Invisible Man (Completed ) ✅

♥ Twelve ♥

"Man, it's hot!"  She complained, fanning herself with a magazine she had removed from her carry-on bag.

"Well, you should've worn shorts, love."  He motioned to his own short-covered legs, and then to her lightweight cotton pants.  No way, she thought.  She wasn't revealing that tattoo until the last minute.

A second jeep took them down a bumpy road to their cabana.  The scenery was beautiful, and Oriana  tried to notice it, but all she could think about was what she had planned for Donnie.

They went inside.  True to her instructions, her paint equipment was in the small closet off of the bathroom.  Donnie flopped onto the bed after he had tipped their driver.

"Wonder if there's anything on TV?"

"Donnie, this is an island paradise.  They don't have TVs here."

"Oh."  He began unpacking his bags.  Oriana  just stared at him.  She had assumed he would be ready to jump her bones as soon as they were alone.  "How 'bout a walk on the beach?"  He said suddenly.

"Um, okay.  I thought you wanted to get some sun.  Why don't you find a tank top while I change?"  She asked.

"No!"  He barked, the first time he had ever raised his voice to her.  "No, I'm fine," he said, in a calmer tone.  "You go change, love."

She smiled to herself as she entered the bathroom and went to find her paint things.  That's what the problem was.  He was nervous about showing her the marks on his chest.  There was no way he could explain them.

"I might be a minute, D!"  She hollered.

"Take your time."

About twenty minutes later, she returned to the main room.

"You weren't kidding when you said...holy fuck."  Donnie sat down hard on the bed.

Oriana  was totally naked, but covered in a special kind of body paint that could only be removed with special soap.  She had covered her  skin with swirls and flourishes of bright paint, with a spot of glitter here and there for effect.

"Oh my God," he breathed, feeling an erection strain against his pants.

"Like it?"  Oriana asked .  He could only nod.  She showed him what she had in her hands: more tubes of paint.  "This paint is different than what I have on."  She stood before him.  "This paint is edible."

Donnie groaned, so turned on it was painful.  She moved to kneel before him.  "I want you to be my finest work of art," she told him.  She pulled his shirt out of his pants, her hands brushing the crotch of his shorts.

"Oriana , no, wait," he struggled to get out of her reach.  "I can't.  We can't.  I..."

"What do you mean, we can't?"  She said, enjoying his discomfort immensely.  "Don't you want me?"

"Shit, yes, I want you!"  He snapped, like it was even an option for him not to want her.  "I just, I have to tell you something."

"Well, tell me naked."  She yanked the shirt over his head, and gasped in feigned shock.  "Donnie, what are those?"

"What?"  He asked innocently.

"Those fucking hickeys on your chest, asshole?  Who was trying to tear the skin off of your chest?"

"Danny's cat?"

"Danny doesn't have a cat!"

"Okay, Oriana , wait, listen to me.  There was a bachelor party, you know, the one that Lacey planned, and there was this dancer, and God, she reminded me of you so much, and she was so hot, and I wanted to fuck her, but I didn't, I swear.  I couldn't say no to anything else, but I swear I didn't fuck her."  He looked at her earnestly.

"Did this bitch have a name?"  She said, putting one foot on the bed.

"Yeah, it was uh, um, it was..." he struggled to remember.  She turned her leg so her ankle was facing him.  He still didn't notice.

"Melissa ?"  She suggested.

"Yeah!  Melissa !  But how did you..." he looked down for the first time.  "Oh my God...it was you?"

"Damn, woman!  You took everything out of me!"  She quoted.  He stared at her in shock.  With a yell he grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.  She shrieked with laughter.

"You little witch!"  He said, tickling her.  He grew serious.  "I couldn't cheat on you, Oriana .  I know I shouldn't have even done what I did when I thought it was a stranger, but I didn't do the real thing.  I don't want to ever do that with anyone but you."

"I know, Donnie.  It was the best wedding present you could have given me, saying no to sex with a beautiful exotic woman."  She sat up.  "Now it's my turn to give you a present."

She pulled down his shorts and released his throbbing dick.  She opened the tubes ofpaint, and started to swirl them around on his chest.  He moaned and laid back.  She used her fingertips and tongue to move the paint around his skin.  She concentrated on his nipples for a long time and he pulled at her hair.  Pulling a feather out of one of her bags, she used the wisps on the end to dribble paint along his cock.  He yelled at the sensations.  The sounds he was making were driving her crazy; she could feel her pussy practically dripping.  She moved her head down down and took his rock hard dick into her mouth, slowly licking off the paint.