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  “I could say the same about your cock,” she offered, her voice husky with hunger. It’s… Beautiful.”

  He grinned. “Don’t believe anyone has ever complimented my penis before, but I’m not about to argue. I’m thinking it might need a matching ring though.”

  “God,” Annie groaned.

  “I take it you agree?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Good.” He bumped against her piercing, slid down over her clit, slicking the head. “I’ll definitely be thinking about it. You feel damn delicious.”

  “How often do you bring unsuspecting women back here for sex?”

  Brax grunted and reached for one of her nipples. He gave it a pinch to which she merely moaned. “And do you consider yourself unsuspecting?”

  “A-an hour ago, yes. Can you please stop teasing now?”

  “Teasing? If you don’t want teasing, what do you want?” Annie arched her back against wood-topped desk. If she lifted any higher, he could quite easily slip inside her.

  “I thought you wanted to fuck.”

  “Ah yes,” he agreed, taking a small step back. He tore into the condom packet, dropped the empty foil to the ground, and rolled the rubber over his cock. “How long has it been for you?”

  “Since before I came home.”

  “Poor baby.” As he talked, he continued rubbing the head through her sex. The inner lips parted at his intrusion then enveloping him in warmth and wetness. “Guess it’s up to me to take care of ending that drought.”

  “Not if you don’t stop teasing me.”

  “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” But it was wonderful to see her free and smiling and for it being the first time he was seeing her naked, completely sexual and flirting with him… Brax leaned down, framed her face in his palms and kissed her laughing mouth. “I’ve waited years to be with you like this. It’s more than sex, Annie. You have to know that. You need to know that. It’s more than sex. It’s you. It’s all you.”

  “I know. Anyone who knows that I prefer spicy pickles over traditional dill on my Cuban sandwich must have real interest in me.”

  Brax pinched her nipple again. “Brat.” He took the hint, the taunt, and lifted his hips away from her, lowered his hands and gripped her under her thighs. He bent his knees, let go of her for the seconds it took him to line his cock up, and slipped inside her. “You have no idea how much interest I have in you.”

  The slow slide into her depths and her heat made him sigh. The feel was indescribable. Tight. Wet. His. Oh yes, definitely his. He wanted to stay in her cunt forever. She fit him, she fit around him.

  His balls pressed to the underside of her ass. “I want to go slow. Fuckin’ A…” He shifted, rotated his hips, and bottomed out again. I just don’t think I can.”

  “Then don’t.”

  He grinned down at her. “You deserve slow and patient and given every chance to have every attention to detail satisfied.”

  His hands were once again cradling her face and he kept his eyes locked with hers. With a pace he thought might kill him, Brax made love to Annie on a desk in the office of a tattoo parlor. Of his tattoo parlor.

  She latched onto his hips tightly, clutched at his arms with smooth fingers stained with charcoal and ink.

  He’d started off the night believing she was lost, that she needed to find herself again since being laid off from the advertising agency, but Brax wondered if maybe he wasn’t the one who wanted her to be lost so he could ride to her rescue.

  “How do you feel?” he blurted the question without realizing he meant to.

  “H-how…? I don’t understand what you mean. I feel full, wet, the desk is a bit uncomfortable. I —”

  “That’s not what I mean. I mean, inside,” he touched her chest, “Here.”

  “Full there too,” she said softly. “I feel full and free and wanted.”

  “Good.” He kissed her. “Good,” he repeated, and kissed her again.

  Making love to her was a dream, one he’d had for many years and now he was with her, naked from a game of questions, and she was open to him, smiling up at him, wet for him, taking him in, letting him fill her.

  He’d been, and still was, in love with her. How to tell her, he didn’t know. He’d never told a woman he loved her. As he looked at Annie, he wanted to shout it, to whisper it. She’d grown up and grown into a gorgeous woman, a free spirit locked inside what was quickly becoming a corporate shell.

  One who drank light roast coffee.

