Chapter Five #2
“I think I can live with that,” Ellyn said as she danced out of the room.
I followed close behind her and peeled off my own sweater and shirt. I rested my holster on the dresser and tugged off my pants, too. Then I changed into an old pair of sweatpants and a shirt I didn’t have any love for.
Ellyn stripped in front of me, and I had to remind myself of the task at hand rather than getting distracted by her curves.
When she slipped one of my old t-shirts over her head and her breasts were finally covered again, I let out a long breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and I walked back into the hallway to track down the paint Ellyn had used in our bedroom.
I managed to find a few cans buried beneath a few piles of old textbooks. There was a magnolia color, a dark brown, and a lilac. Ellyn had painted a breathtaking wall of flowers on our wall, and I was eager to see what she was going to do in our child’s future room.
I grabbed the cans and brought them into the mostly-empty room, and when Ellyn re-entered, she was holding a few brushes and a pot of water.
The crib was quickly moved out of the way before my wife could get any paint splatter on it, and I fished out an old blanket from the stuff Ellyn had cleared out to throw on the floor.
“Shall I let you get to it?” I asked. “I’m not much of an artist.”
“No, we’re doing this together,” the blonde elf immediately protested. “Grab a brush and dunk it in the water.”
“I don’t even know what to paint,” I admitted, but my hands were already following her orders.
“I was thinking we could do something similar to our room,” Ellyn said as she mimicked my actions. “Cute flowers. Maybe even some kind of tree twisting around two of the walls.”
“I might be able to handle a tree,” I said as I popped open the dark brown can. “I mean… I’ve looked at enough of them.”
“Tree duty it is,” Ellyn said. “I’ll handle the flowers.”
“Please do,” I mumbled under my breath before I dipped my wide-tipped brush into the dark brown paint.
I was nervous, but I knew Ellyn would fix any mistakes I made. Plus, if the little tyke had a problem with a shoddy tree in their bedroom, I could just tell them how their dad wielded a magic shard and saved their town numerous times.
That would probably shut them up.
I dragged the paintbrush across the olive wall, and thanks to the water, it glided easily. The first line was somewhat shaky, but I went over it again with a firmer hand.
I did the outline of the tree first, and to stick to Ellyn’s advice, I started painting branches that curled around the side of one of the walls and onto the other.
The more I painted, the more confident I became, and I might have gotten a little too big for my boots when my branches started crawling onto the ceiling.
“You’re doing good!” Ellyn complimented as she touched up a dazzling peony she’d painted in the magnolia color.
“It’s just the bare bones right now,” I said as I glanced at the hollow tree. “I’m not good with shading.”
“Don’t worry about that,” my wife said with a delicate wave of her hand. “We can do that later. Just start painting the inside now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said as I turned back to my magnum opus and dipped my paintbrush in the brown color again.
My strokes were wide and fast as I filled in the trunk itself, and the streakiness of the strokes actually gave it some dimension as the olive-green bled through.
It felt like we had been in there for hours, but I had hardly painted the inside.
Whereas Ellyn had decorated the entire opposite wall with swirling vines and flowers you could only dream of in lilac and magnolia.
The colors kissed and bled into one another, but there were some standalone flora that were just one color.
“You’re way too good at this,” I said as I looked at my plain tree. “Mine looks like a three-year-old did it.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Ellyn scolded as she rubbed her paintbrush in a circle to make the center of a lilac-colored sunflower. “It looks great.”
“You don’t have to lie, you know.” I grinned. “I can take the hit.”
“There’s no hit to give,” she said plainly. “I’m being honest.”
Ellyn’s back was to me, and she had yet to look over at my plain tree again. She was so engrossed in her painting that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it.
Before I could stop myself, I flicked my paintbrush in her direction, and a small spatter of brown paint hit her bare arm.
Ellyn gasped at the sudden coldness, and her first instinct was to glance up at the ceiling. But when there was no drip coming down from it, there was only one other place it could have come from.
Her light blue eyes narrowed on me and the paintbrush I still held in my hand like a sword. My grin widened, and I held up one hand in mock-innocence.
“Did you really just start that with me, Dawson?” she asked in a voice dripping with accusation.
“Start what, babe?” I asked sweetly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Ellyn glanced down to the brown spot marks on her pale skin, and then to the paintbrush in my hands dripping with the same color paint.
At first, I thought she was going to brush it off, but then with a sudden flick of her wrist, lilac paint catapulted straight into my face.
I spluttered at the sudden cold that slid down my face and onto my old shirt. But the shock was fast and fleeting, and I dunked my brush in the dark color and flung it at her with more purpose this time.
The brown splashed against her chest and ricocheted up her neck and chin.
Ellyn’s dramatic gasp was comical, and I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up my throat this time.
I keeled over and clutched my stomach, but that gave her the perfect opportunity to take advantage of my vulnerable form.
Ellyn charged over and wielded her paintbrush like a dagger, and once she was close enough, she dragged the sharp bristles down my face and all the way to my naval in one long stroke.
I choked on my laughter as I realized what she had done, and I lashed out one hand to wrap around her waist.
The blonde elf squealed as I pulled her to my chest and kept her pinned there. She thrashed and writhed like a newborn pig as I brought my heavy paintbrush to her own face and painted a long stripe down her cheek.
“Noah Dawson!” Ellyn shrieked and tried to push me away.
Paint splattered everywhere as she whacked me with her paintbrush, but I didn’t care about the mess we were making.
I dragged my brush down Ellyn’s body and felt it move against the curve of her breasts. I knew the moment I brushed over her nipple, because her breath hitched in her throat, and her eyes widened.
This was beyond a playful paint fight now, and we both knew it.
I kept a firm grip on her waist as I dragged the brush against her nipple again, and Ellyn let out a quiet moan at the sensitive touch.
“You’re making a mess,” she said breathlessly.
“Does it look like I care right now?” I purred as I brushed my lips against hers.
Her breath hitched again, and this time, her body arched against mine. She was pressing against the hardness in my sweatpants, and just that contact alone made my entire body shudder.
The hand holding her paintbrush reached up to cup my face, but I didn’t care about the wetness pressing against my cheek and skull.
I teased her lips by dragging my tongue against them, and she obediently opened her mouth for me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The playful fighting had stirred up something that I’d been trying to hold back ever since I saw her get changed in front of me.
My lips were against hers before I could even think. It was a harsh collision of teeth and flesh, and Ellyn’s moan poured straight into my mouth.
My paintbrush clattered to the floor as I gripped her hips and pulled her more firmly against me.
Ellyn whined into me as her core rubbed against my aching erection, and I hissed at the barriers blocking our skin.
In one fluid movement, I ripped the shirt she was wearing over her head, and it was only then that I realized she wasn’t wearing anything on her bottom half.
“Dirty girl,” I said in a husky tone as my fingers slid through her wet folds. “And you’re already so wet for me.”
“Can you blame me?” she panted as she leaned into my touch. “You basically told me you wanted to put a baby in me. It’s all I’ve been thinking about ever since.”
“That makes two of us,” I growled before I slammed my lips against hers again.
At the same time, I drove my fingers into her tight pussy, which made the pale-haired elf cry out against my mouth. Her walls clenched around my fingers, and I pumped them in and out slowly just to tease her a little bit more.