my arm. Then follows it from my wrist, up and under the short sleeve of my t-shirt onto my left shoulder searching for its end. He doesn’t find it and he lifts an eyebrow. He looks back at me with glowing eyes.
“ Some tattoos?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s a few more than some!”
I sigh.
“Are there more?”
“I’ll save you some time,” I sneer, pushing him off me. I feel angry at being judged, I am what I am out of choice. I’m not used to having to justify it to anyone. But if he’s going to leave because of it, I want him to have the full picture. I love my tattoos and as I get to my feet I am ready to defend them. He sits back, resting on his hands and crosses his legs, waiting. He looks amused. I’m not laughing.
I slip my other arm out of my hoody, revealing that I’ve fewer tattoos this side, just one on the inside of my forearm, elbow to wrist. But then I lift the hem of my t-shirt up over my head and hear him take a sharp breath. The right side of my ribs is covered, wrapping round to my back. I drop my t-shirt and move to unbutton my jeans. Slowly peeling them off, I reveal my right leg inked across the thigh, ankle and foot. Then, yanking off my remaining shoe, I remove my jeans and wave my left foot, showing the only work I have had done on that leg. I hold my palms up in a mock ‘ta-da!’ gesture. Then I turn and show him that they go all the way round. That’s right take a look…this is me in all my colours!
I bend to pick up my t-shirt as I turn back to him, suddenly anxious to put an end to the freak show. But he’s on his feet, grabbing the t-shirt away and pulling my body against his. He kisses my neck and down onto my shoulder. I move to pull away.
“Hey! What’s wrong?”
I turn my face away from him, unsure of what to say. Using his finger, he pulls my face back and raises an eyebrow, a huge smile spreading across his face. “I didn’t say I didn’t like them.” He sits back on the bed and pulls me to straddle him. “You are beautiful…” he breathes against my ear “…and these…” he says tracing over a butterfly on my collar bone, “…are sexy!”
Oh… This is such mind fuck! I can’t keep up. I smile a half smile, still feeling uncertain; my confidence took an unusual knock when I felt judged. It never happens and I feel unable to recover. But my dark cloud begins to disperse as he bites and sucks my earlobe.
“Mmm…”
He reaches around to unhook my bra. Tossing it away, he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, swirling his tongue around and tugging with his teeth.
I moan. Then he moves to the other side. My body responds even though my brain is still catching up, I pull his face up to mine and kiss him deeply. He twists and I find myself under him. He trails light kisses across my chest, over my tattoos, following them down, past my breasts and round my side, turning me to follow them as they disappear onto my back. He kisses and licks to where the trail ends at the base of my spine.
“So sexy,” he breathes and I inhale sharply as I feel his warm breath against my skin. He turns me over, smiling briefly before moving lower out of view. I close my eyes as I feel him sliding my knickers down my legs.
He kneels between my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I gasp as I feel his tongue at my knee; he slides it slowly up my leg and pauses. Despite sharing almost all of our first experiences, he’s never done this to me. What is he waiting for? I feel his hot breath at the apex of my thighs and then suddenly his tongue is there, licking and circling, hard then soft, fast then slow, teasing. I groan and arch my back off the bed. Lifting my hips up to meet him.
Slowly, he slides a finger inside me, twisting it so that the pad of his finger is stroking my G-spot. He begins a steady rhythm with his tongue on my clit and moves his finger expertly. The feeling is so intense and he just keeps going. He knows his stuff. I must return the
“ Some tattoos?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s a few more than some!”
I sigh.
“Are there more?”
“I’ll save you some time,” I sneer, pushing him off me. I feel angry at being judged, I am what I am out of choice. I’m not used to having to justify it to anyone. But if he’s going to leave because of it, I want him to have the full picture. I love my tattoos and as I get to my feet I am ready to defend them. He sits back, resting on his hands and crosses his legs, waiting. He looks amused. I’m not laughing.
I slip my other arm out of my hoody, revealing that I’ve fewer tattoos this side, just one on the inside of my forearm, elbow to wrist. But then I lift the hem of my t-shirt up over my head and hear him take a sharp breath. The right side of my ribs is covered, wrapping round to my back. I drop my t-shirt and move to unbutton my jeans. Slowly peeling them off, I reveal my right leg inked across the thigh, ankle and foot. Then, yanking off my remaining shoe, I remove my jeans and wave my left foot, showing the only work I have had done on that leg. I hold my palms up in a mock ‘ta-da!’ gesture. Then I turn and show him that they go all the way round. That’s right take a look…this is me in all my colours!
I bend to pick up my t-shirt as I turn back to him, suddenly anxious to put an end to the freak show. But he’s on his feet, grabbing the t-shirt away and pulling my body against his. He kisses my neck and down onto my shoulder. I move to pull away.
“Hey! What’s wrong?”
I turn my face away from him, unsure of what to say. Using his finger, he pulls my face back and raises an eyebrow, a huge smile spreading across his face. “I didn’t say I didn’t like them.” He sits back on the bed and pulls me to straddle him. “You are beautiful…” he breathes against my ear “…and these…” he says tracing over a butterfly on my collar bone, “…are sexy!”
Oh… This is such mind fuck! I can’t keep up. I smile a half smile, still feeling uncertain; my confidence took an unusual knock when I felt judged. It never happens and I feel unable to recover. But my dark cloud begins to disperse as he bites and sucks my earlobe.
“Mmm…”
He reaches around to unhook my bra. Tossing it away, he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, swirling his tongue around and tugging with his teeth.
I moan. Then he moves to the other side. My body responds even though my brain is still catching up, I pull his face up to mine and kiss him deeply. He twists and I find myself under him. He trails light kisses across my chest, over my tattoos, following them down, past my breasts and round my side, turning me to follow them as they disappear onto my back. He kisses and licks to where the trail ends at the base of my spine.
“So sexy,” he breathes and I inhale sharply as I feel his warm breath against my skin. He turns me over, smiling briefly before moving lower out of view. I close my eyes as I feel him sliding my knickers down my legs.
He kneels between my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I gasp as I feel his tongue at my knee; he slides it slowly up my leg and pauses. Despite sharing almost all of our first experiences, he’s never done this to me. What is he waiting for? I feel his hot breath at the apex of my thighs and then suddenly his tongue is there, licking and circling, hard then soft, fast then slow, teasing. I groan and arch my back off the bed. Lifting my hips up to meet him.
Slowly, he slides a finger inside me, twisting it so that the pad of his finger is stroking my G-spot. He begins a steady rhythm with his tongue on my clit and moves his finger expertly. The feeling is so intense and he just keeps going. He knows his stuff. I must return the
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