Page 74 of Embers in Our Souls
She inspects each one, the light from the city casting enough inside the room that she’s able to see well. She stops when she reaches my left rib, where I have a design that’s slightly hidden.Her breath hitches when she realizes what I’ve had drawn. The meaning wouldn’t be symbolic to anyone other than her.
When she looks up at me, her expression has softened and I move my thumb to caress her bottom lip.
“I had to keep you close somehow,” I whisper.
“When did you get that done?” Her voice is hoarse, her eyes shifting back to inspect the colorful art on my skin.
The pink hollyhock flower is mixed in with all the other tattoos, but it’s still distinctive. I made sure it stood out amongst the floral artwork on my body. It’s the official flower of Boulder City, in connection to the Hoover Dam. As it became our favorite meet-up spot, we grew acquainted with the location and everything the tourist location had to offer. Indiana was well-acquainted with the flower, knowing so much about the dam and the history behind it.
She moves her hand along that spot down my ribs, while I trail my fingers along her cheek, admiring her beauty. I’m not taking this second chance for granted, this time to love her openly.
I move my fingers up and into her hair, admiring how it falls above her shoulders. Her eyes close as I move my hands through her strands.
I bend down and bring my lips to her ear. “Indy, I think you have too many clothes on. Plus, it’s been six years without touching you. I need to make up for lost time.” I nibble on her earlobe and she shivers. I love how reactive she is.
I move my hands down her shirt, and once I get to the hem, I graze her abdomen. She moans and the air around us shifts. Her breathing accelerates and I know these little touches are driving her as insane as they’re sending me close to the edge.
“How fucking wet are you?” I whisper into her ear.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” she teases, her smile matching her tone.
I pull her shirt up over her head to reveal a black satin bra. I move my hands over it, cupping and squeezing her breasts in my palms. That’s when I feel something under the padding, causing me to furrow my brows. My curiosity gets the best of me.
Luckily the clasp is in the front, so I rush to undo it, and once her breasts are freed, my suspicions are confirmed. Both her nipples are pierced.
“Fuck, Indy. When did you get these done?” I keep kneading her exposed breasts, my thumb moving across the piercings. They’re fantastic.
“A few years ago. I read about it in a book and I was curious.” She pushes her chest into my touch. “Mmm, that feels…” She continues moving until her body hits the edge of the bed and she throws herself onto it.
Her tits bounce and I stand there as she lies bare, her upper body exposed to me—those horizontal, metal piercings glinting in the light shining in from window.
I prowl toward her and I see her breaths quicken. I start kissing up her abdomen, ascending and keeping my eyes on her. Every inch closer to those mounds where I want to suck each nipple into my mouth.
I pull away from her skin and whisper, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Then I bring my lips back to her warm flesh and trail kisses up her body again.
I jut my tongue out to her left nipple, enticing a moan from her, while she pushes her chest against my face. I have no doubt she’s sensitive as fuck. I follow up with a slight nibble, then bring my lips to the opposite breast. I give it the same attention. She’s writhing, gyrating her hips, needing some release.
“Ty, please, I need more,” she begs.
“I know. Patience, Indy.”
“I’ve been patient.” She reaches out and tugs on my hair. The sensation turns me on more.
I sit up slightly, giving her a smirk. I hook my fingers into her pants, pulling her panties down along with them. I toss them aside, and look at the glistening pussy in front of me. I nearly groan as I push her knees apart. I’m going to take my time with her.
“You’re still my wife and this pussy is mine,” I tell her. She’s fucking dripping.
She brings her hands up her stomach and to her breasts, tugging on her nipple piercings. I nearly come at the gesture.
Without warning, I bring my mouth to her center and drag my tongue through her folds. She knows she has to keep her volume down, so she quickly covers her mouth and tampers her moan. But her pelvis shoots off the bed, and I use my arm to push it back down.
Bringing my tongue out again, I start lavishing her. Fuck, she tastes fucking divine.
Her eyes are hooded, and she lifts her head and looks down at me. I can see she’s even more turned on watching me eat her out.
“You taste so fucking good.” I bring my mouth back to her center, I suck hard on her clit and she struggles to keep her body down.
I give her a devilish smile.
