EroticReverie

Kash

"Go clean yourself up." I tell her as we walk inside after one of the quickest god damn fucks I've ever had with her. 

"Clean me up yourself Kash" she says batting her eyelashes, I grab her hair at the nape and pull her to me as her eyes light up and I pull her hair back, looking down at her.

"Do what the fuck I tell you for once." I say and she grins. 

"Maybe I dont want to" she says and I lift my hand and give her face the softest slap and her eyes light up again. 

"Do it again" she bites her lip and I shake my head. 

"As much as I wish I could slap you across your hot little mouth...no" I say and she pouts her lower lip. 

"please?" she asks and I just laugh and pull her to my mouth and kiss her hard. 

"Go fucking clean yourself up." I growl and she bites her lip.

"Yes sir" she says mockingly and I roll my eyes. 

She steps back and salutes me. I shake my head and swat her ass as she laughs and I watch her walk up the stairs with a few of her bags.

I pull open the one on the floor to peek inside when she gets to the top of the stairs. 

"KASH" she yells my name. 

I jump, jerking my hand back. 

"What?" I yell back.

"Get up here...NOW" she says and my brows pinch, cause she sounds slightly angry. And since I'm going up , I grab the other bags and walk up the stairs.

"Coming" I call to her and walks down the hall towards our bedroom and see her facing the door, but staring at the wall.

She looks at me and I raise a brow. Stopping.

"What?" I ask. Pausing in the hallway. 

"I love you Kash...but no." she says and I cock my head. 

"No what?" I ask as I walk in and turn my head and smile. 

The painting I had made of her is on the wall. I forgot I had people come and hang it earlier today now that it was no longer showing the gallery. 

"God you're fucking beautiful" I say looking at the painting of her and she sighs.

"Stop it." she says and I look at her with a fucking smile that feels ten miles wide on my face.

"Tate..what?" I say and drop her bags and turn and admire the fucking water color painting of her face. She was truly the most fucking beautiful thing I'd ever fucking seen.

"Kash...baby..." she says. "Listen..I love you...like...a lot...and this painting is the absolutely sweetest fucking thing..but we are NOT hanging it the bedroom." she says and I feel my lip lift in a scowl. 

"Why the fuck not?" I ask. "Look at it..." I say and gesture to it. 

"It's your gorgeous fucking face" I say and step closer to it.

"I don't want to look at my face while you're fucking me in bed." she says.

I lift my brows in thought. The idea of being able to fuck Tatum from behind, while also looking at her face blown up on the wall, was ideal for me. I shrug.

"Well I do." I say. 

"Kash!" she slaps my arm with the back of her  hand and laughs slightly as she moves around me and stands in front of me. I look down at her face, smiling. 

"Fuck, the real thing is so much prettier" I say, lifting my hands to her face.

"You can say sweet things to me all you want, it doesnt stay in here" she says and I kiss her mouth and look over her head.

"I'll say sweet things to you all I want, AND..it will stay in here." I say and look back down at her as she narrows her eyes at me and tightens her lips.

"Kash." she says.

"Tate." I reply. 

"Fine." she says. "I just wont be fucking you in here anymo-" she says and she goes to walk away and I grab her arm. 

"The fuck you won't" I pull her back to my chest and wrap my arms around her and reach up the front of her and grab her jaw and lift it. 

"Fucking look at how fucking perfect you are" I whisper in her ear. 

She moves against my hold and I tighten my other arm around her. 

"Fucking look at that face Tatum." I whisper in her ear as I look at the painting.

"I love that fucking face" I tell her.

"If I wanna see it beside me every morning, as well as on my fucking wall..I will...I'll put your god damn face on every fucking square inch of every fucking wall in this house if I want to...because that..." I point to her face on the wall, the painting my second favorite thing after her. 

"Is the only fucking thing I ever want to look at." I say and she exhales and turns and looks up at me. 

Her lower lip is trembling slightly and her eyes are watering.

I take her face in my hands. 

"I mean it." I tell her. 

"You are my favorite thing to look at.....you have the hottest fucking body, gorgeous tits, a hot ass and fucking legs I want wrapped around my fucking head constantly" I say and she laughs with the slightest sniffle , a small tear falling from her eye, and I swipe it away.

