine. She began kissing him on the neck and made her way down to the small of his back. Turning around on his stool, he pressed his cheek against Marlene’s stomach, careful not to get the paint on her. She took his wrist in hers and raised his hands. She used his still-wet fingers to trace colorful lines around her nipples. Paul swallowed, watching her face contort with ecstasy.

Marlene placed a leg on either side of him and began to straddle his thigh. Even through the denim, he could feel the heat pulsing from her. As delicately as he could, he kissed her on the lips. Marlene immediately swallowed his tongue and part of his bottom lip. Her passion was like a vacuum threatening to suck the life from Paul’s very lungs. He wanted to be inside of her so bad that his penis scraped against the fabric of his jeans.

Paul tried to get up to wash his hands, but she pushed him to the ground roughly. Ripping away the buttons on the nightshirt she was wearing, Marlene stood above him, ass naked. As she descended on him, he tried to direct her while undoing his belt. Again she pushed him away, letting him know who was in control. Marlene slid her wet pussy up his chest and brought it to rest on his chin. Paul darted his tongue across her clit, sending shock waves through her. With a thrust, his mouth was embedded in her pussy. Paul slurped at it like a man dying of thirst. He wasn’t the biggest fan of pussy eating, but he didn’t mind going down on Marlene. Her pussy always smelled fresh and clean, even on the wake-up.