115: Finger Painting (Xavier)

warning: adult situations, adult language, partial nudity

"Hey, Tiger." Lee says as she waltzes into my room.

I look up and give her a sideways smile. "Hey, Lily."

She takes a deep breath and says, "I could get used to being called that. I think I like it better than my real name. My real name sounds too much like my sister's." She kisses the top of my head and her hair falls forward to brush my cheek.

I'm immediately turned on. It's almost irritating how quickly and easily that happens. I work on resisting it, but I'm like a coiled spring: one more little thing from her and I'm going to forget all about this sketch I'd been so absorbed in only a moment ago.

"So, what are you working on today?" she asks, leaning over me to see. There's a pleasant smell coming from just behind her ear.

We've been officially dating for about two months now, but I don't know if we shouldn't count for longer since I think I can reasonably say that most couples don't see each other every single day almost all day like we do. I mean, I have her prancing around in front of me every. single. day. There were even a few days when I was sick that she insisted that she take care of me. She wouldn't let me so much as kiss her on those days, so her "helping" just about drove me insane.

"Oh, nothing much really. Just started throwing colors on the paper to see what would happen." I respond to her question.

"There's alot of red." she remarks close behind my ear. Her arms are still around me, and even though she keeps trying to stick it behind her ear, her hair keeps sweeping forward to brush my cheek.

"I feel red today I guess." I say with a shrug. I hope she doesn't notice how I have my left hand clenched on my thigh.

"Do you remember finger painting? Red was my favorite color to finger paint." she says and starts running her finger across the back of my neck.

A vision of me finger painting her, naked of course, pops into my head unbidden. I take a deep breath.

She circles me and works her way between me and the drafting table before she whispers, "I'd like to finger paint you." She sits in my lap.

I drop my pencil and attack her without waiting a second longer.

Every time. Every damn time we make out she winds up stopping me. It's like she gets upset at me for reacting the way I do! I try to back off, but then she tempts me beyond my limits, like now, and I wind up attacking her, making her stop me sooner rather than later. Is she testing me to see how far I'll go? How much I can stand? I can't stand it!

My mouth leaves her panting as I work my way down her neck and say, "Lily, I was perfectly content to sit here and paint red."

"Red isn't a content color." she breathes.

I continue as if she hadn't interrupted me, "But then you come in here and prance around with your hair in my face and talk about finger painting and you expect me not to go insane."

"Who says that's not what I want?"

I pause as I try to figure that one out. I groan as I think, Girls. There's a trick or a trap here that I haven't found yet. Surely she doesn't mean what I really want her to mean.

I question, "So you want me to go insane? Well, you're very near the mark."

After a short pause, she says, "I don't know, Xavier. All I know is you look so damn hot sitting here painting that I just had to come over and make you as crazy as you make me."

"It worked." I say and laugh quietly. I flip my hair out of my eyes to smile up at her when her hand daringly moves down over my stomach to between my legs. I breathe real fast in surprise, but I don't move her hand. I mean, I want to move her hand but not away. OMG. She's doing it on her own! I look up at her again in a questioning way and the look in her eyes as her hand moves against me through my shorts makes me groan again.

My hands tightly grip her hips when she moves to unbutton my shorts. I keep wondering when she's going to stop. The is Lee after all.

I throw my head back and we groan simultaneously when her blessed hand finds me again. I feel her lips on my throat as I hold her to me, taking care to leave room for her continued ministrations.

"You like this?" she asks me from somewhere, picking up her tempo.

I manage to eek out an "oh hell yes".

I realize I might be making it alot more difficult for her to continue, but I just can't seem to help from squeezing her to me, clinging desperately to her and praying for her not to stop.

"Xavier?" she asks as I bury my face in her neck.

I whimper a response, "Oh, please, don't stop."

She pauses, and I want to die. Suddenly she's unsure of herself again. No! I scream in my head. Not this time!

She speaks slowly and apologetically, "I ... don't want you to ... on my hand."

