Page 90 of Illicit Illustration

“Want me to take off my shirt now, too?” she cooed, playfully tugging on the hem and flashing me the bra that matched the panties clutched tightly in my fist.

“Later.” My voice was gruff, my body betraying me as my cock tried to negotiate a detour to my afternoon plans. “Lay back on the chair.”

“Want me to spread my legs?” she sassed, flashing me an enticing view of her bare pussy, but I had to be strong, because I wanted to see my ink on her skin more than I wanted to fuck her right now. As wrong as it felt to be turning her down, I had my reasons.

“Nope, I need you to lie on your back, hands on your stomach.”

She pouted, pretending to walk her fingers lower to touch herself, but eventually listened, heaving a deep sigh with her hands folded across the tank top covering her stomach. I sat down on my stool and rolled in close. Swiping an alcohol pad over the dip on the side of her hip, I expected her to ask a million questions, butshe just watched quietly while I shaved the downy hairs from her skin. Her eyes widened when I followed up by laying the stencil in place and carefully rubbing with firm strokes of my thumb to transfer the image onto her skin.

Curious eyes lit up as I peeled away the paper, revealing the abstract outline of the kitten I’d sketched on her tablet months ago while I plotted the first thing I wanted to ink on her skin.

“What about the calf wrap?” she asked, knowing I’d spent the last few months perfecting the illustration of the vined peonies for her next tattoo.

“I thought it might be a good idea to start small for the first one,” I murmured, getting my tools unwrapped and set out across my rolling cart. “This one won’t take very long, and if you decide you want to wait on the calf piece, you won’t have a partially finished tattoo on your leg in the meantime.”

She inhaled a shuddering breath as I loaded the ink onto the needle, hovering above her hip, while I gave her a moment to calm down.

“You ready?” I asked, wanting to lean in to kiss the tiny temporary mark on her skin, but also knowing I’d just have to delay things to sanitize again before I could get to work.

“Yup, go for it,” she squeaked, nodding.

“Deep breath, kitten. Then let it out slowly.”

She listened, taking a deep breath in before she released it through her nose, her eyes watching my hands as the needle brushed her skin for the first time.

There was something satisfying about knowing that she’d given me another one of her firsts, a grin tugging at my lips while I worked. Hazel had let out a surprised gasp at the first few strokes of the needle, but then she’d melted into the chair, watching me mark her with hooded eyes.

Which made resisting her that much harder, and by the time I smoothed the clear bandage over the quarter sized tattoo, I was glad I’d cleared the building for the afternoon.

“You want me here or my bed?” I asked, knowing exactly how turned on she’d gotten while I inked her. Timid Hazel would have been mortified to see the wet mark on the paper beneath her hips, but horny Hazel just grinned when I growled at the sight of it.

“Bed,” she gasped before I leaned in, kissing her lips while I blindly reached over to leave my gun on the cart and ripped the gloves covering my hands off so I could touch her. I should be responsible and clean up my equipment, but that could wait until later.

Right now, I needed to fuck her while I stared at the permanent mark I’d left on her skin. When she ripped my belt from the loops and her hand dove into my pants, gripping my hard cock, I knew she needed the same thing.

Carefully gathering her into my arms, I cradled her body against my chest and headed for the stairs, pausing every few steps to kiss her while she clawed at my hair.

My motions were intentionally gentle as I sat her on the bed, watching her pull her top over her head and discard her bra as I yanked off my clothes. While I shoved down my briefs, I calculated the positions we could use to keep from rubbing her ink, but I wanted to watch her face when she fell apart. Although she had come to appreciate the use of walls during sex.

Sitting down in the center of the bed, I carefully pulled her toward me, maneuvering her to straddle my legs with hers outstretched behind me. Pulling one leg up and over my shoulder, I grinned as she gasped and reached back to brace her palm against the mattress between my legs. "You're lucky I'm so flexible," she giggled.

Her inked hip was straight as it extended past me, but I stopped briefly to check that she was comfortable before I poised myself at her entrance and urged her to lift her hips. "And while I'd love to fold you up like a pretzel and fuck you into the mattress right now, I want to watch you use my cock to make yourself come knowing you've got a permanent reminder of me on your skin."

"Such a romantic," she sighed, reaching down to rub the head of my cock to her clit. She teased herself with my piercing before she fit my cock to her entrance easing it inside her glistening pussy. It throbbed as it disappeared inside her, my deep groan joining her gasping moan as her hips rocked against me.

“That feel good, kitten?” I asked, thrusting my hips to match her movements, holding her calf and dragging my lips across her scar as she rode me with her head thrown back.

“Ohh, fuck yes,” she moaned, chasing the high she knew I could give her, leaning back until I could feel my dick hitting the spot inside that would tip her over the edge the quickest. "You know I love your cock."

Hazel had been shy about riding me when we first started having sex, but she’d quickly gotten over her nerves, often preferring to watch me fall apart beneath her now that she knew exactly how to control the angle to use my piercing to her advantage.

She knew I was hopelessly addicted to watching her come. Especially when I was inside her. Although she enjoyed making me jealous by forcing me to watch her with a toy until I couldn’t take it anymore and flung it across the room before I replaced it with my cock and showed her who really owned her pussy.

“I love you,” I groaned into her skin as I felt the telltale flutters of her orgasm building, her fingernails digging into my shoulder as she ground down against me.

My eyes drifted to the tiny, inked kitten, my hand holding her waist steady to keep her from disturbing it too much with her frantic movements.

“Love you, too,” she moaned, her head tipped back, and a look of ecstasy painted across her delicate features as I pulled her onto my hips. “Oh, fuck, I’m close.”

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