Page 71 of Connected By Love
“I doubt I need my pants off. I never pictured myself wanting an ass tattoo.” She laughssoftly.
“That’s just for my benefit,” I quietly murmur. “I want to see the whole blank canvas I’m working with.” I trail my hands over her body as I walk around her and think of just the right placement. Stopping behind her, I swipe her hair to the right and place my hands on her waist, bringing her flush against me. My dick is straining against my jeans so fucking hard right now that I’m tempted to sink into her before I start, but I’m too eager to ink her to wait.
Her breath catches, and I know she’s just as turned on as I am. My left-hand skims up her back to her left shoulder blade. “How about right here? You can still cover it for work, but it will be visible in backless dresses and low-back tops. I trace the area with my fingers, and she sucks in another breath as I kiss the spot.
“O..okay. I’m good with that spot.” I grin against her back and almost cave and slide my hand into her thong, giving her what she’s craving right now, but I refrain. I want her dripping for me by the time I’m done with her.
“This is going to be so much fun,” I whisper into her ear. “You’ll be walking around with something I created on your beautiful virgin skin like my own personal branding. I’m the first one to ink you, and I’ll make sure I’m the fucking last.” I trail my tongue down her neck before sucking hard. She squirms against me and rubs her backside against the front of my jeans, and I bite back a moan. “Lie down on the table for me, wildcat. It’s time Ireallymarked you as mine.”
I walk over and get my things ready while she lies down. I disinfect the area before putting the transfer on. “Do you want to see the placement before I start?”
She shakes her head. “No, I trust you.”
I get the black ink ready in my machine. “You ready?” My words are dangerously low as my ink is hovering above her skin. My whole body is vibrating with the need to start marking her.I’ve never once got hard doing tattoos for people. I’ve even done some on beautiful women in places that only close lovers would ever see, and it was all professional. The woman laid out before me, though, is a whole different story. I’m so fucking turned on right now that I’m starting to regret my earlier decision of not burying myself in her first.
“I’m ready,” I hear her whisper.
My machine touches skin as the first line of ink is drawn. As if in a trance, my hand works effortlessly across her skin as the image comes to life.
“You’re doing so good, wildcat. How does it feel?”
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. You turned me on so much before we started that I think it’s blocking out any pain and replacing it with pleasure.”
“That was the plan,” I chuckle softly. I swipe the ink before continuing. The image starts taking place as I get in the zone again. I’m halfway through when I stop. I brush my finger softly over the details. “It looks beautiful on you. I’m halfway done. Do you need to take a break or anything?”
“No, I want to keep going. Finish marking me yours.”
“Gladly,” I growl before getting back to work. Her words push me back into the space where everything disappears except for the art I’m creating. My ink effortlessly glides across her skin as I etch out the details. I finish the last final touches and set down my machine. I stare at the final product and realize I’m breathing heavily, and my dick is begging to be released.
“It’s beautiful, wildcat. You’re beautiful. Let me get you a mirror.” She sits up on the table, and I hand her a mirror while I hold another by her back so she can see it.
Tears prick her eyes as she looks at it. “It’s…it’s exactly what I wanted.” She sets the mirror down. “Thank you,” she whispers.
I lean down and kiss her. “I should be thanking you. I’ll never forget what it felt like to put my ink on you,” I breathe against her lips.
“What did it feel like?” Her breath comes out faster as her greens pierce right to the heart of me.
“I felt…” I search for the right words. “I felt everything. Love, possessiveness, desire, satisfaction, lust, excitement..you name it. Let me wrap it for you real quick.” I look at it again, satisfied that it’s exactly how I want it, before securing the waterproof wrap on it. “There, all done,” I say softly. “I’ll keep an eye on it for you, but it should heal nicely. I’ve got some aftercare lotion in the bathroom that I’ll apply to it later when the bandage comes off.”
The air feels electric around us. I’m still on my high from inking her as my eyes roam her naked body, still sitting on the table. “Travis…” My name comes out more as a whimper as it passes through her pink lips.
“I’m here.” I’m in front of her and diving into her mouth before she has a chance to say another word. I know exactly what she’s feeling because I’m feeling it, too. Her hands quickly remove my t-shirt and claw at my jean buckle and zipper. I push them down with my boxers and step out of them before I taste her again and kiss her as fierce possessiveness flows through me.
I lift her off the table, my mouth still on hers as I set her down. “Turn around for me. I want to see that tattoo while I’m buried deep inside you.”
She immediately does what I ask, ready for this just as much as I am. I lower her thong to the floor and slowly make my way back up. When I reach her sweet pussy, I take a long lick up the center, and I’m rewarded with a loud moan. She lays down further on the table, giving me complete access to what I can’t get enough of. I dive in deep with my tongue, andshe cries out as I devour her. There’s no other way to describe it when I have my mouth on her except…devour. I want it all when I have my face between her legs. Every sigh, every moan, every tremor, every taste, every drop is fucking mine. When I know she’s close, I back away and stand up, leaning over her.
Her chest is heaving as I lightly trace the tattoo on her shoulder before filling her in one hard thrust. “Fuck,” I moan as I sit fully inside. “You feel so good, baby.” I pull out before slowly going back in, taking it painstakingly slow. The tattoo on her shoulder, reminding me of who she belongs to, amplifies the need to bury my dick deeper inside her and claim her over and over again.
I grasp her hips tighter and bring her to me, going harder this time. Her hands clutch the other side of the table as she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts.
“Every time I fuck you like this, I get to see my mark. You have a piece of me now, wildcat. This makes you mine, and no one will ever get this sweet pussy but me. Does it turn you on knowing I’m on your skin? That I belong to you and only you. From the first night we were together, I knew I would never be inside another.”
“Yessss,” she moans when I go deeper. “I’m yours, Travis. I’ll always be yours.”
I let out a low growl as I release inside her. She cries out my name as her pussy clenches around me, milking every last drop. The intensity of the orgasm tears through me as we both fall together. My body is trembling when I come back down to my body. I feel hers shaking as I lightly press a kiss near her tattoo. “I love you, wildcat. Thank you for trusting me enough to do this,” I place another soft kiss on her reddened skin.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “Thank you for trusting me enough to be a part of you and Max’s life.”
