Page 32 of Tattoo My Heart
I moan so loud, the birds in the trees nearby take off flying when he finally brings both hands to touch my naked breasts. His thumbs go gently over my overly sensitive nipples, back and forth until I want to scream with frustration that he’s not doing more.
“So damn beautiful,” he whispers again.
He pushes me back until I am resting against the steering wheel, my hands latching onto his head. I am now more exposed to his eyes, and the hunger I see in them as he’s staring at me is everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Cal,” I scream when he drops his head and finally pulls my right nipple into his mouth while his hand is playing with my left. The wet sucking noise he is making causes a flood of excitement to soak my underwear. It is so sudden, I worry for a second that something bad happened, because I thought I was turned on before, but it didn’t compare to what is happening now.
He moans and takes turns sucking on my breasts, moving from my nipples, blowing warm air on them, then biting the tops of my breasts, leaving visible marks behind.
He lifts his eyes to meet mine, the intensity of his stare making me squirm in his lap.
“I want to mark you like this all over,” he tells me in his deep tone of voice that tends to vibrate through my entire body. “I want everyone to know that you are mine now.”
His words are sobering, but I don’t have the willpower to stop him. I hate that he is giving me hope with what he’s saying, and I so dislike the mere idea of becoming one of those clingy girls who are in love with the first man who gives them attention.
Although, Cal is not the first man ever to give me attention. I’ve had plenty of prospects. But I’ve never wanted to get naked with any of them. I tried a couple of times, and it didn’t gross me out, but close to it. With Cal though, it just feels so right.
His mouth drops back to my chest and his hand wander, now playing with the waistband of my leggings. I never in my life wished more for a skirt as I do now. My leggings are cute and sort of dressy, something that I could wear to work and to hang out in later.
Now, however, they only serve as an obstacle in my quest to achieve the ultimate goal. Having Cal taking my virginity.
It sounds so dated and archaic. It turns me on so damn much.
“How are we getting you out of these?”
The frustration in Cal’s voice only echoes what I was just thinking. The leggings are a pain in this situation.
“Hold on.”
I try to maneuver myself around, trying to come up with a way to get naked. Fast. I lift my hips and rest one foot against the seat, right above Cal’s shoulder. That puts my center at his eye level. We freeze when we both realize at the same time what is happening.
Without another word, Cal’s hands cup my butt cheeks, strong fingers digging into them right before his mouth is right on me. I don’t get a warning for it.
“Cal, oh my god.”
I gasp for air when his teeth sink into me through the layers of my leggings and underwear. They are both so thin, I can feel the heat of his mouth on me.
“You smell so fucking good,” he informs me around a mouthful of, well, me. And my clothes.
I want to be embarrassed, but I can’t. I love this, all of it. I don’t want him to stop, not even for a second.
With sure and experienced moves, Cal holds my hips up as he applies gentle pressure to my pussy. It starts slow, but then he gives me more, and more, until…
“I can’t,” I gasp, feeling like I am about to have a heart attack. “I can’t,” I repeat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he stops what he’s doing just enough to say that. “I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue. I will have it so deep inside of you, you will never be able to walk without feeling me there,” he promises. I have no doubt he is right about it.
He bites harder into my clit through the layers of material, and I see stars. The feeling of release, when it hits me, is something I will cherish for the rest of my life. I made myself come plenty of times, learned how to play with myself and what made me feel good. This though… This is on a completely different level.
Without thinking, I rest my entire weight against the steering wheel. I throw my head back and push myself against his mouth, begging him not to ever stop.
My hands try to grab onto something, anything, but I can seem to find purchase. The shift stick seems to be the only available thing on my left side. My fingers wrap around the top and hold it as I push myself further into the steering wheel.
Noise sounds off from somewhere around us, but I can’t bother myself to check. Cal’s mouth is still on me, his fingers still squeezing my lower cheeks tight, never letting go.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Evelyn,” he tells me in between his ministrations to my pussy. “We’re both going to feel so good, baby.”
“Yes,” I scream over whatever noise is still sounding outside. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
