Page 10 of Ink

“Yes,” she breathed. He helped her out of his truck and led the way into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom, stopping in the hallway. He walked into her room, and she wondered what he was doing.

“You promised that I could move into your room,” she reminded.

“Right,” he said, walking out of her room with an armful of her blankets and body pillow. “I noticed that you don’t sleep without this thing,” he said, nodding to the pillow, “and I want you to be comfortable.”

“Oh, that is very thoughtful of you,” she said.

“Why do you always seem surprised that I’m thoughtful?” he asked. “I can be nice.”

She giggled, “You are always very nice to me, Ink. I’m just not used to any man being that kind to me. You’re the first man to ever consider my feelings and well, I appreciate that.”

“I will aways consider your feelings in everything that I do, honey,” Ink promised. Hearing him make such pretty promises did strange things to her heart. She had been hurt so badly by Zeb, she never thought that she’d ever trust another man again. But with Ink, she found herself wanting to put her trust in him more and more with each passing day.

He walked into his room and dropped her things on the chair that sat in the corner of his room. Ink wasted no time pulling her over with him to his bed, kissing her as they went. By the time he helped her back onto the bed, she was breathless and needy. Inktugged off his shirt and she nearly swallowed her tongue. She knew that he had tattoos but never imagined that they would cover most of his torso and back. He looked down at his body and back to her.

“Do you mind the tattoos?” he asked. She didn’t mind them at all.

“To quote you,” she said, “I think that you’re sexy as fuck.” He covered her with his body, careful not to put any pressure on her belly.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“It’s more than okay,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Um, I’ve heard that the best position for pregnant women is on our side or from behind.” She could feel her face heat and she was positive that she was blushing.

“I’m game for whatever you need, honey, but first, I want to see you and taste you.” She moaned and he chuckled. “I take it you like that idea,” he said.

“Very much,” she agreed. He stripped her bare as he worked his way down her body, kissing every inch of her as he went. And when he got to her leggings, he tugged them down her body, standing at the edge of the bed as he did so. Ink knelt down onto the floor, and it was hard for her to see him over her belly.

“What are you doing down there?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” he said, pulling her down to the edge of the bed. Charlie felt his hot breath on her pussy and held her own breath as she waited for him to do what he promised to do—taste her.

His tongue slid through her wet folds, and she nearly bucked off the bed. It had been so long since she had sex, that she felt as though she might explode at any minute. He worked his tongue in and out of her body, working his way up to her clit and when he thrust two fingers inside of her core, she couldn’t help but cry out.

“Hold still, honey,” he ordered as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, giving her sensitive nub special attention with his skilled tongue. Zeb had never done what Ink was doing to her. He said that he didn’t like doing it, so she never asked him to. But God, she could see what all the fuss was about. It felt like heaven, and she never wanted Ink to stop. When she found her release, writhing uncontrollably, she cried out is name, knowing that Ink had just ruined her for all other men. That worked for her though because Charlie didn’t plan on having to ever be with another man again.

“Mine,” Ink whispered, kissing her inner thigh. She wasn’t about to argue with him because if Ink was game, she wanted to be his forever.

Ink

Ink stood from between Charlie’s legs and quickly stripped out of his jeans. God, she was beautiful and now, she was his. He wasn’t planning on ever letting her go. “No one has ever done that to me,” she whispered. He stopped midway through removing his pants and stared down at her.

“Your ex never went down on you?” he asked.

“Do you really want to hear about my and Zeb’s sex life?” she asked.

“Um, no,” he said. “Good point. Was it okay?” he asked, suddenly feeling very unsure of himself. If he had known that he was the first to give her oral, he would have taken more time with her.

“It was perfect,” she admitted. Ink let his pants drop to the floor, the belt making a thud noise as they did.

“Come here,” he ordered. He held his hands out to her to help her up from the bed and when she wrapped her arms around him, he couldn’t help his moan. Feeling her naked body up against his felt right and for a split second, he had forgotten what he planned to do with her.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked. “I’ll let you decide the first time.”

“First time?” she squeaked. “Are you planning more than one time tonight?”

“If you’re up to it,” he admitted. “I don’t want to push you though, honey. You let me know what your limits are.”

She nodded and whispered, “Sideways. I want to see you when you come.” Dear Lord, this woman was going to be the end of him with the way she talked to him during sex. She didn’t seem shy about what she wanted and asking for it seemed easy for her. He liked to be in charge during sex, but for some reason, having Charlie tell him exactly what she needed him to do was sexy as fuck.

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