“I thought I was just getting a massage,” I say.
“You are,” he replies as he rocks his dick back and forth. He pushes my ass cheeks together. “Your ass is a part of your body and a veryfinepart too.” He slaps it, and I curl my toes.
Shuffling down my legs, he lines his dick up with my pussy. Then he grabs my hips and pulls me onto him. I moan as he fucks me slowly, but I don’t meet his rhythm. I’m too relaxed to want to move.
He doesn’t seem to mind.
He pulls out of me slowly, then pushes in just the same. He’s taking his time, feeling every inch of me on his dick, rubbing me sensually rather than fucking me hard.
I close my eyes again as I moan into his pillow.
He builds me up slowly, never changing his pace. Just a soft, gentle climb up to the top that has me falling off it with a small, shuddering cry.
Collapsing on top of me, he slides one hand under my body to cup my pussy.
I sigh, loving the feel of his weight squishing me. Like a comfort blanket that’s oh so warm and protective.
Eventually though, he gets too heavy, and I wiggle so he knows to get off. Rolling me onto my side, he keeps his dick in me as he cuddles me from the back.
I thread my fingers through his. “Varius?” I murmur, half asleep.
“Yes, monster?”
I hesitate a few seconds even though I’m the one who started this conversation. As much as I want this, I don’t know if Ishouldwant this yet. It hasn’t been that long in the scheme of things since he hurt me. Am I an idiot for taking him back this quickly?
But it’s not like either of us thinks we’re fixed, perfect, back to normal or how we used to be. We’re nowhere near that, and we know it. But we’re on the path towards it. And this is just one step in that direction.
“Will you tattoo me?” I murmur, now suddenly awake and no longer relaxed.
He stills. “Are you sure?”
I nod.
“Of course I will.” He pulls his dick out of me as he rolls away, and his cum floods all down my thighs. He pulls me to the edge of the bed so my legs are hanging over it. Then he walks over to our dresser to get the tattoo gun he bought a couple months ago.
Gods, that feels like forever ago...
When he turns around, his eyes find mine, and there is a vulnerability there I never expected. “If I do this, Micha,” he says slowly. “You can’t ever cut it off. It’ll break me.”
My eyes mist as my breath catches in my chest. I didn’t realize how much that had hurt him. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” I say. “I hurt you too, Varius. And I’m sorry. My intention wasn’t to punish you. I just needed…”
“I know,” he says. Then he swallows. “But if you’re sure…”
I nod. “I am.”
An abundance of joy comes down our bond as he walks back to me. “I love you,” he says as he kneels between my thighs. He sets everything up with the tattoo gun, then starts to draw a character over my pussy. Then a word. Then a name.
Tears burn my eyes as I wiggle my fingers down by my side when he’s finished. He threads his fingers in mine and squeezes.
“I love you, monster.”
“I love you too.”
Although we might not be anywhere close to being okay, I can finally see a future where wecouldbe.