Page 5 of Chasing Ink
“If I wanted soft and gentle, I would have asked someone else.”I say clearly, standing and crossing the room to stand between his legs.“I trust you.I know you won’t hurt me.”
His hands to go my hips, rubbing small circles.“I will never hurt you, baby doll.”
“Can we stop talking about this now?”I ask.“We only have a few days and there is quite a lot for you to teach me.”
He takes a deep breath and nods.Slowly he undoes the knot holding my wrap around my waist before letting it fall to the floor.His rough hands touch the skin at my hips gently and I want to fucking cry.For as long as I can remember I have dreamt of this moment.Of having his hands on me.
“You have beautiful skin,” he murmurs, his thumbs running over my hip bone.“Promise me if you ever want a tattoo you’ll let me ink you.”
“Oh, God, yes,” I whisper.The idea of his hands on me while he permanently marks my skin has me rubbing my thighs together.
“Come here,” he demands, sitting back in the white armchair with his legs together.“Sit on my legs.”
I comply immediately, afraid he will change his mind if I take too long.He stares at me for long moments before he splits his thighs, effectively splitting mine too.Shit.He watches me carefully for any sign of discomfort before lowering his gaze to the scrap of material covering my pussy.
“I won’t fuck you...”
“But our deal!”
“I won’t fuck youtoday,” he says firmly.“You wanted me to teach you and fucking you doesn’t accomplish anything except confirming that you can take my fat cock.”He grips his obscene erection through his shorts and I shiver.“I’ll teach you other things first.”
“Like?”my voice is husky and soft.
“Let’s start small.Show me how you touch yourself.”
I freeze.When I came up with this plan, he was doing most of the work.But now he wants me to do things myself and I’m not sure I can.
“I can’t...”
“You can,” he interrupts.“And if you do, I will too.”
For a moment I hesitate but then I take a deep breath and nod.My hands go to my breasts and I softly fondle the globes, pushing them together before releasing them.My hands slide down my sides and butterflies erupt in my stomach at the heated look Ali gives me.I avoid my sex and a low sound of discontent leaves him as I touch my thighs.
His hand rubs over his erection and I know I need to move things along even though I am enjoying teasing him.Using both hands I frame my pussy and he licks his lips.Slowly, I work a single finger beneath the material and touch my sex.Alistair makes a low sound in the back of his throat similar to a growl and I smile.
“Tease,” he rumbles and I laugh.“Show me.”
I push the fabric aside and he visibly swallows, his gaze glued to my sex.No one has ever seen this part of me and I suddenly feel shy.
His left hand runs along my inner thigh until he reaches the apex, his thumb teasing my most intimate flesh.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he mumbles, clearly not talking to me.“We’ll need to prep you, baby doll, or my cock will never fit in there without hurting you.”
A mewling sound erupts from deep within me and his gaze connects with mine.“What was that?”he asks with a small smile.“Do you like the idea of my thick cock wrecking you?”
My chest heaves with every breath I take, his dirty words driving me crazy.
“Yes.”The word is barely a whisper but it’s the truth.
“Good.Now touch yourself.”
Gathering my arousal I rub between the lips and around my entrance.I know from experience, if I touch my clit it will be over quickly, and I am enjoying teasing him.I watch him as he lowers the zipper on his shorts and pulls his cock out, licking his lips.
His hand moves leisurely from base to tip and back down again.I’m so mesmerized by his movement that I stop touching myself and so does he.
“If you stop, I stop,” he explains.
“I...I want...”