  He kissed the tip of her nose, feathered kisses across her cheeks, licked lightly at her lips. And all the while, he moved inside her, sliding in, then out. She was hot and snug, clasping his shaft, the base of which rubbed against her piercing.

  She was his type of girl, he thought with a smile pressed against her ear. He would’ve never guessed she had a piercing through her clit hood, but damn if she hadn’t surprised him. Every time he pulled out of her, the edge of the ball in the ring slid along his length.

  The sensation of that alone was worth going slow, taking his time, drawing out the thrill of having her in his arms.

  She met his mouth in a kiss when he turned his head. It was hard, full of lust, and need. Her hands held onto his in a desperate grip, and her body bucked against the desk. “Something wrong?” he asked lightly.

  “Need.”

  It was all she said. Her eyes were bright with arousal, glassy with the urgency to come. He hadn’t touched her with his fingers, hadn’t rubbed her clit, but didn’t seem it was going to be necessary.

  “Okay, baby.” He pulled out until the crown was all that was inside her and he held himself there. She used her legs and his body to leverage herself on his cock. She fucked herself on him and her throat emitted choked groans.

  But when he plunged back in, all the way to the base, all the way until his balls slapped her ass again, she smiled. It was his turn to fuck. To take. To use.

  His mouth hovered over hers, their breath mingling. His hands pressed against the sides of her head and his fingers flexed in the soft strands of her hair.

  She met his pistoning hips stroke for stroke until her eyes rolled back and she arched her neck. He latched onto her throat, to the pulse beating wildly and suckled. He was going to mark her in every way he knew how. Mouth, hands, cock, body, and ink. She would know he’d been all over her body. She would think of him every time she moved for the immediate future.

  She gasped a cry and gasped his name. Her cunt fluttered around him and pulled him under. He whispered her name against her neck.

  When the spasms subsided and their eyes met again, she was grinning. She looked lighter, more beautiful, happier than he could remember seeing her on any day since she’d been home. He’d given her this.

  But the grin concerned him. “What?”

  “Joe’s going to be pissed we fucked on his desk.”

  Brax laughed and buried his face in her hair. Yes, Joe was going to be pissed.

  *

  Annie swallowed water from the bottle Brax had handed her a while ago. It tasted so good going down. “I can’t believe we’re on the floor on a pallet made of towels and blankets in a tattoo shop in the middle of the night.”

  “Hey. I offered to take you back to my place.”

  “I didn’t want to go anywhere.” It was true. She didn’t want to venture out into the world, afraid the spell they were under would be broken. Here, in Love and Tattoos, Brax was all hers. She didn’t have to share him with whatever responsibilities he had waiting for him at home or the latest television show he had saved on his DVR. She had him all to herself for the time being and she wasn’t willing to give him up.

  “Then why are you complaining?”

  “I’m not. It was just a statement.”

  “Uh huh.” He sounded skeptical and if she knew him at all, he would start asking questions soon.

  “You have new tattoos,” she remarked. Over the months she’d been home, she taken note of all the different ink h
e’d added in her absence. For the casual person, meeting him once or twice, there wouldn’t be a distinction between current tattoos and new ones, but for someone who’d known him for years, who’d seen him in his various stages of tattoos, Annie knew.

  “I always have new tattoos,” he confirmed.

  “What’s the newest?”

  “The sun, moon, and stars on and between my shoulder blades. Before that was the white whale on my left side.”

  She’d seen it a few times, watched while some parts of it had been worked on in the shop when afternoons were slow.

  “That sun? It’s my design, isn’t it? One of the first I did when I got back.”

  “Yep.” His hands rubbed her back and hips and bottom, lulling her. His cock had been hard when he laid down and it was still hard beneath her belly. She’d meant it when she said it was beautiful. It had a slight kink and curve downward that once inside her, hit in spots that had her tingling to remember it.

  “It looks good on you.”