"Shit." I exclaim. My eyes roll over to her and I growl, "Then I'm going to inside you." I yank her shirt up over her head and attack her breasts.

She's panicking, "Xavier, wait!"

"No." I say simply.

She strings a bunch of incoherent babble together that I think she means to use as sentences as she says, "But I ... I don't know ... I just wanted to ... I'm sorry ... I don't know what I was thinking! I just ... I mean ... thought I'd try ... I was curious. It felt right at the time and I wanted to ..."

"And I want to now." I interrupt. Her breathing is shaky and I don't like how I think I'm scaring her. However, I'm sick of being teased. I carry her over to the couch. Ideally, Marie's bed downstairs would be perfect, but we'd have to go outside and she's topless now so that's out.

Once I've settled her on the couch, I work on getting her skirt off. I could just leave it on and pull it up instead, but I really want her naked and beneath me. Her hands make a meek attempt at stopping me, but I succeed in removing the rest of her clothing.

"Please, Xavier, stop." she says, crying now.

Shit, I think. I lift myself up to glare down at her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she whispers in between little hiccups from crying.

I want to cry too all of a sudden. What is wrong with me?

I whimper again and collapse on top of her, burying my face in her neck. She's trembling. I feel like a monster. I'm still ridiculously horny, but I think I have it under control now.

"Lee ... Oh my sweet Lily, I'm sorry." I say into her neck. I push my arms underneath her to hug her to me. She won't touch me. She won't stop crying. I bury my face in her hair as I say, "Please, Lily, stop crying." I sit up now to reach up and wipe the tears away, taking great care not to look where my eyes feel drawn. She closes her eyes, blocking me out. The tears keep coming; I keep wiping them away.

"I brought this upon myself." she whispers.

It would be really bad to agree with her right now, so I keep quiet. I just keep petting her face even after the tears stop. The fact that she's naked under me keeps worming its way into my thoughts, however.

"What on earth possessed me to do that?" she asks and finally opens her beautiful eyes.

I smile in spite of everything and say, "We're teenagers. We're ruled by our hormones. I liked it." I raise my eyebrows as I think, That is, until you stopped.

She closes her eyes and hides her face with her hand.

"Lily, please uncover your face lest I be tempted to look elsewhere." I say darkly. Because if I so much as look I'm going to go crazy again.

Her hand quickly gets moved.

She's naked she's naked she's naked, keeps running through my mind.

"Where are my clothes?" she asks.

"I threw them across the room." I say guiltily.

I cover her body with mine so that at least she's covered. That's what I tell myself, that is.

"Xavier, get off of me, please." she asks with warning in her voice.

"Not until you understand something." I say. "I'm sick to death of being teased, Lee."

"I'm not trying to be a tease! I just wanted to kiss you. That's how it happens, we kiss and you always want to take it too far!"

"And then you stuck your hand down my pants." I counter and look her square in the eye.

"Well, um. I ... Sorry." she stammers.

I work very hard at not rolling my eyes as I say, "Oh gee whiz, Lily, don't be sorry! Not for that anyway. I'm only sorry that you stopped. How could you do that to me?"

"Oh no, I am a tease, aren't I?" she covers her face with both hands now. 

I groan in frustration and remove my shorts by working them down my legs while remaining on top of her.

"Xavier, what are you doing?!"

"They were in the way." I say as first one, then my other leg gets back between hers. I settle myself back down on her in a most pleasant way.

"I thought you were going to get off of me." she says and gasps as I move against her.

Oh baby, that's almost good enough, I think as I rock my hips against her, hoping to drive her as insane as I am... just like she wanted to do me.

My voice is low and even as I respond to her earlier statement, "I never promised anything, and the more I have you under me like this the more I want you." I continue rocking against her and happily watch her eyes almost cross before she closes them. "You wanted to make me as insane as you felt, well now I'm returning the favor."

"Oh, god, Xavier! I can't take it!"

"Can't take what?" I ask. I want you to tell me.

"This! You have to stop." she says and her breathing is irregular.

