Page 27 of Nightmare

Her teeth clamp onto her top lip and her eyes search my face, I lean closer to her, pressing my face into the crook of her neck. I start trailing soft kisses along her neck then down to her collarbone until she gives me a nod.

She lets out a small moan then grabs my hair and drags my face up to hers, slipping her lips against mine, kissing me desperately.

She pulls away a fraction of an inch, mumbling against my lips, “Take me to your bedroom.”

I crack a smile against her mouth before standing, pulling her up behind me, showing her the way.

My room is clean and tidy, just like it always is. My bed sits up against the windowed wall, so the sun rises behind me each morning. I don’t spend a lot of time here, so my walls only have a few things on them – most of them being sketches above my desk and a few vinyls’ hanging randomly.

Olivia takes her time looking around my room before walking over to my desk and picking up my sketchbook, which is open on a page that has a giant drawing of a mandala I have planned for my left thigh.

She runs her fingers along the delicate shapes and swirls on the page and cocks her head to the side before looking back at me.

“You drew this?”

I nod my head, “I drew all my tattoos.”

She drops the notebook back on the desk and spins on her boot to face me, then leans up against the edge of the chair, “Alright, take your clothes off.”

A laugh flies out of my mouth, “What?”

She laughs as well, then runs her hands through her hair before walking towards me, putting her hands on my chest. “I want to see your tattoos.” She whispers while batting her eyelashes at me.

I peer down at her and press my lips against hers, then step back and throw my shirt over my head. I toss it onto the dresser then unbutton my pants. Her eyes watch my every move, heating up when I slip my pants down my legs so I’m left standing there in just a pair of briefs.

“Alright,” She waves a hand to my bed, “Lay down.”

She follows behind me as I lay flat on my back, then she tosses a leg over me and straddles me. My dick jumps in my briefs and I know she felt it underneath her, but she doesn’t say anything. She just traces along the ink swirling around my left arm with her fingers, starting at the flames covering my forearm, making her way up to the skeleton portraits that are surrounded by different shapes and swirls, giving it all shading.

She moves to the other arm, tracing the skyline of New York City that covers my entire upper arm. She traces along all the buildings, then around to where a portrait of the ocean meets the shore on my forearm, surrounded by trees and clouds.

My breath hitches with every light trace of her fingers, then she moves her focus to my chest. She traces the intricate outline of the massive lion I have there, then she leans down and kisses along it. Her hands move down my stomach, across my abs, swirling her fingers along the lines that make up a giant design of flower. My stomach twitches under her cool fingers and she chuckles a little under her breath.

I swallow down the groan that threatens to come out of my mouth and take a deep breath before she focuses her attention back onto my eyes.

“You want me to flip over so you can see my back?”

She shakes her head, and shimmies down my body so she’s straddling my thighs, running her hands along the seam of my briefs.

She’s breathless as she flicks her eyes down to her hands, then back up to my eye line, “What about down here?”

I shake my head at her, “Nothing there yet, I started at the top and I’m making my way down. The sketch you saw on my desk is my first leg piece.”

A frown touches her lips, then she starts to slip her hand into my briefs, but I catch her wrist and give her a grin. “It’s my turn.”

She tilts her head to look at me, “I only have a couple.”

I wave my hands out in front of me, and she rolls her eyes but smiles at me before she shimmies off me, stands next to the bed, spinning around to give me the zipper to her dress.

I pull at the zipper, and her dress falls to the floor in a puddle at her feet.

And fuck me.

Lace on lace on lace is the only thing covering her, my cock strains in the fabric of my briefs and I take a breath. I trail my eyes up and down her body a couple times to appreciate every inch.

She spins to face me, making my eyes flick up to hers. She grins, then flips me the bird.

Right there on the skin below her knuckle is a pathetic looking tattoo. It looks like she got it in the back of someone’s car – the line work is shotty and the black ink has faded to a dull grey.

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