  “Thank you. I loved it the second I saw it. The antique edges, the old world patina… You’ve got so much talent, such great instincts.” As he talked, he slid her legs across his thighs. She was open on top of him and his fingers dipped over her ass to fondle her.

  “Joe’s skills have… He’s really good.”

  “One of the best in the state.”

  “Brax,” she moaned, trying to hurry his ministrations along. He wouldn’t quicken his pace and when she shoved or pulled her body, he’d stop.

  “I like talking with you. It’s been such a long time since we’ve talked like this.”

  “We’ve never talked like this. Especially not with your hand playing between my legs.”

  “And yet, it doesn’t feel awkward at all.”

  “O-oh. Okay. You go with that.” But he was right. It didn’t feel awkward or strange to have him touching her so intimately while they were naked and talking nonsense. “Tell me about some of your other tattoos.”

  “Gee, can you be a little more specific? There aren’t that many to choose from.”

  “Ha. Ha. Fine. The whale. Why a beluga?”

  “Beauty. White is innocence, purity. But it is also strength, grace.”

  “The waves?”

  “Endlessness in a finite ocean. Forever until shore is reached. And, because I miss the beach. I grew up in California for part of my childhood and spent a lot of my time surfing and skateboarding.”

  “I didn’t know that.”

  “I would imagine there’s a lot you don’t know.”

  “Like?”

  “My father is a lawyer. So’s my mom. They’re divorced and married to other people. I have step-siblings on both sides and am estranged from all because I quit the law firm to become irresponsible and defile my body even more with disgusting tattoos.”

  “Well, I uh… Hmm. Not sure what to say to that.”

  “Not much to say.”

  “What about the date on your left wrist?”

  “The day my grandmother died. She was my favorite person in the world. Told me I could do anything, be anything and she’d still love me. She also took pleasure in pissing my mom off by telling stories of how she used to sneak out to meet boys.”

  “What? Wait. Who snuck out? Your mom or your grandma?”

  “My grandma. My mom was too uptight to do things like that.”

  “I might have liked your grandma.”

  “She’d have liked you.”

  “And what about the key ring and heart–shaped lock on your chest?”

  “It’s not self explanatory?

  “Umm. One of the keys unlocks your carefully guarded heart?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Good to know. What was your most painful tattoo?”

  “The top of my foot and my toes. It’s all bone. Pure fucking agony.”

  “Then why do it?”

  “Because I wanted it.”

  “You had to know it would hurt like hell.”

  “Yes. But the pain was only temporary. The pleasure is lasting. It’s there every time I look at it.”

  “They say pleasure and pain go hand in hand.”

  “Yes, they do. A tattoo, a piercing, a spanking… The pain is fleeting, in the grand scheme, but pleasure is there long after.”

  “I can relate to that. The swirl was painful because it was against bone behind my ear. The piercing was excruciating for a the brief time it took them to punch the hole, but…” Words failed her. Her ability to process thought was failing her. How in the hell was she going to keep their conversation going while he was touching her like that?

  “But the pleasure that followed has been worth it?” he finished for her.

  “The waves on your ribs… The way the blues and greens and shades of purple mix with the white caps… It’s gorgeous.” His fingers teased the cleft of her ass, slipped through the crack and flirted with her hole. She couldn’t keep from pushing back into his touch, the feeling was too great, the need too intense. She wanted him inside her again. Once wasn’t enough. Twice wasn’t going to be enough. She honestly didn’t know how many times it would take to satisfy her, but once was most definitely not it.

  “Yeah,” Brax was saying. “It is. Joe did it at a convention last year. He wanted to try his hand at watercolor tattoos.”

  “Try?” That caught a small bit of her attention. “You let him try on you?”

  “I know, right? Dumbass. But the guy at the con who somewhat perfected watercolor tats, was right there the whole time, helping Joe, giving him advice. Was real hands on and it was totally cool.”

  “It’s like a painting.”

  “It’s the same technique as a watercolor painting, the same strokes and hand movement.”

  “I’ve never seen him do it on anyone.”

