"Painting again? Let me see the newest masterpiece," Tia asked Luan as she stepped into her friend and lover’s studio to see Luan moving some of her pieces around. Tia studied the newest painting, taking in the fine detail and rich colors, very aware of Luan in the room. She could smell her perfume mingling with the smell of the oil paints. "This is beautiful," she said, meeting Luan's eyes where she lingered across the room.

Luan quietly watched Tia from behind. She was perhaps only two feet directly behind her, and her green eyes gazed along her bare neck that was so neatly exposed as Tia’s hair was pinned up. Her eyes flowed along the loose gown she wore, adoring the autumn red and hues of orange that intermixed.

“Thank you,” she finally said, as Tia’s eyes stared directly within hers. For a moment, her gaze lingered upon her lips awhile, before watching the slender woman turn from her. “It’s a portrait of the birds of paradise with the long colorful tails…there are many that fly here in the morning,” she followed directly behind Tia, her feet pattering hers. “They are beautiful…” she finally said, her eyes eying Tia as she pulled down her hair. She watched the brown loose strands fall along her shoulders and intertwined with her fingers, how they seemed to dance along her creamy skin. To her, she was heaven, a goddess in disguise the smelled of sweetness and rose petals.

Tia smiled at her warmly. "Luan, I..." She looked down at her hands. She had shed her cloak in the foyer and she knew Luan was gazing at her in longing. It made Tia's body tighten in anticipation. "I came to ask for your help," she stated softly. She looked up and met her eyes.

Tia took a step forward, boldly reaching out to run her finger along Luan's jaw. "I’m losing my job and I’m not sure where to go or who to turn to that can give me credible leads." She bit her lower lip.

She smiled at her tenderly upon feeling her fingers lightly rest upon her jaw and slightly slip over her cheek. She brought a hand upon her arm, softly drawing her finger slowly against her skin, “You know I would help you in any possible way Tia.”

Luan gazed at her warmly, “I just feel awkward asking you for help as you always seem to be the one rescuing me.”

Luan held her smile as she felt Tia gently touch her, before she stepped close to her and drew her face near her ear. “You haven’t changed one bit,” she whispered in her ear. “And you know I will help. Please I’ve had a long day and I wish to unwind a bit and your beauty always enchants me.”

She remained near her, gazing at the side of her face for a brief moment before she tilted her head to kiss her neck. Her lips were light at first, before they became more languid as her tongue grazed over her skin. She tried to entice her more as she softly brushed the tip of her nose along her neck, her breath was warm and in wanting.

Tia's smile only grew and she let Luan embrace her, her arms gentle around her waist if there was any woman out there in the world it was Luan who could ease away any tension. It had to be the simple life she led; always artistic seeing the beauty in things that she couldn’t help but forget the troubles of the world. She let her hands drift up Luan's back as she kissed and nuzzled her neck, tilting her head to give her better access. Their breasts brushed against each other and Tia felt the first pangs of desire begin to move through her.

She turned her head, her mouth finding Luan's, and she kissed her softly, the lightest brush of her lips. "Not in here," she whispered. "Your paints are too expensive and we make too much of a mess."

“Not in here?” she took a step from her, though taking her hand as she gently stepped backwards. She pulled Tia along with her toward where her buckets of paints were. “I think this location is fine,” Luan grinned slightly and moved Tia in front of the canvas, “for you are more divine than my paintings…” She started to grin even more, “Besides, I have always longed to paint you…”

Tia laughed warmly. "In which particular way?" she asked, sitting down on the stool Luan had led her to. "Do you want to immortalize me on canvas or take your brush to my skin for a little bit of mischief?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.

"It seems you have read my mind," she moved behind Tia, watching her with a smile before her fingers slipped around a different brush from the one she was painting with from before. No this was a brush for something else, she dipped it in red paint, slowly swirling it before she took a seat behind Tia upon another stool. Lightly, she traced the end of the brush along her skin and licked the first area where her brush first touched. It tasted of crushed strawberries, the reason why her paints were so expensive. "Red was always your color…"

Tia turned her head slightly to catch Luan out of the corner of her eye. "We always did have fun shopping together. You enjoy making me stand in the middle of the room and drape cloth after cloth over me," she commented. The first touch of Luan's tongue over her flesh made her shiver in delight, her breath catching in longing. "All right, maybe in here would be good," she conceded softly.

She reached up to her neck and unclasped the fabric there, allowing it to fall into her lap and exposing her entire back to Luan. She knew Luan would not want to stain her top. "How is that, luv?" she whispered.

