Page 17 of Karma

She’s an amazing kisser. Not demanding, not trying to dominate, yet her tongue and her lips are always there, exactly where needed, soft and warm and tasting of summer. But I need all of her tonight.

I slide my hands down the art on her arms, beautiful despite the terrible story it tells. Then I lift her tank top up, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of her back where much prettier pictures live. Birds on flowering branches basking in sunlight. Hearts and stars and lots of other very pretty things. Her ink tells a very conflicting story, soft and pretty on the spots covered by her clothes, terrible and deadly on the parts she shows the world. Not many get to see her soft side. I count myself lucky.

Especially after she breaks the kiss and backs away from me, only to begin stripping with the skill of a pro. Her shirt comes off first, followed by boots and skin-tight jeans. I sit in the chair to enjoy the show. The pictures on her skin come alive under the faint overhead light as she moves for me. Just a game of shadow and light, but I could watch it all night. I could watch it for a lot longer than that, if she’d let me. But I’m not going there either. All fun stops when things get serious. We’ve already proved that once tonight. No need to do it again.

There’s no music playing yet she’s moving to some perfect beat anyway, one that only the two of us can hear. I haven’t had a drink since this morning and yet I feel completely drunk by the time she takes off her bra and walks towards me, her full breasts bouncing to the beat too.

She straddles my lap, planting her wet, panty-covered pussy right over my throbbing erection. If she were anyone else, I’dhave her riding my cock by now. But I’m enjoying her hands caressing my arms, my hair and my back, and her lips brushing my cheek, jaw and neck way more.

“You smell so good,” she purrs as she nuzzles my neck.

“Not half as good as you,” I tell her. Even after the whole day outside and our long ride, her hair still smells like fresh strawberries. Or maybe that’s her skin.

I stand up with her in my arms, because I suddenly can’t wait to have all of her a minute longer. She wraps her legs tightly around my hips, like maybe she has the same idea.

Yet she comes unstuck as smoothly as water when I lay her on the bed. She’s gorgeous, even more beautiful than the lake on a starry summer night. She’s like a piece of forbidden fruit that I finally get to taste. She’s this inked warrior goddess finally showing me her soft side. She’s something I didn’t even know I needed, but I do.

I’m not much for stripping, but I still try to give her a little show as I take off my clothes. I wish I was wearing a lot more than a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and boxers with the way she leans back on her elbows and bites her bottom lips as she watches.

She tastes like fresh strawberries too, I realize as I kiss just about every inch of skin from her neck to her knees. The sweet way she moans when I work on her nipples is the best music I’ve heard in a good long while. I bet I could make her come just from teasing her nipples, but I’ll test that out some other time.

Her pussy’s already pleasantly wet as my lips reach it, and maybe I’m selfish because I only lick and kiss her clit, and don’t give her my fingers. I’m saving all her tightness for my cock tonight. A deeper scent is mixing with the strawberries now, one just as summery and warm, and just as much her as everything else.

She’s as ready as she’ll ever be, arching her back to get closer to my lips, moaning and writhing on the bed as I give her a littlemore of what she wants. Just because she’s so pretty when she’s close to coming.

She sighs disappointedly as my lips leave her pussy and I walk away to get a condom from my bag.

“Do we need that?” she asks in a near whisper as I open the packet.

Truth is, I’d love to just toss it aside and fuck her bare. But I dodged the bullet of getting some life-destroying disease so many times, I won’t knowingly risk it now. And besides…

“We don’t want babies, do you?”

She shakes her head, but her eyes are suddenly very sad. It’s the same kind of sadness that was there when she told me her story. I wish I knew what to say and do to never have to see that sadness again, but that’s a worry for another day.

I run my hands along her bent legs, needing another touch before spreading them wide. Her pussy opens for me like one of those flowers adorning her stomach. Only it’s even prettier. And her warmth as I slide my cock in is almost enough to take me under despite the rubber I’m wearing. That and her soft sigh as she accepts me.

But she feels too good for it to end so fast.

I slide my cock back out, then in again. Going slow, enjoying every inch of her velvety softness, every sigh, every moan, every movement of her lips. I go deeper each time, before sliding back out. Again and again, until only one continuous purring moan sounds on her lips and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.

But I do. Because she’s too perfect, too beautiful, too soft and too warm to go fast. She needs to be savored. Just like those fresh strawberries she smells like.

And that’s exactly what this is like. Like sitting lakeside in soft grass, eating wild strawberries and not having a single worry or bad memory in the world.

Only it’s even better than that.

My cock is harder than it’s ever been as I continue the slow in and out movement. She’s twisting her nipple with one hand, stroking her clit with the other, a serene half smile on her lips as she looks directly into my eyes. I never knew a person’s eyes could be this beautiful. They’re like the perfect summer sky, complete with those soft, fluffy clouds that can look like anything you want them to. The ones in hers look like hearts, and flowers and a whole forest full of trees. Birds too. And cars. And big tall buildings that aren’t scary at all.

“I’m gonna come soon,” she whispers. “Come with me, Scorpio.”

A few more strokes and I give her what she asked for, burying myself deep as her pussy squeezes around my cock, her whole body shivering like a fallen leaf on the surface of the lake. She came hard, but not as hard as me. And for a while all I really see is the blue sky in her eyes and all the gorgeous shapes it’s showing me.

I had a notion to pull out before I came, but honestly, I couldn’t if I’d tried.

And later, as she’s dozing off in my arms, the pictures on her skin illuminated by moonlight and her hair seeming to glow silver, I honestly don’t know how I’ll ever let her go. But that’s another problem for some other day. Because that day’s not coming anytime soon as far as I’m concerned.

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