"No I don't." I answer and apply a little more pressure.

"I don't want to do this!" she nearly yells even though from the look on her face I can tell she's enjoying this as much as I am.

Women.

Damn it!

"Tell me why not." I request as I stop. Staying perfectly still is almost as much torture as moving, and I know it has to be torturing her as well.

"I'm afraid."

"Of me?"

"No, not you! Of ... everything else. Pain. Fear of the unknown. What you might think of me afterwards."

"How could I do anything but love you? It's because I love you that I haven't pushed harder, but holy crap do I want you."

"I can tell." she says as our eyes meet. Suddenly, we both crack up a little. "That's another thing, Tiger. You could really really hurt me."

Thanks, Dad. "I would never..."

"Willingly hurt me. I know." She squeezes her eyes shut and I know I'm still driving her wild. It's amazing how good she is at hiding it. She starts breathing faster before she says, "Xavier .... "

"Mm?" I ask.

"You have to ... be ... extremely gentle with me, okay?"

Holy shit! I freeze and stare down at her in amazement. "Are you sure? I don't want to unless you're sure. I mean, I want you to want it, not like you're just giving in." Idiot!

"That's not how you were a minute ago."

"A minute ago I was a monster."

"That I created." she finishes. "If I weren't so scared I'd be sure, but I don't suppose I'm ever going to not be scared."

Suddenly, an idea hits me. "You be on top."

"What!?"

"Mhm. That way you have the control." I explain to her wide-eyed expression.

"I don't even know if I can do that." she says.

I smile down at her and say, "Of course you can! Lily, I love you, and I want to do this with as little pain on your part as possible. That's the best way. It has to be." I remove my underwear and help her sit up. "Come here." I say and she straddles me.

With agonizing slowness and several pauses that make me want to scream, she finally finishes lowering herself onto me. Then she's completely still.

"Are you okay?" I ask while she rests her head on my shoulder. I love how this feels. I run my hands up her thighs and hips to her back and down again, marveling at how soft her skin is. She nods her head against me wordlessly. I desperately want her to move, but I know I should wait until she's ready. That wait is killing me. 

I can't help it. My once lightly-caressing hands now start pressing harder into her flesh as she stays resolutely still. I stop my hands movement on her hips and just knead the skin there with my thumbs reaching in her hip socket. Apparently, she likes this judging from her reaction. I feel like she's waking up around me as she gasps a little when she accidentally moves. I encourage her by moving her hips with my hands. She lets out a small 'oh' sound and finally starts moving against me.

I get it now. I get it why everyone wants to do this all the time. I love watching her body move on top of me. After a little while, I aid her by pushing up into her and practically throwing her up a little only to have her land, hard, back on me. With my hands on her hips, I urge her to go faster. I feel like nothing else exists but me and her, her and me as I'm transported into another world. The pleasure builds and builds exponentially as now I've become the one in charge as I quickly lift and push her against me. 

With very little warning, I thrust one final, powerful time deep inside of her. She whimpers, moves once more, and joins me as our bodies fuse together as one. Time stands still. I can hardly breathe as I feel as if my soul has left my body for a time. My eyes find hers, and if I could only move, I'd kiss her senseless.

Slowly, I return to Earth and become aware of my surroundings, and I'm very happy with them. Lee is passed out on my chest, her body still wrapped around me. I reach up to run my fingers through her hair mindlessly. In the back of my mind, I wonder what my mom or dad would do if they happened to walk in right now. They never do, but that would be typical of fate to do something like that to me.

"I'm sorry I was so scared." Lily says quietly to me.

I smile. "I'm sorry I was so demanding." I tilt my head down as best as I'm able and ask, "How do you feel?"

"Right now I'm fine, but I've read that I could be sore tomorrow." She sits up to grin at me and say, "Especially with my Tiger."

I feel a little sleepy as I respond, "I am your Tiger. I always will be."

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It bugs me how the game wouldn't let me keep the cute ponytail for Lee's nude state.

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