“Perfect...” Luan smiled, watching Tia’s fingers move away from her back and rest upon her lap. Her eyes looked to the exposed skin in front of her where she dared to let her fingertips lightly trace over her skin. Her touch was soft as feathers and slowly ran along her spine, encircling over a few areas near her shoulder points.

“I almost forgot how your skin was so soft,” she turned, dabbing her fingers into the red paint before her thumbs caressed against her back, massaging her skin. She spread her fingers outwardly, creating an outline of wings upon her back. Luan leant more toward her, her nose sniffing near her ear and hair where she moved her hands toward Tia’s front.

Luan moved her fingers underneath Tia’s breasts, rubbing underneath the mound, before her thumbs slid over her nipples to grasp them, she squeezed her entire palm over her breasts, feeling Tia’s nipples harden underneath her touch. Luan was growing more aroused, hungered, as she could feel the pang between her legs grow warm and moist.

Tia let out a small whimper of desire as Luan's hands closed over her breasts. She had a special bond with Luan ever since they met years ago, and it was always a joy to be with her. She felt her eyes flutter close as she let herself simply get lost in the sensation. She wished she had come to Luan under different circumstances. "I wish..." But Luan's fingers touched her lips and she opened her eyes slightly.

She hadn't noticed the mirror before and now found herself staring at it as Luan's hands gently kneaded her breasts, stopping for a few moments to roll her nipples between her fingers, staining them with the red paint as her mouth played over Tia's neck. She was enthralled, captured under the other woman's spell.

Luan just smiled as her eyes stared toward the mirror, watching their reflection. Luan lingered her chin upon Tia’s shoulder, her fingers rubbing her nipple between the two of her digits. She couldn’t resist but bring her hand to rest upon the side of her hip, and grasp for the material that covered her lower half. She tugged it away, letting it fall toward the floor that completely exposed Tia to herself. As before, she was strikingly beautiful with her curvaceous feminine body. Beneath her touch, she could feel Tia’s skin begin to heat, that she sank her mouth against the nape of her neck and slowly sucked against her skin. As the light fabric fell toward the ground, she moved her hand to caress against her thighs, sliding her fingers just enough to follow along the line between her pelvis and thigh.

Tia leaned back against Luan, feeling her breasts push against her back and she reached up to thread her fingers in the other woman’s hair, her eyes glued to the mirror. Her body tingled as Luan’s fingers caressed her thighs and she shifted on the stool to open her legs wider, allowing Luan access to her body.

Luan’s fingers rolled her nipples slowly, applying just enough pressure to make Tia gasp. She leaned her head on the woman’s shoulder, her free hand sliding down Luan’s arm to cover the hand that was stroking her thigh. She moved with Luan, their eyes locked in the mirror. Her heart was beginning to race as she felt the heat of arousal move through her body to center between her legs.

Luan watched their reflection in the mirror as her hand moved along Tia’s inner thigh. She couldn’t help but carry a slight grin to face as she felt that Tia was already prepared and ready, allowing her hands to smooth closer to the very centric of her womanhood. She had been longing to touch her flesh, those soft delicate folds that creamed with wetness just beneath her fingers. Delicately, she drew her fingertips over the dark curls along the top portion of her pelvis, before inching to find the shaven portion around her vaginal area that neatly directed her fingers to her singular spot.

Luan’s eyes lowered to settle down toward where her fingers touched. Beneath, she could feel the readily swollenness of her vagina, that she drew her single middle digit along the top layer of her skin, just enough to feel the warmth and the aroused juices that seemed to slip around the crevices of her opening. Her finger drew over the same area again, before encircling around the spot to slicken the area more. She tested the area slightly, letting her finger easily slip along her vagina then rub against her clit. She pressed against the clit again, gently rubbing over it between two of her fingers before she easily slipped a finger within her hole. She sank her finger against her inner walls, inching only a fingertip to ease upward against the opening of her cave and rub against it.

Luan’s touch was bliss, her painstakingly slow caresses driving Tia higher. Her touch was gentle, light, even when she stroked Tia’s clit. It sent a tingling throughout her body and she moaned softly, turning her head to kiss Luan. But Luan moved instead, teasing her neck and shoulders with her mouth as she pushed her fingers deeper into Tia. She slid her hand back over Luan’s, pushing the heel of Luan’s hand hard against her clit as she rubbed the inside of her vagina.

