Page 7 of Tattooed By Her Silver Fox

“Everywhere,” she breathes before she lifts her head and reaches for me.

I jerk back from her hand. I’m so loaded by the way I watched her come, one touch would send me over the edge. “Let me take the pain away,” I whisper and crawl up her until I’m buried in her neck and kissing the delicate flesh below her ear. I’m so hot for teacher, I could explode all over her without even pulling free of my pants.

I’m tempted. But satisfying my need won’t give Vi the relief she’s begging from me, so I sit up and pull my strained erection free from my jeans. It pops like a spring, and her eyes widen before her gaze narrows in on my throbbing cock.

She’s ready for me, I feel it when I dip my head into her opening, and I slide the first few inches without much friction. Then she clenches around my girth, and it’s heaven. Her velvety walls constrict, squeezing hard while she pushes her body against mine, taking more of me than I’d intended to begin with.

I’m a big man, and not in the conceded kind of way. Being my size has its challenges, and for less experienced girls like Vi, it can cause pain, but she takes me slow and deep until there’s no more room. Then she stills around me and begins to move side to side until she’s stretched out and accommodating all of me to the hilt.

I’ve never been seated fully inside a woman before. I’ve never even attempted it after my first, Robby’s mother screamed in pain in our cheap post-prom hotel room. Hell, maybe the reason I’ve had so much trouble with women is knowing, in the end, giving them what they want will drive them away.

But, Vi...she’s looking up at me like she could take even more. She’s bucking into me, taking everything I have and enjoying it for all she’s got. I move with her, lowering myself to suck her nipples as we move. My hands are on her hips, and I hold her to me while I work my tongue back and forth, flicking her pink flesh and watching her eyes flutter from the sensation.

“Fox,” she whispers my name, and it’s almost enough to send me over. I hold back until she’s tight around me, and the first of the spasms break over her body. She arches into me and calls my name louder until I’m so primed I can’t stop myself from spilling into her.

I’m ruined as the last waves of her release constrict around my cock, and I pull out. I’ve never had anyone as open and willing as the woman underneath me, watching me with a sheen of sweat that makes her glow like the fucking goddess she is.

I’m not going to be able to breathe without her in my life. I’m making her mine. Right now. I need my name tattooed on her so others will know. I need that layer of protection before she walks out of this shop.

“Did I make it stop,” I ask with my mouth coaxing tiny whimpers from her throat. “Tell me you’re all better, or I’ll have to flip you over and do it all again from the back.”

Her eyes widen, but she smiles and reaches up to my neck. Vi’s fingers lace around my shoulders, and I want nothing more than to bury myself in her again. Right fucking now.

“For now, yes,” she says, and I grin. I can’t help it. She makes me feel like I could float up to the damn rafters and never fall to the ground again. “But only for now,” she adds, and since I’m still seated deep in her, I give one more hard thrust to remind her who can take away her pain, before I pull free.

It’s me, Sweetness. I’m the only guy you’ll ever need.

4

Vi

It’s late when I finally make it home.

Fox is not like any guy I’ve known. To be entirely honest with myself, he’s nothing like the one guy I dated long term. My only relationship that lasted more than a year seemed to be running smoothly until I mentioned marriage. Apparently, I’m the snuggling girlfriend you order in food with and binge-watch TV, but I’m not the girl you want on your arm at your work parties, or family gatherings, on in a white dress beside you on the biggest day of your life.

My last boyfriend found that girl and married her six months after he told me we were too good of friends to be anything else.

My body is sore, the good kind of post incredible workout kind of sore, and I can barely walk to the bathroom to draw a hot bath. The water is wonderful after I add a few bubbles and soak.

I have my eyes closed, and I’m picturing Fox hovering over me, his body thrusting into me, and his gray eyes set on mine. He’s a beast of a man until he drops the guard, and then he becomes something I can’t name outright. But I know it’s insatiable, and I know I want more of it.

I slip my fingers down my thigh as I replay our afternoon together, and before I know what I’m doing, my finger presses between my folds and I moan his name into the empty air. The ache for him is back and stronger than before. No matter how I move, I can’t reach the spot that needs his touch. I need the scruff of his face on my inner thigh and the rough girth of his fingers to satisfy the ache consuming my body.

My phone chirps from the counter, and I jump, sloshing bubbles and water out onto the floor. My eyes fly open, and I’m aware for a few minutes there, I’d gone someplace else.

It’s one of my teacher friends texting to see if I’m home for a drop by. I take the phone and sink back into the tub.

“I was just getting ready for bed,” I answer after dialing her number. I don’t even know what time it is. It could be midnight the way I’m feeling.

“I bet you are,” Claire giggles into the phone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I had car duty this afternoon, meaning I was outside when that solid hunk of man had you cornered by the doors.”

I drop my hand to my forehead. One thing teachers are great for, other than teaching, is spreading school gossip. And our district has a strict no dating parents policy. “He had a concern about his kid.”

Claire giggles again then coughs like she’s attempting to sound serious. “Yeah, that might have been his story, but his body wasn’t singing the same tune. Vi, that guy was seriously into you. Who cares if he’s a parent. You need some of that.”

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