"But I am...fucking...obsessed...with this." I say gently shaking her face, the slightest bit. 

I bring my mouth to her cheek, pressing it against it as I continue to speak to her. 

"I love you...and you're just going to have to deal with the fact you made me love you so much that I want your face on our bedroom wall." I say and kiss her cheek and then look at her. I know she's not crying cause she wants it off the wall that bad. I can tell from the look in her eyes, my words are affecting her, making my tough little sassy mouthed, firecracker a little bit vulnerable, and I think I fucking fall in love with her even more when she's like this.  When she's soft, when she's looking at me like she would die for me the way I would for her. 

"got it baby?" I ask with a little smile. 

Her head nods in my hands. 

"good." I say and swipe the few new tears that fall. 

"I love you" her voice cracks.

I smile. "Love you too." I say and kiss her forehead and then kiss her nose. Then kiss her mouth and turn her around, wrapping my arms around her. 

"You're mine...and you're so god damn beautiful..." I say in her ear as she holds her arms over mine and we look at the painting. 

"I want your face over there" she points to the other side of the painting and I laugh slightly. 

"Whatever makes you happy baby" I kiss the side of her head, in her hair. 

"And your dick over there" she points to the other wall.

I laugh. And the soft Tatum is short lived. The little pain in my ass version back to stay. 

"How about my dick right here?" I grab her pussy with one hand, cupping it through her dress and she leans back into me and nods.

"There too" she says and I smile as I rub her slowly through her dress and hum low and groan in her ear. 

"such a pretty fucking face" I whisper as I look at her face on the wall while I touch her pussy and she pushes her hips forward. 

"Kash" she moans. 

"You're gonna stay just like this." I tell her as I lift her dress, and slide my hand into her panties that she put back on before us getting out of the car. 

"You're gonna cum, looking at your face Tatum." I whisper as I rub her clit and can feel the mess we made all over her. 

"You're going to cum to your beautiful fucking face, just like I do every fucking day" I tell her. 

"Look at how fucking hot you are" I groan. "I've never seen a fucking face that beautiful, ever...look at those fucking eyes....that god damn mouth...that smile" I whisper as she gasps and I grin as I look at her face from the side, her eyes on her painting. I kiss her neck. 

"Those fucking cheeks.....your pretty little nose" I whisper. 

"Your eye brows....every fucking bit of it....makes me so fucking hard baby" I groan and she moans as I slide my finger up and down over her slippery fucking clit, my cum still there, mixed with her arousal. 

"How are you so fucking beautiful...so fucking sexy....and god damn cute all at once?" I ask and gently bite her neck and then nip her jaw under her ear and then kiss the same spot. 

"Look at yourself baby" I groan as I rub her clit in her small soft circles, putting just enough pressure on her clit, and making her hips push forward as she chases the touch of my fingers. 

"That...there...is mine..." 

"and if YOU...ever leave ME....you better run far away Tate...cause im never giving that up" I say. 

"And even if you ran." I tell her as I bring her closer, her breath picking up and her hips getting more eager and she writhes against me. 

"Id fucking find you...i'd find you and drag your pretty little ass back here and tie you to the fucking bed and never let you go" 

"so if you think that I could ever fucking leave you....think the fuck again baby" I groan in her ear. 

"Youre fucking stuck with me....stuck with the man you made fucking fall in love with you and that face...the man that cant fucking get enough you...the man that fucking misses you every god damn second you're not right here with me....i will always....be yours.."

Her breath hitches and I know she's about to cum, and I look at her face on the wall. 

"I'm going to wake up to that face, every day, for the rest of my fucking life...and not the fucking painting...." I say, lifting my other hand and grabbing her jaw. 

"This...the real fucking thing." 

"Kash" she cries.

"Hmm?" I hum in her ear. 

she gasps. Her hand shooting down to mine as she cums, and she cries out, her legs shaking, and I wrap my other arm back around her and kiss her neck as she shakes and her orgasm makes her legs quiver and go weak. My fingers keep pushing over her clit and her head comes back, her mouth parting on a gasp of air, as her legs shake even harder and I groan in her ear. 

"So fucking beautiful."