Heather Rainier (20 page)

Mindful that she would still be tender, he spread her outer pussy lips and applied his tongue in gentle strokes to her succulent flesh. Though she slept on, her body reacted, and she rolled her hips, pressing her pussy closer, wanting more. He tilted his head, smiling with satisfaction as he gave her another leisurely lick, enjoying the feel of her cunt against his mouth, like the flesh of a perfectly ripe peach.

She restlessly lifted a thigh, and he took advantage of the movement to wrap his hand around her leg, caressing her ass cheek, before sliding it around to stroke up the length of her inner thigh to her knee. She trembled beneath him and lifted her other knee, unconsciously opening herself to him. Her trust went to the bone, which humbled him.

Taking his sweet time, he licked until her cunt was swollen and dripping with her sweet juices. He could feel the tension building in her core as her rapid breathing intensified in pitch. With a single goal in mind, he gently sucked at her clit, rubbing it with persistent, slow strokes until her body broke into shudders, her eyelids flew open, and a hitching cry left her lips.

“Seth!”

He brushed his palms over her thighs and up to her abdomen as she made eye contact with him, her hips still undulating with her orgasm as he savored her rich scent and taste. He released her thigh and kissed a damp trail up her torso, detouring to lick and kiss the underside of her full breasts, enjoying her lush flesh as she stroked his shoulder blades and wound her fingers into his hair.

In a voice bleary with sleep, she whispered, “How did you do that?”

Chuckling against the fragrant column of her throat, he replied, “With great enjoyment.”

She wound her legs around his waist, opening to him as he lifted his head to smile at her. He watched her expression as he nudged her slick opening, looking for any trace of discomfort. Her moan was a mix of anticipation and pleasure as he slid the first few inches, coating his cock in her juices, before pulling out and sliding home. He broke a sweat at the hot engulfing sensation of her welcoming body and shifted higher to bury himself within her as deeply as he could. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled her hips against his, greedily taking what he gave her.

Bracing himself on one elbow, he slid his hand down to grasp her ass cheek and withdrew almost completely and slid home in one thrust. “You okay?”

She tilted her head back, the most beatific expression crossing her face. “Yes, Seth, yes. More.”

Pushing up, he braced himself as he withdrew and watched as his throbbing dick slid between her lips again. The moonlight cast their flesh in a silvery light, and the artist in him captured the moment in memory, wondering what she’d think if she knew he planned to draw it from memory later. Recalling that she wrote erotica as a pastime, he had a feeling she’d be delighted. Withdrawing again, he slid home more firmly, and a growl tore from his throat at the way her sweet body accepted every inch of him as she moaned and writhed beneath him, emblazoning a second image in his memory to draw later. He groaned as her pussy tightened around his cock, tugging at him until the need to come became so great he had to fight it to give her a chance to go over with him.

He slid his fingertips against her lips and stroked her clit as he gathered some of her slick juices. Her walls quivered, and her fingertips tightened on his shoulders until his skin tingled with the contact. He lowered his chest to her breasts as he wrapped his hand around her ass cheek, reaching for the cleft of her ass.

She stiffened as he stroked her tight rear opening with his damp fingers, spreading her natural lubrication over that untried entrance.

“I want this too, sweet Jayne.”

Her movements became erratic and her moans more needy as she reacted to the stimulation. Knowing the moment was perfect, he breached her anus with one fingertip, thrusting past her sphincter in tiny repeated strokes. An ecstatic cry erupted from her as she stiffened and her pussy contracted and fluttered all around him.

The sensation was too much and just enough as he lost control, thrusting his cock over and over until his mind went blank and a sheet of lightning seared his eyelids as his balls contracted and his cum jetted in hot, satisfying streams inside her. He growled deeply, his face pressed to her shoulder as he continued thrusting until she’d milked every drop from him.

They clung tightly to each other as they caught their breath, until he worried that he was too heavy on her. He pulled his cock from her warm embrace and drew her to him, pressing his face between her breasts to kiss her and listen to the wild beating of her heart. He shuddered when she lightly raked her fingernails along his spine from his tailbone to between his shoulder blades.

