Page 31 of Crazy Love
“You are not photocopying my arse.”
“Sure?”
OK, so if she keeps on smiling and tugging at my heartstrings in the way she already is, then I might well commit my bum-print to paper. Dammit, this woman should not have this much power over me. She’s dangerous. Probably the most dangerous woman I’ve ever crossed paths with, and believe me, I’ve known a few thoroughly manipulative bitches. My aunt Trish being one of them.
“I’m going to get you some paper, OK?”
“Oh, don’t.” Again she stays me with the press of her hand, and by straddling both of my thighs. “This is your theme tune. It came to me while you were inside me, so this—” She slaps my arse again. “—is absolutely the best place to record it.”
“My theme?”
“Yeah. It goes…” She makes some rumbling sounds, and laughs. “Well, kind of like that. I don’t do good guitar impersonations.”
“K,” I agree, still flattered because I’m not sure I’ve ever inspired a piece of music before. I’ve created plenty, but never moved someone else to write something outside of a jamming session.
“In any case, it really compliments your other ink. I’m not just throwing notes around willy nilly, you know. I’m making it artistic.”
I can only imagine, since she won’t let me see, and it’s not all that easy to look at your own arse at the best of times. I decide compliance is the path of least resistance, and it’s really not so bad lying here, feeling dozy and sated, while she prettifies my butt.
“You know this little fella is really growing on me.” She licks the lucky scarab beetle I have tattooed on the edge of my arse crack, which instantly puts my brain on high alert. Suddenly, my insides are flapping about like Kermit the frog in distress, because unwittingly she’s just tapped into one of my secret fantasies.
I wonder…I hope, maybe she’d extend that lick a little to the right, and explore the crevice she’s on the precipice of.
I don’t know why, but I find the concept of rimming a tremendous turn on. Maybe it’s the taboo nature of it. It isn’t something I’ve experienced first-hand, so it’s possible reality won’t live up to my fantasies, but there’s only one way to find out, and that depends upon finding someone dirty enough to experiment with.
Crazy to think that having my arse licked is currently at the top of my list of things to do when I’m rich and famous. I’m pretty sure that once Paradise Kiss is a household name, I’ll have a string of volunteers willing to grant my every wish.
Girl volunteers, I mean. I’ve heard guys are more open to the idea of sticking their tongues in intimate places, but I’m not interested in playing with a cock that isn’t mine, or risking having one shoved where the sun doesn’t shine. I don’t want to be fucked in the arse, just tickled there.
God, she’s so fucking close.
Loveday stills above me. “Are you holding your breath?”
I shake my head, but I am. I so am. Her fingers are splayed across my right cheek. The tips are curled so they lie mere millimetres from my arsehole, and she must have licked and kissed my scarab a dozen times by now.
“You are. How come?”
“No reason. I’m not.” The air gushes from my lungs far too fast.
“It’s cause I licked your bug, isn’t it?”
“Nope.”
“Sure about that?”
She does it again, which instantly makes my toes curl, and causes a “hmm”sound to vibrate in my throat.
Amused laughter ripples through her body, making her shake, which in turn shakes me. “I’ve just a few notes left to get down. Then you can have a reward. You’ve been a very patient muse.”
I like the idea that I’m her muse. I like the idea of a reward even more, though I daren’t hope what it might be. Instead, I freeze and let her work, desperately trying to ignore the ticklish strokes of the pen.
“There, all done.” She snaps the cap back on the Sharpie, which I realise is one of mine she’s taken off the nightstand, and not the one she inked her number onto me with earlier this evening. “So, rewards.” She stretches out over my body, so that her pointy chin hits my shoulder. “Do you want me to lick your arse?”
Oh Jesus, do I ever!
Gotta love that she’s so matter of fact, but I’m disturbed by how easily she reads me.
The tip of her tongue traces the shell of my ear causing shivers to roll right through my body.
