Page 54 of You're All I Need

“If you need someone there for moral support, holding your hand, I’m your guy.” I flash her my panty-dropping grin, which makes her laugh.

“I do appreciate the support.”

I shrug, wrapping my arm around her waist and drawing her into my chest. “I do what I can for my friends.” I run my nose against her jaw, inhaling her sweet scent. “So, if you didn’t pierce your nipple, then I’m going to need to check the rest of you.”

“That’s right, Magellan,” she teases, stepping out of my arms and leaning against my kitchen table. “Explore.”

My dick is already hard and my mouth waters in anticipation of doing just that. I’m about to explore every inch of her body, discovering what new treasures lie beneath her clothes. Reaching out, I gently lift her tank top up and over her head. “I better get to work.” But it doesn’t take long to find my first prize. My hands trail down her abdomen, one on each side of her belly button. “Well, well, well, look what we have here.” Glancing up, I ask, “Does it hurt?”

Adrienne shakes her head. “Not really. It stung when she did it, but it doesn’t really hurt now. Just a little tender.”

My eyes devour the sight of the curved barbell through her skin. There’s a small ball at the top of the bar and a blue gem at the bottom, right in the middle of her belly button. I’ve seen plenty of naval piercings, but for some reason, none have been sexier than this particular one.

“Sexy. As. Fuck.” I press my lips above the piercing and lazily draw a circle around her belly button.

She shivers but doesn’t move from where she’s positioned against the table. “I don’t usually wear crop tops, since I don’t like to show my gut, but I may wear something from time to time.”

My eyes take in her soft porcelain skin. “You’re beautiful,” I insist, not even caring that she carries a little extra weight. She’s curvy, wears that hourglass figure to perfection. Adrienne reminds me of a young Sophia Loren. My gram used to watch her movies back in the day and always talked about how she took Hollywood by storm with her curves and sex appeal.

“My ex used to tell me I needed to lose weight.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and my entire body goes rigid with ire on her behalf. How can anyone think this gorgeous woman was anything other than beautiful?

“He was an idiot, obviously,” she states with a sassy little grin, as if reading my mind.

“Obviously,” I agree. “So, two piercings, huh? I like it.”

She sighs. “You’re not a very good explorer, cowboy. It’s a good thing you weren’t on the Mayflower.”

I snort. “Did the Mayflower carry explorers?” I ask absently, my eyes already scanning the skin I can see for another treasure.

“I think we’ve lost focus,” she teases.

“No way, I’m very determined. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so engrossed in something in my entire life,” I tell her, standing up. “We should probably take off your shorts. You know, so I can get a better view.”

“Makes sense.”

I release the button and lower the zipper on her tight little cutoff shorts before lowering them down her legs. She’s wearing yellow panties that short-circuit my brain and causes blood to rush to my crotch. “You look good enough to eat. But first, I have some exploring to do.”

All the obvious spots for piercings are visible, leaving only one covered—and it’s a big one. Reaching down, I cup her pussy in my palm, carefully slipping my finger between the lips. Sadly, however, I don’t feel anything to indicate she has a piercing there she didn’t have before.

Grinning, she says, “I can sense your sadness.”

“I admit, I was a little excited to reveal a shiny new toy.”

“Well, I’m not ready for that. Nipple first, and then, maybe, I’ll consider shoving a bar through my clit. Maybe.”

“I’m so hard right now,” I mutter, going ahead and sliding my fingers beneath the satin of her panties and through her wetness.

“Me too.”

I smile at the thought of her getting “hard,” but I understand what she’s saying. My fingers move easily against her core before diving inside her pussy. Her muscles contract against the invasion, and I’m practically ready to come now at the thought of sliding into her. “Turn around, sugar,” I request, pulling my fingers out long enough for her to do as instructed.

When she does, that’s when I see it. The fresh tattoo across her left shoulder blade. It’s covered in plastic wrap, protecting the new ink from friction and bacteria, but I can still see it clearly. It’s a bird flying, wings extended beautifully, with the words “Be Free” beneath it. “Wow,” I whisper, taking in the intricate detail in the bird. Even though it’s black ink, the shading brings the tattoo to life, as if the bird could literally take flight off her shoulder at any moment.

“Didn’t she do a great job?”

I notice right away she doesn’t ask if I like it. Because, to her, my opinion doesn’t matter. And it shouldn’t. The only one that matters is hers. That makes me respect her even more. “She did. BJ’s so fucking talented.” She glances over her shoulder and meets my gaze. “What do you think of it?”

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