Page 34 of Whimsical Ink

I lean forward slowly, eyes locked on his, and run my tongue over his nipple. My lips wrap around it and suck it into my mouth while my tongue runs circles around it.

His hands tighten, and he breaks eye contact when he throws his head back with a moan.

I release his nipple with a pop. “Can you come from nipple play?”

“Not often,” he pants.

My eyes widen. “We are definitely doing that.”

“Not today.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to be inside you this time.” He runs his hands up my sides, thumbs nudging the bottom of my breasts.

I suck in a breath and nod. As much as I want to see what I can do with his nipples, the idea of having him inside me is more appealing. Today at least. Tomorrow he won’t get away so easily.

His hands slide up and he cups my breasts.

I shudder.

Thumbs brush the floral tattoos that follow the curve of my breasts.

He mirrors what I did, but I lock my lips to his and suck his bottom lip, nip it with my teeth and delve into his mouth.He tugs my nipples, and heat coils in my stomach and I pulse between my legs.

My hips roll unconsciously, following the feeling of heat and the release I know I’ll get if he keeps up what he’s doing.

I pull away from his lips and kiss down his throat, swirling my tongue on his skin and sucking lightly where his shoulder meets his neck. His stomach tenses and he groans. Hands fall from my breasts and clutch my waist when I bite his nipple carefully.

When his head falls back again and the sound of his breathing gets louder, I stop my torture and unzip his pants. My hand cups him, and his head flies up to look at me.

“What are you doing?”

I stroke him and watch his eyes grow heavy. His green eyes are dazed and dark, and I can’t wait to see him naked and hovering above me. To feel his flushed body on mine. “Well, I was gonna give you a blow job.”

He takes my hands away from his cock and holds them between us. “Nope. Absolutely not.”

I laugh. “What, you don’t want one?”

“Not today.”

“What do you want today?” I ask, amused.

“To go to the bedroom.” He stands and I shriek when I start to fall, but he catches me under the ass and hauls me over his shoulder. My hands scramble to find something to clutch onto. Good thing his ass is right there, and it’s a decent handful.

“Daniel!”

“I keep getting distracted by your hands. If you keep doing things to me, I won’t fulfil my wish and I’ll eat you out instead.” He slaps my ass and strides towards my bedroom.

“It’s like you think I don’t want that.” I slip my hands under his pants, into his boxers, and cup his ass without anything in the way. I squeeze him and make an appreciative noise. “Howdo you have a bum like this when you sit on it all day at the office?”

“Genetics.”

I laugh and push the rest of his clothes off until they tangle around his ankles and he has to stop walking. My eyes trace bare skin, and I lick him and graze my teeth over him. He tenses and I smirk when he holds still, waiting to see what I do next.

One hand massages an ass cheek and the other dips a finger between them and traces down to press against his hole. I pulse my finger on it and bite the top of his ass.

“Motherfucker,” Daniel gasps, and his arms clamp over my legs. He sets me on my feet, cups my cheeks and pulls me into a wet kiss, pushing me against the wall and stroking his tongue on mine, his hands running all over my body.

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