Page 65 of Dirty Play

I look down, watching her stare at it in awe, and I’m almost nervous that she’s going to hate it. I got this tattoo the second day we were here. I was tired of trying to avoid washing it all off every time I showered. Benji, a friend and the only tattoo artist I’ve ever gone to, was luckily able to squeeze me in first thing in the morning, so I was able to do it while Kylie and Gwen went flower shopping for the party on Saturday.

It took some convincing once he knew I was recovering from surgery, but thankfully, I wasn’t taking pain meds anymore and told him I was healing well, so he agreed. It helped that I sent him a picture of my arm with the flowers Gwen had drawn and told him my idea. He put two and two together and realized that these tattoos were sentimental, and the large, tattooed man is one of the biggest saps I’ve ever met.

“After we got here. I snuck off while you and Ky were busy one morning,” I tell her with a shrug, never taking my eyes off her.

“But how… didn’t it come off? I did that the first night home from the hospital.”

The first night we were home Gwen and I spent the evening together because she refused to let me recover alone. There wasn’t much to do so we ended up lying on the couch and watching another Harry Potter movie. I fell asleep, which seems to be a theme for me lately, but when I woke up an hour later, she was snuggled up with a new movie on, and I had a brand new tattoo. Thin little flowers covered any blank spots on my sleeve, such a sharp contrast to the thick lines and bold colors I already have, but somehow they were so complimentary.

“I know. I just knew that I wanted to get it added permanently, so I made sure it didn’t fade,” I tell her.

She looks so cute like this, her dark hair has fallen in her face, her naked body still straddling me while she inspects my new tattoos.

“But why? You’ve told me that all your tattoos have meaning, every one of them, and now you do this?” she says, obviously confused.

But I don’t know why she’s confused, the answer is pretty obvious.

“Because it’s from you. That’s meaningful enough,” I tell her, not needing any more of an explanation. “Now, come here.”

But this time, she doesn’t. Her hands trace the flowers, barely touching me but still enough to set my body on fire. I hate that she’s making me fight to get her where I can kiss her and touch her, but she’s being a pain in the ass and making me spell out exactly what I want from her.

And what do I want right now?

I want her to sit on my face.

“Tink, look at me,” I grumble, my voice raspy. “Come up here and ride my face. Let me taste you while I make you come.”

Her eyes widen, shifting to look down at my mouth, as she licks her lips. Darting my tongue out, I slide it along my bottom lip, already thinking about her sweet taste. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before she’s moving, sliding up my body until she’s hovering over my mouth, her hands on the headboard.

I wait, expecting her to lower down, but she doesn’t. She’s hesitating.

“Sit, Tink. Smother me with this beautiful cunt,” I say, gripping her hips and waiting until she drops all the way down.

Her movements are tentative at first, hips rocking gently as I slide my tongue through her center, flattening it when I get to her clit.

“Fuck, Cade, right there,” she moans, her movements picking up, the pressure increasing as she starts to find her rhythm.

I can feel her wetness dripping down, coating my tongue as I swirl it around her clit. Her sweetness has me rock-hard and ready. Reaching down, I palm myself through my pants, willing the pressure down. I want her. I want her so badly it’s taking everything in me to not fuck her right here. My hands grip her, holding her in place as my nails dig into her thighs, anything I can do to stop myself from fucking her.

Pulling back for just a moment, I look up at her. Her eyes are wild, the dark green filled with the fire of her desire—she looks perfect.

“I wish you could see yourself like this, see how perfect you look. Your tits bouncing with every thrust, your eyes blazing. And this cunt, perfect and pink for me to taste and touch. This is my heaven.”

She tastes so fucking good, my cock filling as I lap at her wetness. My fingers move to find her clit. Coating them in her wetness, I rub firm circles as I slip two fingers from my other hand deep inside her. The mixed sensation has her screaming as her hands fall to my hair, pulling tightly as she starts to move her hips wildly.

“Yes, Cade. Don’t stop,” she whimpers, and I can tell from her movements she’s getting close. She’s almost frantic as she chases her release.

Sliding my fingers in and out, matching her pace, I flick my wrist, turning just enough that every time she rolls her hips, my fingers hit her g-spot.

In no time, she’s screaming, her whole body shaking as she rides my face until her orgasm consumes her, leaving her boneless. I hold her in place as her body collapses, melting into mine as the last remnants of her orgasm flutter through her body. I continue licking her, lapping up every last drop of her cum until it’s all mine. Her body is sensitive, every kiss and lick almost too much for her to handle.

When she lets me fuck her again, we’re going to work on that. I’m going to show her just how many orgasms I can give her in one night. I’m going to have her begging me to stop like a good girl. She’ll make sure to give me that ‘one more.’

Pulling back, I lift her off me and bring her down to lie on top of me. Her eyes flutter closed, a soft smile on her face.

“That was amazing,” she murmurs in her sleepy voice, and I love knowing it was me who made her like this. It was my mouth that brought her this pleasure and I’ll do it over and over again until she realizes just how much she means to me.

Even though I can’t say the words yet, I can show her.

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