Tia took her free hand and caressed the breast Luan wasn’t, rolling her nipple as her friend pushed against her. She swallowed hard, her body hot and restless, the folds of skin between her legs wet with need and want. “Luan,” she whispered softly, getting more aroused as she looked in the mirror across from them, seeing their hands over her body.

Luan slid a second finger within her, resting her thumb against her pelvis as she pumped against her body. Her fingers moved and twisted inside of her long and rapidly, feeling the gathering juices along her fingers. She reached behind her, grabbing the ends of her shirt and slipped it off from the top of her head. She let her strands easily fall against her back once more, though she shifted her body and the stool closer to Tia’s and immediately took the comfort of feeling Tia’s warm skin pressed against her breasts.

Tia moaned at the invasion of Luan’s other finger and the press of her breasts against her back. She opened her legs wider for Luan, tilting her head to find her lips, kissing her hungrily. Her tongue invades Luan’s mouth and she cupped the back of her head with her hand, holding their mouths fused together. She felt the heat between her legs increasing and she whimpered, her body moving restlessly on the stool.

“You’re teasing me,” Tia whispered, her body trembling. Her breasts ached in need, the fire spiralling towards release as Luan’s fingers kept their rhythm. She could feel it coming, the pressure about to erupt when Luan stopped her motions, her hand falling still. Tia sobbed, kissing Luan’s jaw and cheek. Their lips met, Tia’s body shaking at the impending release that was just waiting to erupt, Luan forcing her to come back down.

Tia’s climax nearly threw her for her own, but she wanted to wait, she wanted more that she brought both Tia and her down to the flooring. She watched as Tia skirted against the ground, while Luan removed her own loose pants and undergarments, before she started to crawl upon her hands and knees toward Tia. Ahead of her, Tia held a grin upon her face that anchored with a sly playful smile as she continued to move backwards. Like a cat, Luan stalked toward Tia, moving gracefully against the floor while she pushed a few buckets of paints away.

She continued to further crawl toward Tia, watching as she spread her legs for her to move in between that she lay upon the floor, immediately grasping Tia’s hips. She kissed her lower abdomen before she moved her face down and drew her tongue against the outer opening over Tia’s vagina. She licked the soft wrinkled skins again, mouthing over it, and suckling against her clit as she gently twisted it between her lips. With her breath heated, she further slid the tip of her tongue downward, moving it within her cave as she slipped it inside of her. She tasted her insides, touching the inner softness of her skin and walls as Luan lifted her hips more. In sort, she could feel Tia raise her hips, as she felt Luan’s fingers wrap around her breasts, her thumbs sliding over and around her nipples. She continued to rub against them firmly, while her tongue danced against her.

She briefly moved her face about an inch away, replacing her tongue with two of her own fingers and slipped it inside of her. She drew it in and out rapidly, moving further and further inside of her, while she massaged the pad of her thumb against the most sensitive and outer pleasurable areas. Luan was hot, her own areas between her legs moist and intense. She always loved the way a woman looked during sex, how her hips would grind against her hand and the way she sounded as she whimpered for more. It was hot, sexy, and passionate at the same time, that it always fuelled her with wanting more.

She drew her thumb away again, replacing it with her tongue as she gently teethed and flicked her tongue against her clit fairly rapidly, while her fingers continued to swim inside of Tia and drew against the slightly ribbed inner walls. Simultaneously she mouthed, sucked, and pumped her fingers within her, her mind fully synced on one thing alone. Her other hand played with Tia’s breast, her fingertips circling it before they drew over and kneaded against the small hardened jut.

Her mouth covering her body and licking at her was Tia’s heaven and she moved with Luan and let out a moan. The artist so enjoyed her work and Tia lifted her hips to give her better access. As Luan’s tongue darted in and out of her hot core, her fingers rubbing and rolling her nipples, she felt that pressure start all over again, only this time the orgasm came swiftly with a fury of its own. Luan’s hands held her tightly, refusing to let her move as she cried out, Luan’s mouth lapping and suckling and not stopping.

Finally Luann lay down, her body equally forming into a melted pattern with Tia’s. Their breasts touched first, immediately feeling the intermixture of the first cold sexual tingles and then the contrasting burning sensations that waved through. She rested a thigh against Tia’s pelvis, while other leg rested at the other side of Tia’s, as they both equally rode a thigh. Firmly, she shifted her thigh against her sensitive womanhood, while her breasts brushed against Tia’s with their nipples touched, mixed with heated sweat. Luan’s breaths drew inward as she felt Tia’s thigh move against her, that she leant down and locked her lips against hers in a hard kiss. The two things Luan loved most were her passion for art and her passion for the art of making love.