She giggled and did it again, then said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m thirsty, how about you?”

“Parched.”

“Be right back.”

He returned with a glass of water and handed it to her as he sat on the edge of the bed facing her. He took it from her when she’d had her fill and drained it before placing it on the night table. She gasped softly as he turned, and he flinched when she touched his shoulder, beside the joint.

Reaching back to run his fingertips along the sensitive area, he could feel several crusted welts.

“I must’ve gouged you…earlier. I didn’t realize I’d scratched you.”

A masculine, prideful feeling warmed his chest, and he smiled at her in the dim light. He didn’t care if the wounds took days to heal, proud to wear the marks of her passion. “I didn’t notice at the time and I don’t mind, considering that I extracted a pound of flesh from you as well. How do you feel? Sore?”

“A little, but not unexpected.”

Glancing at the clock, he said, “It’s two o’clock. You need to sleep. Do you have plans tomorrow?”

“Since Mom won’t be here, no. I’m free all day. Normally I’d do chores on Saturday, but Mom has everything all caught up for me.”

He grinned as he recalled their phone conversation from earlier that afternoon. He didn’t have any clients scheduled that day, which was an unusual occurrence.

“Good. Since I didn’t work on your tattoo last week, would you like to have a session today? It’ll be just the two of us in the shop. I’ll keep the front door locked since I don’t have any other appointments. If I promise to behave, will you let me tattoo you while you’re completely naked?”

That was one of his more recent fantasies, to have her nude and completely at his mercy while he created art on her beautiful body.

“You’d promise to behave?” She giggled as he pulled her curvy warmth to his side and covered them with the blanket. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Jayne listened to the solemn opening tones of the song playing on Seth’s CD player in his workroom. The melodious voice of the cello, over the deeper notes of another cello, acted as the vocal part of the song, forming a bridge as the deeper chords came to the forefront again.

“What’s the name of this song?” She knew it was Apocalyptica but wanted to know the title so she could download it later for use while she wrote. If it turned her on while she got a tattoo, chances were it would be great for writing erotica too.

Seth wiped at her skin with the soft cloth before continuing on with the tattoo. He was working on the shading in and around the roses. He glanced up at her before his eyes stroked across her body in an almost palpable caress.

“It’s called ‘Farewell.’ Did you decide what color you want me to use on the roses?”

She shook her head. “No. To be honest, I really like them the way they are. The shading is so soft and…they look beautiful as is. I also…”

“What?” he asked, his eyes never leaving his work but his voice communicating his interest.

Jayne licked her lip. “I like the contrast between our tattoos. Both are monochromatic, but that’s where the similarity ends. In the mirror, earlier this morning, with you…behind me, with your darker tattoos against mine.” She let out a shaky sigh. He’d snuck up behind her in the bathroom and laid the sketches he’d drawn at some point during the night on the bathroom counter while she’d been brushing her hair. She’d been so overwhelmed by his gift, and her need for him, that they hadn’t even made it back to the bed.

He glanced up at her briefly, but she saw the hunger in his eyes. “I liked it too.”

He’d taken her from behind for the first time against the bathroom vanity. She found the contrast between his dark, masculine ink and her more delicate designs very appealing. She’d felt like she belonged to him. He hadn’t made any permanent commitments to her, and she didn’t want him to feel like she was expecting that, so she said nothing more.

Then at the tattoo studio, she’d taken him up on his dare and stripped nude for the tattoo. She felt particularly wanton, both from his gaze and the touch of his hands, but also the sensual chords of the music playing. She let her imagination run free. Back and forth, the vocal melody of the higher notes interchanged with the deeper, more masculine notes of the other cello, as though the two were having a conversation, or negotiating.

She turned the volume up a notch higher and let out a slow breath. A wave of gooseflesh rippled over her abdomen, and she breathed through the intense throb as he continued his work. Submitting to this tattoo was one of the most painful things she’d ever done, but she found it bearable after the first minute or two, and if pressed to admit it, one of the hottest things she’d ever done. She was at his mercy, trusting him, and that turned her on too.