  “You should ask him. I bet he’d do one on you. And, you can touch me, too. It’s okay.”

  “I…” His cock lay hot against her belly and her pussy continued to heat and dampen the longer he played with her. “Oh God, Brax”

  “Chicken,” he taunted, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

  “Completely,” she agreed quickly, dipping her head to leave kisses along his jaw. “Did you bring a condom out here?”

  “Damn woman. Again? Already?”

  There was no sting in the admonishment, but two could play at that. “Told you it had been a while, so, yeah. Again.” When he shook his head and chuckled, Annie was at a loss as to what was funny? “What? You can’t get it up yet?” she taunted.

  “Oh I can get it up, no problem, but that’s not what I want right this second.”

  “No?”

  “No.” He pulled her head down for another hard kiss. “I need to feel that ring against my tongue,” he whispered, and Annie nodded her agreement. That would work because she needed him to feel it, taste it, tug on it and make her come again. “Up then. Over my face.”

  “Yeah?” Annie didn’t think she could have kept the hopefulness out of her voice had she tried.

  “Oh yeah.”

  One last tickle of her pussy and Brax gripped her ass. She crawled toward his head. There was nothing for her to grab hold of, nothing to keep her balanced other than her control over her own body and his hold on her. His hands flexed on her behind and his breath warmed her inner thighs when he exhaled.

  “Never seen a prettier cunt,” he said thickly as she positioned herself above his face.

  “Y-you said that e-earlier.” She needed him to touch her. She stuttered every time he came close to her, every time he got near her clit but never right on it.

  He danced his fingers around her hips and used his thumbs to open her. “No reason I can’t say it often.”

  “As often as you like, just please…” She’d never been embarrassed or ashamed by her double-digit size, her wide hips and ass, her heavier-than-was-fashionable legs, or her ample, less-than-perfect boobs. She wasn’t embarrassed now either, but the longer he stared between her legs,
the more she shifted on her knees and tensed, wondering what he was thinking.

  Brax teased the ring with his fingers and already, she was closing in on the edge. He flicked it back and forth, tugged lightly. When played with like this, with the ring being manipulated, it never took her long to hover on the verge of orgasm.

  He blew a cool breath against her aching clit and she shivered. “Please, Brax. Stop t-teasing.” She couldn’t think straight, hadn’t been able to think straight since he pulled her across his body, but with her pussy exposed and inches from his mouth, she could barely keep from slamming down on him. She wanted to let him do what he wanted, only she needed him to get on with it. She was dying for it, for him.

  “Okay doll, bring it down to my tongue,” he coaxed.

  Annie had never heard such sweet words. Her thighs trembled as he guided her. His tongue slid inside and she sighed in bliss, dropping her head back. It had been so long since she’d had a mouth between her legs and Brax was very good with his.

  Tongue fucking her, tongue licking, tongue lashing against her clit. He grabbed hold of her piercing with his teeth and pulled, flicking it with his tongue.

  His mouth was magic. No inch of her pussy was left untouched and the more wetness he ate up, there was always more to take its place. The more he sucked her pussy between his lips, the more she resisted the urge to grind on him until she couldn’t stop herself.

  “Brax, I…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence. She relaxed and sagged against his mouth. She writhed and she rode his tongue. He gripped her hips and showed her the motion he wanted. She complied immediately.

  Backward.

  Forward.

  Sliding over his chin and mouth. She undulated, bowing her back and arcing forward. Her nipples were hard, sensitive. She’d never been shy about touching herself when with a lover and this time was no different.

  Using her thumb and forefinger, she pinched the tips and sensation spiraled down to her clit. She did it again, and again and she soon found herself going over that edge she’d been eyeing.

  The orgasm crashed over her before she realized it was there. Brax held her tight against him when she would have slithered away from the intensity and sensitivity of her clit. She kept hold of her nipples, continuing to manipulate them, drawing out her come until she slumped and Brax helped her climb off his face.