Sitting up Luan reached up and took a small jar of paint from the table she had Tia secured to and Tia watched in fascination as she dabbed her fingers in the blue paint and then swirled them around Tia’s nipples, spreading the color before doing her own. The scent of blueberries mixed with the musky smell of sex. “I like that,” she commented, breathlessly.

Luan grinned, “You always did,” she leant down and kissed her lips softly, before she hovered her body higher above Tia. This time she wanted something of her own, she needed to be touched, she needed to feel that sensation against her nipples that she shifted upward. As their connection had it, she knew that Tia knew what she wanted.

Luan’s mouth gaped at the first pleasurable sensations of Tia’s mouth move over her nipple, how she was teased by the caress of her tongue circling around it that it hardened within her mouth. She could feel Tia firmly suck against her, tasting the painted blueberries. She dipped her body against her, her hands grasping within Tia’s hair at the back of her head. She held her close as Tia’s lips and tongue continued to rapture her, that she drew out a breath of a whimper. Her body tingled and shivered, while she continued to ride against Tia’s thigh. Her body moved rhythmically over her, her pelvis pushing against the skin for it to pinch against her sensitive womanhood that aroused her so deeply. Between the nest of her legs, she could feel the pangs and juices of her desires being fulfilled, the lust that fuelled inside of her, curling within the pit of her stomach that she gaped her mouth again in a cry at the sensations that Tia was creating over her.

Tia watched the emotions play over Luan’s face above her as she suckled her breast. She let her tongue lathe over the swollen nipple, gently nibbling at it with her teeth before flicking it again in a soothing motion. She could taste Luan’s own sweet skin beneath the blue berry paint and as she drew it deeper into her mouth she rocked her hips as much as she could. She trailed her tongue around Luan’s breast in ever widening circles before licking her way across her chest to tease and torment the other one. Luan’s hands fisted in her hair, her rocking becoming more heated. Tia licked at the nipple, before drawing it hard into her mouth, suckling deeply, and breathing in Luan’s heated scent. Then Tia moved to lay Luan down on her back as to where she straddled over her pelvis and began rubbing her pelvis against hers in wonton desire.

Luan moved a hand between them both, placing two of her fingers within the Tia’s opening. She watched as the woman before her sink herself more against her fingers, that she drew in a third and thrust it against her. Her eyes watched Tia’s body, how her full rounded breasts enticed her as she couldn’t help but sit up and taste the blueberry covered nipple. She toyed with the target, rolling the small jut between her teeth and tongue, as she tasted the sweetness of the blue. Her fingers continued to pump against her, with the butt of her palm rubbing against the outer area of her vagina.

Tia let her lips dance across the soft hollow of Luan’s neck, licking and teasing and biting. Luan’s skin was soft and smooth, muscle toned and sweet and she felt Luan tremble as she let her hand drift down her belly to her hot mound. As she slid two fingers deep with Luan, she let her thumb rub over her clit, just lightly circling it as she settled her fingers into a rhythm that counter pointed the one Luan was using on her.

Luan’s tight walls gripped her fingers and she pumped her. She sled her fingers up to her own breast, cupping it and rubbing it against Luan’s, leaning her head down to moisten Luan’s nipple. The intake of breath made her peer up and she rocked and rubbed her pelvis and fingers a little harder. She leaned Luan back a bit before taking her breast in her mouth, pulling on her nipple, stroking the other with her fingers.

She felt Luan begin to tremble, her body pulling tightly on Tia’s fingers. Without hesitation, she pushed Luan back onto the floor and pushed her legs open wide, forcing the artist to hold them apart as she kept her rhythm going. She licked the thumb of her other hand and rubbed it over Luan’s clit, slowly at first and then faster, alternating her strokes until Luan was whimpering beneath her. She was getting wetter by the moment.

Tia lowered her head and replaced her thumb with her mouth, suckling Luan’s clit as she continued to finger her. She knew Luan was going to cum and she slipped her fingers from her and thrust her tongue deep instead, her head bobbing as she alternated between sucking her clit and tonguing her hole. She held tightly to Luan until she jerked and cried out, her sweet juices flooding Tia’s mouth.

After a long moment Tia finally saw Luan raise her head. “Feel better?” she asked the woman kissing her thigh.

Luan laughed as she lifted herself to her elbows, “Me? I believe that should be my question as you were the one looking for my help.”

“Right,” Tia answered then shook her head, “I hate it when you do that.” But in fact she really loved the way Luan distracted her.

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