Blinking in surprise at first from the gentle embrace, Katelynn soon melted against him as happiness swelled in her chest to curl around her body. Soon she was kissing him back, clinging to his shirt. So he did love it. It made all the effort of setting it all up worth it.
As she gently broke the kiss, she smiled at him and leaned her forehead against him. “…would you..like to paint then? I know you do it for a living and all…but I thought this way might make it unique and fun..”
To show him what she meant, she slowly got out of his embrace to slowly take off her shirt and skirt and sensually as possible, leaving only her support bra and panties on. Moving to one of the buckets, she dipped her hand and then chest into it to soak up some paint before beginning to splash it around the canvas, sliding her chest up against it as well. And since it was edible she turned to look at him and sucked some of it off her finger.
It was only then, as Katelynn made the suggestion, that Jack noticed the pots were of edible paint. Oh god, it seemed she wanted to do quite a bit more than just recreate their first evening together!
The thought was almost painfully exciting. He would be lying if he said he’d never imaged what it would be like to use his paints on his girlfriend, to play and decorate her body like a canvas. It might not look it to an outsider, but making art was always a passionate experience for Jack – he would have loved to have Katelynn share in the joy of that, except that the oil paints he normally used didn’t work right on skin. This, though …
He stared, hypnotized, as Katelynn stripped off her clothes and began smearing the colorful, sweet-smelling paint on her skin. Jack licked his lips, and barely managed to hold himself back long enough to strip off his own clothes. Wearing only his soft gray boxers, he hurried over to join her.
“Oh, I can d-definitely think of some fun we can have with this,” he laughed softly.
“Oh?” she challenged, giggling softly as she collected a bit more paint and ran her fingers over his torso, leaving a lovely purple trail. “Maybe something like t-that..?”
Her body was poised to run in case he decided to chase her with the paints. Thank goodness they didn’t have to worry about any mess they would end up making so they could be free to have fun with this.
He tried not to laugh, but the paint and her light touch tickled on his sensitive chest. Jack wondered vaguely what flavors the different colors were – he could imagine the purple being some kind of fruit, but wouldn’t know until he tasted it. Which he was very much looking forward to.
“Mm-hm, something like that indeed.” Grinning, he caught Katelynn around the waist, and painted a blue circle around her navel.
Jack Maple 