BRA - M-rated

As much as she loves just being home with her husband, having a quiet night in, drinking a glass of wine and making love to him until the wee hours of the night, quarantine does put a damper on their so-called "date nights".

The ones where he picked a new restaurant for them to try every single time, how she got to play dress up and feel on top of the world showing off the man on her arm.

So when she finds a subscription online, promising a special kit delivered to her doorstep every two weeks for this exact purpose, she applies right away. So far, they've had a wine-tasting kit, a massage kit and this time it's a body paint kit.

It's not something she ever imagined doing with him, but when she brought up the subscription, they agreed to at least give all of them a try.

This one comes with six tubes of food paint in various colours, the same amount of brushes and disposable containers, a white bra top that looks so small she forgoes trying it on and two tiny white thongs, one for her and one for him. The latter truly is a sight to behold, making her bite down on her bottom lip as he steps out of the en-suite and into their guest bedroom.

"Like what you see?"

"Always," she answers, smiling at him. She brings her hands to his chest and gives him a quick kiss. "Ready to make some art?"

"Pretty sure the masterpiece is already standing here in front of me," he comments, and it results in a playful push against his arms, as he pulls her closer. "But yes."

She steps back then, picking up one of the brushes, and she dips it into some of the red paint, holding her hand up under the paint as she brings it over to his chest.

He flinches slightly at the cold substance being smeared on his chest, around and over his nipple. He swallows thickly, looks down and watches the heart shape form on his chest.

When he peers back up he finds her studying her next move, her bottom lip tucked up between her teeth and he decides there and then that there could be a far more interesting way of painting one another's bodies. Without warning, he takes the brush from her hand and smears it over his lips.

"What are you -" She starts, but her sentence ends in a soft moan as he kisses her neck, once, twice, marking her body with red lip stains until he reaches her chest too, capturing her breast in his hand, he runs his thumb over her nipple and then takes it in his mouth.

"Ooh," she moans again as he bites down gently on the bud, letting it go with a soft tug.

He steps back then, admiring the work he has created so far. Instead of explaining his actions he walks to the table where the containers with all the different colours are located. Dipping the brush into the red paint once more, he applies some more to his lips. Then takes the yellow paint to cover his left hand and makes his red one orange.

Donna draws in a breath, watching her husband in anticipation as he walks back to her with his signature smirk on full display; she eyes the different colours on his hands and wonders where each colour will end up on her own.

Harvey brings his right hand to her neck, thumb moving over her cheek as he leans down to press his lips against hers. His left hand now slides from her waist down to her butt, squeezing it until she moans, and he kisses his way up to her ear. "Thought this was a more interesting way.."

She only hums, tilting her head back. She lets him continue marking her body. She feels his hands wonder, his lips following and she closes her eyes and just lets herself feel. Feel how her body responds to his touch, the cold paint on her delicate skin, the goosebumps forming on her arms as she waits for his next touch and the warmth settling in the pit of her stomach, creating an ache that can only be clenched by him. She feels his palm on her breast again, rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she moans his name.

"Beautiful," his voice comes next to her ear, and Harvey softly bites down on her lobe.

She feels him stepping closer, his chest brushing against the side of her arm, and her fingers twitch automatically. In search of him, she can feel by the soft hair on his skin that she brushes his thigh, and then as his hand slides down her stomach, he shifts. His arousal stroking along the back of her hand as his own moves down to the thong she's wearing, now no longer white.

His touch is slow, featherlight, and still, she feels her desire starting to pool between her legs. It's not like he asked her to stay put, or told her not to move, but standing there, with her eyes closed, vulnerable and bare to his touch, adds another level of intimacy to the act.

She hears his every breath and her own, his footsteps as he moves, and then the squirt of paint. She feels his lips against her spine again, leaving kisses over her left shoulder as his hands slowly return to her hips and then she feels the cold paint on her ass as he pushes his groin against her butt.

"Harvey."

He grins, pulls back slowly and then presses his erection against her again, keeping her pressed up against his frame as he slowly thrusts against her, his right hand sliding back down her stomach to her centre.

She whimpers when his fingers smear the paint over her again, pressing the damp fabric into her as he brings his other hand up to her breast, kneading her flesh and teasing her nipple once more. "Ooh."

"You're so wet for me already," he whispers, stroking his fingers between her legs, feeling how soaked they are and not just because of the paint. He keeps doing this for minutes on end, flicking her hard nipples, rubbing his erection against her as he presses his thumb down against her covered clit, until she comes undone in his embrace.

When she stares into the mirror afterwards, ready to join him for a much-needed shower, she takes in all the colours spread across her body. The marks are not permanent, not even temporarily like his kisses can be, or the bruises she sometimes finds on her hips after they were a little rougher than usual, and yet it might be even more special than that. For every single stroke of his hand, thrust of his hips or path his lips have taken is visible on her body - telling a story of their love.

She asks him to take a quick picture with his phone, and when he eyes her curiously, she tells him this is art.

Their love is art.