Era Erotica Ch. 24

"Uh-oh Swift." I said, struggling to kept a straight face. "Blue balls."

A mock expression of concern flitted across her face. "I've never left you with a case of blue balls and I'm not about to start now." Pushing me off of her, she spun around and clambered onto all fours. "Take me from behind baby."

Shaking her ass at me, she looked flashed me a look over her shoulder. Her ponytail was ringed in pink and blue. Her eyes screamed fuck me, the evidence of our lovemaking already plastered across the tapestry of her body. Kneeling behind her, I slipped back inside, holding onto her hips and slamming hard. Screaming out as I filled her up, her moans of pleasure renewed with each full-bodied thrust. Her blue and pink booty trembled beneath my erotic exertions. It was too alluring to resist. Next to us was another jar of paint, this one a bright, gaudy yellow. I dipped my hand in it and gave her a light smack on the rear, leaving a fresh new handprint behind. The paint spattered as my hand connected, spraying us and the canvas with even more of our sex-fueled art.

"Swift! So! Good! SWIFT!!" I said, her twat a velvet vice around my member.

"Yea baby! Oh my God! YEA!" She cried out, feeling like she was being split in two.

We both knew each other's bodies so well; we could practically read each other's minds. One hand shot out to grab hold of her shoulder, pulling her back onto me as I drilled even harder. The other snatched up the bouncing ponytail. I gave a gentle tug on it as the sound of skin slapping sounded loudly throughout the room.

"That's it!" Her voice was breathless and high-pitched. "I'm gonna cum. Keep going babe! I'm gonna cum!"

I reached both hands below to grab onto her swinging breasts, fondling the supple flesh between my fingers, playing with her nipples as I gave it to her good and hard. My paint colored body pressing against hers, I whispered in her ear.

"Go on Swift. Cum for me. Cum for me baby."

That was the trigger. Her mouth opened wide and suddenly she was screaming. "I'm cumming! Oh fuck! You're making me cum! Cole! You're making me...CUM!!"

Her limbs buckled as her entire body shook and trembled. Her soft twat tightened around my prick as I gave a few more thrusts before letting the orgasm rock her body. Her hands balled up the sheet beneath us as she twitched, pulling the cloth and causing that can of yellow paint to tip to the side, rolling and spilling its contents across the sheet. She didn't even notice as she slowly descended to the floor, cheek pressed against the soaked sheet. Her eyes were closed, body still giving the occasional twitch as the sensation slowly drained out of her. Rolling over, she spread her legs wide and beckoned to me with one finger.

"Come on lover. Let's finish this."

I settled back on top of her, filling her up almost instantly as we resumed missionary position. Bodies intertwined once more, staring into each other's eyes, only an inch or two apart. Grunt and groans were the only sounds as we gazed at each other, oblivious to anything else in the world. Each thrust of my hips brought me closer to finish, growing harder and harder inside of her with every passing second. Taylor gave a simple nod. An indication of desire. Of want. Of need. Of love. I couldn't possible hold back from her anymore.

"Taylor." I whispered. "I love you! Oh God, SWIFT!"

"I love you too baby! Oh, Cole! Cole! Cum in me Cole! Cum in me!"

Sinking down to the base, it was impossible to tell where she ended and I began. Releasing inside of her, I painted her womb with great white streaks of cum for what seemed like minutes until I collapsed in a sweaty stained mess on top of her. Our lips touched, a gentle feeling before I pulled out of her and roll flat on my back. Propping herself on one arm, she laid on her side to face me. We were both covered head to toe in paint.

"Perfect Swift." I said. "God, I love you."

"I love you too." She said, turning her head to look at me. Seed trickled down her inner thighs. Then she sat up. "We made quite the mess." She paused, looking down at the sheet that had been meant to protect the floor against paint, but looked more like one of the canvas she'd thrown away. "Quite...the mess." Her brow furrowed, forehead crinkling. Then she leapt up, boobs and butt jiggling as she ran off the sheet, leaving purple footprints on the floor. She stared at my naked form, eyes darting back and forth across the sheet.

"Get up!" She said quickly.

"What?" I asked confusedly.

"Off! Off!" She shooed me away.

I rolled off the sheet and stood up next to her, looking down at our mess. The biggest smile was on her face. Stretched out before us was a messy array of pastel blue, pink and purples, with splashes of red and yellow thrown in there. A chaotic, rolling swirl of our testament to love.

"This is it." She whispered.

"What is?" I asked confusedly.

"This." She indicated the love tapestry. "This is the album cover!"

I looked confusedly at her, but she had that look of determination on her face I knew all too well. "Cole! I love you!"

Throwing her arms around me, she planted a wet kiss on me and hurriedly ran out of the room. Probably to grab her camera. Or maybe more paint.

"I love you too!" I called out, still mostly confused.

2019

The rest of the weekend had been spent in a similarly perfect manner. With the burden of another album task off the list, they spent most of it in bed. And an hour or two in the shower. They had to make sure all the paint was gone after all. They even managed to nip out for a bite of the finest coq au vin and soufflé one could find at this tiny hole in the wall. The weekend ended with a midnight stroll along the Seine River. Crossing the Pont des Arts, they snapped a lock on the bridge, even though they weren't supposed too. Both were so blissfully happy. They flew back to New York the following morning. She had an album to finish. And he had one to promote. But neither of them forgot that weekend. In fact, both remembered it with crystal clarity. It meant more to them than anything. That was the weekend they both realized it. This was it. They never wanted to be with another person. Neither had voiced that sentiment to the other, or even out loud to themselves, but both were thinking it as they stared lovingly into each other's eyes.

"You know what?" Cole said, finally breaking out of his reverie. Taylor was still staring at him, but her phone was clutched in her hand. "That's exactly the kind of break you need right now."

"What? Paris? I can't go to Paris."

"Ok. Well maybe not Paris. But I can think of a few other things we did that weekend that would prove the perfect distraction."

"Cole. No really, I'm good to just sit here and look through..."

"Nope. Come on. No more phone. We're gonna go make love for hours and forget about reviews, tweets and Tumblr posts."

She looked at him, and he looked back. There was so much love in that look. Taylor finally smiled slyly at him.

"You got it. Lover."

End of Chapter Twenty-Four