The song built in intensity, and she was once again struck by the idea that it was almost conversational with both male and female “voices” speaking through the instruments. She smiled to herself as she let her imagination run wild. Thoughts of the night before entered her mind, and her cunt pulsed with warmth as she remembered the care with which he’d loved her and the intense heat of their passion.

Seth moved to a new location beneath her belly button, and his touch shot a rivulet of tension through her core. Dampness collected in her throbbing entrance, and a needy sigh escaped her lips.

After glancing at her for a split second, Seth asked, “What are you thinking of, sweet Jayne?” His husky voice set off more tremors.

She felt sexy as she smiled and bit her lip. He carefully laid the tattoo machine aside on his table and brushed at her abdomen with the soft cloth. Finally free to move, she lifted her knee and braced her foot on the table as she parted her thighs just slightly, teasing him with a glimpse of her pussy. Seth’s gaze shifted and a groan rumbled in his chest when she felt the wet folds of her inner pussy lips part. They were swollen, and she wanted very much to feel him there again. The fact that she wanted it on his padded table, in the middle of his workspace, made her even hotter, though she was very glad the front door was locked and no one could get in.

He pulled the gloves he wore from his hands and pitched them in the garbage as he murmured, “You make me want to break all kinds of rules for sanitary work conditions, Jayne.”

“I promise I’ll never tell,” she whispered, her voice trailing off to a whimper as he spread her thighs and leaned forward to slide his tongue through her slit.

“Put your hands above your head and don’t move them or touch the areas I’ve worked on.”

She complied eagerly and whimpered when he held her thighs in a firm grasp, tugged her to him on the table, and greedily buried his mouth in her pussy. His hot breath sent tremors of tension racing through her cunt, stoking the furnace deep inside. With gentle fingers, he held her lips open and slowed his ravenous assault as the song changed to another that she remembered from the first tattoo session.

Seth grinned at her, his lips wet with her juices as he timed his oral torture to the beat of “Cohkka,” another of Apocalyptica’s songs. So slow and methodical, the syncopated rhythm of the song settled into the beat throbbing through her body, and she hissed when she felt him lightly drag his teeth across her clit. Her cunt clenched with spasms and she cried out in rapture when he teased her opening with two fingers and slid them inside her. Her belly tightened, and she arched on the table when he stroked a hidden, ultrasensitive place inside her. Another cry escaped her as he repeated the strumming motion until she felt as though her nether regions were on fire. Warmth from his breath on her skin sent shivers all over her skin.

“More. Again, Seth. Please!”

“Like this?” He stroked her sweet spot again, and she cried out, thinking that was an apt name for it. She loved it, but it wasn’t enough. She knew this was ill-timed and that he was probably breaking a gazillion hygiene rules, but she was ready to beg.

“More!”

“Hold still,” he growled as he stood and released the fly on his jeans.

Careful to not touch the area he’d tattooed, he grasped her spread thighs and thrust. His thick, hot length parted her tender lips and drilled inside her with a force and virility that took her breath away. She relaxed and took all of him to the root on the next thrust. Seth’s eyelids closed and an ecstatic moan vibrated in his throat as he tilted his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation.

She realized she could see the reflection of their joined bodies in the mirror he’d placed near the table so she could watch as he worked. She watched in fascination as he pulled his stiff, ruddy cock from her cunt and plunged back in. He was so big, she couldn’t believe that he fit inside of her. His shaft was covered in her translucent cream as he pulled from her again. Her arousal dripped from her cunt, and she tightened in anticipation of his next full thrust. He groaned as he gave it to her, and she shifted her gaze to watch his face. His cheeks were flushed, and his jaw was tense as though he gritted his teeth. His sensual lips, pressed together, were framed by his neatly trimmed goatee and moustache. His thick, sooty lashes lifted as he looked at her through shuttered eyelashes, and the heat in his eyes seared her, bringing a flush to her skin.