Seraphina
The afternoon sun spilled through the windows, catching the dust drifting lazily through the empty room as I wrestled the enormous roll of white canvas across the hardwood floor.
It refused to cooperate. One corner curled back on itself.
Another slid across the floor as though it had developed opinions.
"Oh, don't start," I muttered, flattening it with my foot.
Eventually the entire room disappeared beneath crisp white canvas. Perfect.
Outside, Max charged across the yard after a tennis ball, barking triumphantly each time he caught it. I watched him for a moment, smiling before walking to the bedroom door.
Click.
The lock slid into place. I looked around the room, folded my arms and grinned.
"What?" I whispered to the empty space.
"You didn't think this was over, did you?"
Right on cue, tires crunched over the gravel driveway. My heart skipped. Perfect timing.
I immediately started to get ready, loosening my dress so that one strap flowed down my shoulder. I stood waiting, smiling mischievously as the doorknob turned and the door opened.
Elias stood in front of me, looking as handsome as ever, the exhaustion of the workday melting from his face the moment his eyes landed on me.
“Baby?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
I tilted my head, keeping my gaze locked on his. “Would you like to help me paint, honey?”
He blinked, looking around the bare room in confusion. “What do you mean? The walls, you painted them a week ago.”
I laughed, a rich, melodic sound, and stepped back onto the canvas. With a playful wink, I walked backward, my other strap falling down my shoulder as I let the dress glide down to the floor. I hear him groan looking down at my naked skin.
“Baby, come here.” Elias motioned with his finger as he started getting undressed.
I picked up the paint bottle, a dark red shade and squeezed some of it in my hand, looking at him, I smiled mischievously, rubbing the paint together before smearing it down my body. Over my breast, stomach and neck. His eyes followed my hands.
"Fuck, rub those nipples baby, paint them for me" He groaned the words standing complete naked he palmed his cock giving it a jerk.
"Don’t you want to help your wife paint?
" I whispered as I closed my eyes and let my hands draw lower and lower gliding over my lower stomach.
A hand gripped my wrist, I opened my eyes to see Elias shaking his head and bending down to get more paint, this time an almost black color.
Squeezing the bottle all over my breast he says.
“That is mine to play with.” He grinned before his lips were on mine, his hand gliding over my pussy as his fingers started to draw circles over my clit, making me moan.
“Have you been bad today, Seraphina? This pussy is weeping, such a needy little clit.”
He bites my neck as his finger enters me. I gasp feeling his cock resting between on my stomach I whimpered.
Elias grinned as he pulled out and licked his fingers. Groaning he lowered himself to the floor on his back and started jerking his cock moving up and down.
“Come down here, baby. Come sit right on my cock.”
I lower down to the floor straddling his hips and sit right over the head of his cock and lower down. Both of us groaned as the sensation of him stretching me. Finally, when I reached the end we both sighed and relieved my pussy clenching and unclenching him.
“Now ride me, show me who you belong to.” His hands glide over me gripping my hip and the other gliding up my neck gripping tightly but not suffocating me he starts moving my hip making me move.
Up, down, up down I started grinding slowly then faster and faster until we came, breathless sweaty and sticky we lay on top of each other, trying to catch our breath.
“We haven’t even painted the canvas yet.” I groaned, making both of us laugh.
Feeling his hands glide over my skin causing goosebumps and kissed my head.
“Well then we should try again, baby.” I looked up at him and grinned as I closed the space between us, kissing him, tasting him. Feeling him harden again inside of me I clenched around him making him groan.
"Well..." a familiar voice drawled, dripping with amusement.
"I see someone finally found my housewarming gift."
I froze.
"...Persephone?"
I turned around. She stood in the doorway with one hand still resting on the doorknob, dressed as though she'd stepped out of one of her own impossible stories. Her lips curved into the kind of smile that usually meant trouble. For exactly half a second. Then her eyes flicked toward us.
Heat rushed to my face.
"Elias..."
Before I could move, his arm tightened around my waist.
"Stay."
I looked back at him. He met my gaze without the slightest hint of embarrassment.
"You're not going anywhere."
I couldn't help laughing. Persephone covered her eyes with dramatic exaggeration.
"I swear I only came to drop something off. Clearly my timing is... spectacular."
"You think?" I called back.
"I've always had a gift."
Elias let out the quietest sigh.
"You could've knocked."
"I did."
"No, you didn't."
"I thought about knocking."
"That doesn't count."
"It does in my heart."
I laughed again.
Persephone pointed toward the hallway.
"I'll... wait outside."
She paused.
"And for the record..."
A grin spread across her face.
"I'm very happy the marriage is going well."
"Persephone!"
"What?"
She held up both hands innocently.
"I'm leaving."
"You'd better."
"I am!"
Still laughing to herself, she pulled the door shut behind her.
The house fell quiet again.
I buried my face against Elias's shoulder with a groan.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this."
"No."
He smiled against my hair.
"I don't think you are."
A few minutes later, I stepped into the hallway wearing one of Elias's shirts, still trying to wipe stubborn streaks of red and black paint from my forearms.
Persephone looked up from where she'd been waiting by the front door.
"There you are."
I spread my arms.
"I would hug you..."
She took one look at the paint still covering me and laughed.
"...but I value my clothes."
"Wise decision."
My smile slowly faded.
"You don't usually show up unannounced."
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she reached into the leather satchel slung over her shoulder and withdrew a small cloth bag tied tightly with twine. The teasing disappeared from her face completely.
"Plant this."
I frowned, accepting the surprisingly heavy bundle.
"...That's it?"
She nodded.
"I'll call you when I need it."
My curiosity immediately sparked.
"What exactly am I planting?"
"You'll know when the time comes."
I looked from the bag back to her.
"Persephone..."
Her expression softened, though the worry in her eyes remained.
"Just trust me."
Silence settled between us.
Finally, I smiled.
"You know..."
I turned the little bag over in my hands.
"...it really is delightful being your friend."
The corner of her mouth lifted.
"For now."
She stepped forward, leaned close enough that only I could hear her next words, and whispered something into my ear.
I blinked.
"...You're serious."
"I never joke about this."
With one last glance toward the bedroom, she smiled faintly, turned, and disappeared down the porch steps. I watched until she climbed into her car and drove away. When I closed the front door and turned around, Elias was exactly where I'd left him, leaning against the doorway with his arms folded.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Everything okay?"
I smiled.
"I think so."
He crooked a finger toward himself.
"Come here."
I walked over without hesitation.
"So"
I slipped my arms around his neck.
"Where were we?"