Page 39 of Tattoo My Heart
I give up on his jeans. Instead, I bring my hands up and touch his skin. It feels hot under my clammy palms, ready to burn me alive. I wonder if he feels it, too.
“Yes,” he murmurs, continuing his gentle ministrations on my body.
I don’t even know when he lays me down on the bed. All I know is that I love the softness of my comforter under the bare skin of my shoulders. It is enough of a distraction where Cal is able to pull my shoes off. They are followed by the slow peeling of the leggings down my legs.
“So beautiful,” he keeps on muttering mostly to himself. “Soft… Incredible… So hot for you…”
His words get me back into the zone where I need to be. That’s the zone where I just want to jump his bones at all times despite the fact that I am not familiar with the process just yet.
I throw my head back against the bed coverings, close my eyes, and enjoy every second of everything he wants to do to me. He bites and licks at the skin on the column of my neck and across my chest, all while making his way to my breasts. When he is finally there, he gently pulls the cups down before pulling the straps down my arms.
Since he took my underwear off at the same time as the leggings, I am now completely exposed.
My stomach is in knots. On instinct, I want to bring my arms up to cover myself. My knees want to come up too, that way he wouldn’t be able to see me.
I don’t even realize it when I move to do just that until it’s too late. My one knee brushes against the bulge in his jeans a little harder than I was expecting.
“Ow, fuck,” Cal moans in pain right before face planting into my chest.
“I’m so sorry,” I rush to say, but when I move my right hand, I somehow manage to poke him in the eye.
“Fuck,” he repeats, a little louder this time. He falls to his side, one hand on what looks like a very impressive erection and the other rubbing at his eyes.
I’m thinking he might need some ice on both spots. With my heart beating out of my chest, I attempt to get up so I can run to the kitchen.
“Stop moving,” he growls into my ear. “You’re more slippery than a damn goldfish.”
His statement makes me pull my head back in indignation.
“Goldfish? You just compared me to a tiny little creature that has just about zero brain cells and no attention span?”
“The attention span definitely fits.” He is laughing now.
“Cal Prentice!” I scream, ready to jump out of this bed and put my clothes back on. Unfortunately, his arm catches me when I am about to do it, holding me in place. “I hate you,” I inform him. “I hated you from the second I laid eyes on you when we first met. I should’ve just followed my instincts and stayed the hell away from you, and…”
“Shut up,” he grumbles just before taking my mouth into a scorching kiss. It’s basically a repeat of all our kisses from earlier, just… so. Much. Better.
He comes over me, resting his elbows on each side of my head, refusing to release my lips. My arms come up his shoulders and my legs finally wrap around his hips. He pushes his denim clad erection against my very bare opening, and I wish there was nothing between us.
Things after that move fast while moving slow. I can see everything from high above, like it is an out of body experience.
“Your skin… Your body… Your tits… So beautiful… All of it…”
I can’t focus well enough to actually process all the words that Cal is saying. All I know is that he is making me feel good. His mouth seems to be all over my body at the same time. He licks at my breasts until I feel like I am about to combust. My legs spread wider with each move of his tongue, my body silently begging him for more.
His body finally lowers down mine, his mouth now hovering above my belly button. The muscles in my stomach quiver in anticipation. I am at the point where I might just grab his head and point it in the direction I need him to go.
Cal, being the smart guy I’ve always known him to be, gets the hint. But he decides that I deserve some teasing on his way there.
He licks around my belly button right before digging the tip of his tongue in the small divot there. It’s so fast, it barely registers when he pulls away. Meanwhile, both his hands are kneading at my breasts, going from soft to more aggressive moves, his thumbs tirelessly brushing against the stiff points of my nipples.
“Cal, I swear to God…” I threaten, but he only slows down more.
“So impatient, baby,” he tsks.
When he brushes his chin slowly, he scratches a faint path across my skin with his facial hair. He has that perfect five o’clock shadow going on, the kind that only serves to highlight one’s perfect jawline. Cal’s perfect jawline.
I thought I was prepared for this, but when I see his eyes finally making contact with my pussy, I want to shrivel up and die. I am freshly groomed, not for this purpose but because I love being neatly trimmed down there. And I showered this morning.
