Page 56 of Tattoo My Heart
“This, uh, is…” She pauses to lick at her lips nervously. Watching that only makes me harder. “This is a lot.”
“Start slow.”
My voice comes out softly. I’ve never been in this type of situation, and now that I’m thinking about, I am just as nervous as she is.
Just as I think she’s about to pull back and run for the hills, she leans forward. There is no warning on what she is about to do, and when I feel her lips wrapping around the tip of my cock, I about let go and come. I’ve never been an early shooter, but there’s always a first for everything.
I wrap my hand in her hair, and, with as much gentleness as I am capable of, I guide her through the motions.
“Easy, baby.” I jump when she scrapes her teeth on the underside.
Her mouth is incredibly warm and welcoming. Every so often, she tries to lower herself more on me, but she pulls back right away as soon as the gag reflex kicks in. I just let her play, although, I’d love nothing more than to push her head down until her face makes contact with my stomach.
After the third time when she tries but comes up for air almost immediately, my fingers clench in her hair before I pull her head up to get her attention.
“Come here,” I beckon her with a smile.
At first, she looks confused. That’s followed by aggravation. I pull on her hair a little harder, and she now gets off her knees. When she thinks she can just walk away, I bring her face closer to mine and direct her lips onto mine.
“Mmmm,” I moan into her mouth when her taste hits my tastebuds. “You are the sweetest thing, my queen.”
She hates it when I call her that, and her first instinct is to flee. I still have a good hold on her and refuse to let her go.
My other hand goes to her ass, pulling at the waistband of her jeans, finding the top button and zipper. Once they’re undone, I slide them down her long legs, with a little bit of help from her.
I run the palms of my hands over her skin, loving the feel of it. No tights, bare legs… And I finally get to where her top closes right in between her legs, no panties underneath. It is very sexy. She and I will have to talk about this. I am very turned on by her wearing this getup for me. Not while she is chatting up randoms on the street though.
“Sit,” I instruct when I see she’s got her hands awkwardly on my shoulders and is not sure what to do next.
“Straddle you?”
The vulnerability in her voice does things to my heart. I can feel it twisting in my chest, and if she wanted to stop right this second, I would be okay with just cuddling her to my chest. In pain for sure, but okay.
I let go of her ass and just sit back, with my arms spread wide, waiting for her to come to me, determined to respect her decision, no matter what that might be.
It’s hard not to let out a huge sigh of relief when she puts one leg on each side of me and sits. The material of her bodysuit rubs against the hardness of my cock, and it feels oddly good.
“Am I hurting you?” she asks when she catches the wince on my face.
“Only in the best of ways, baby,” I assure her softly and push a strand of hair out of her eyes.
Her hips move a little, trying to get more comfortable in my lap, and I let out a groan I simply cannot hold back.
“Are you sore from the other night?” I ask her again since I never got an answer earlier. She immediately stops squirming in my lap.
“I hate that you’re being so nice about this, Cal Prentice.”
My hands drop to her hips, with my thumbs sliding back and forth under the leg openings of her weird top, lower and lower until I am dangerously close to her most intimate area. I can feel the heat coming off her, and the dampness of the material also betrays her desire.
I lean my head down a little so that our faces are closer together.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Evie. I want this to feel good for you.”
Her eyes dilate a bit more with each whispered word I have for her. She wants this as much as I do, but she is worried for some reason. She needs reassurance, and I don’t mind giving it to her.
“I’m not sore,” she finally gives me what I need to hear. “And I want you so much, I can’t think.”
The fingers from my right hand slide over her pussy just as she says that, index finger gliding over her clit in one smooth move. Her wanting me is not a question in the least.
