Beloved Ink

by Ranae Rose

  “I’m just asking. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you like. I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I will.”

  There wasn’t a single way of pleasing her he could imagine that wouldn’t bring him pleasure too. She was beautiful, and she’d captured his attention the moment he’d first saw her.

  “I’m sure I will. Especially if we’re starting out on that note…” She shifted against him, making his dick throb.

  He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, his desire spiking when his fingertips brushed the lace of her panties. He slid her jeans over her hips, revealing more lace – bright coral pink panties that hugged her ass while covering less than half of it. The color set off the cherry blossoms tattooed on her left arm.

  She was warm and soft to the touch. Having his hands on her ass renewed his sense of urgency. He stripped her jeans all the way off, then did the same with her top.

  The first thing that struck him was that her back was uninked – bare skin draped with her long, dark hair. Running a hand down her spine, he stepped around her and let his gaze tear over the front of her body.

  Her full sleeves were her only tattoos. The rest of her skin was unmarked, and the heavy ink on her arms provided a sharp contrast that somehow made the bareness of her body seem hyper-erotic. Like he was seeing something doubly-exposed, vulnerable.

  Her breasts were cupped by a bright coral bra that matched her panties. His mouth watered as he imagined the earthier skin tones beneath: nipples dark against lighter flesh and sweet in his mouth.

  “I’m surprised,” he said, laying one hand on her hip and reaching around to touch her bra clasp with the other. “I thought you’d have more tattoos.”

  “I plan to, eventually.”

  “Where?”

  “My back. I’m not in a hurry, though. I’ll need to find the right artist, and I’m new to this side of the country.”

  “Good. Your body is perfect; the art that goes on it should be too.” He liked that she honored her beauty by carefully choosing artists who could enhance it. Every inch of her was ideal, and it’d be a shame to let anyone detract from that.

  She smiled. “Perfect, huh?”

  “Definitely.”

  “Well, you haven’t seen everything yet. And I haven’t seen anything.” She nodded at his chest.

  “Right. Well, if this is a beauty contest, you win.”

  She arched a brow and slipped a hand beneath the hem of his shirt. “We’ll see about that.”

  CHAPTER 10

  When Hannah flattened a hand against Ben’s stomach, all the air in his lungs froze. Not breathing emphasized how hard his heart was beating, and then he exhaled, his cock throbbing just inches below her hand.

  She slid his shirt upward, until he pulled it off. He would rather have spent those precious seconds undressing her, but there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, if she wanted it.

  “This looks recent.” She ran her hand up his torso, touching his pec just below his latest tattoo. “Is this what you were having done when I saw you at Hot Ink?”

  “Yeah.”

  Only ink lasts forever. The words were inked in black script, the skin peeling over top of them, revealing the permanent look of the tattoo.

  “I like the quote. Where did it come from?”

  “Nowhere really. But it has meaning to me.”

  “What’s the meaning? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  “Just a reminder that nothing – no matter how hard – will go on forever.”

  “Hmmm.” His skin tingled beneath her fingertips, the heat of her touch radiating out and into the tattoo she was studying. “That’s true. Do you think knowing that makes difficult things any easier, at the time?”

  “A little. Even if it doesn’t, at least now I’ve got a reminder not to bitch about it.”

  She laughed. “An anti-bitching tattoo – I love it. Maybe I could use one.”

  “You don’t need one. I haven’t heard you complain about anything. Well, except for the other day when you tried to convince me your legs had turned to jelly.”

  “I do most of my whining inside my head, but it slips out sometimes. I almost missed out on the chance to be with you because I was still bent out of shape over what my ex did.”

  “If that happened to me, I’d bitch about it too.”

  She shook her head. “I’d much rather just put it behind me. He’s not worth thinking about, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him ruin a good thing for me.”

  “A good thing?” He stroked the small of her back. “I’m flattered.”

  She laughed as he gripped her bra clasp.

  “After the way I embarrassed myself last week, I’d say it’s pretty obvious that I’m betting on this being good.”

  He paused. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I wanted what you were offering like I wanted my next breath. I just knew it wouldn’t be enough, and I didn’t want to be dishonest with you.”

  “I know, and that’s what changed my mind. But my pride is still a little bruised.” She offered him a small smile. “Can’t help it.”

  “Let me make it up to you – show you how much I want you.” He unhooked her bra and it sprang free, the cups rising and the sides snapping back to dangle by her ribs. A flash of one brown nipple shot an arrow of longing straight through him as he slid the straps down her vividly-inked arms.

  Her breasts looked just as tempting as he’d imagined, and her nipples were already hard. He cupped her curves and they filled the palms of his hands, warm and soft. She sucked in a breath when he rubbed one nipple with his thumb, causing it to go even stiffer.

  He’d intended to remove her panties before doing anything else, but the temptation filling his hands was too strong. He eased her down onto the edge of the nearby bed and kissed the slope of one breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue.

  She made a noise that was one part breath, one part moan. He closed his mouth around the hard tip of her breast, sucked and stroked her pussy through her panties, rubbing the pink lace just over her clit.

  A hint of dampness met his fingertips after just a few seconds, and his dick strained against his jeans in a way that set his teeth on edge. He wanted to get them off, but he didn’t want to stop.

  It was a problem. A problem that hit him hard when she arched her back, pressing more of her hot flesh against his face. By the time he released her nipple, it was flushed and shining, swollen. And he had to taste the other.

  She moaned as he teased it with his tongue, then drew it into his mouth, rubbing her clit harder. He longed to feel the little bud and the folds below unhindered by her panties, to dip his fingertips into the wet heat he could feel through the lace.

  Eventually he caved, raising his head and gripping her underwear at each hip, peeling it off as she helped by raising her hips off the mattress.

  “Lie back,” he said when they were off.

  She did, and the view was breathtaking.

  Her pussy was appealing in ways even his active imagination hadn’t been able to anticipate. He stared, captivated by the sight of her damp pussy lips, swollen clit and the small, neat triangle of midnight-black hair above. He coveted every inch of it, was half heartsick with the desire to feel her hot folds gliding over his cock as he buried it inside her.

  But he held out. Pausing first to kick off his jeans and boxer briefs, he dropped to his knees in front of her before he could get ahead of himself.

  She yielded when he pressed his hands against the insides of her thighs, pushing them farther apart. Fully exposed, her pussy made his mouth water again, especially since he could see the double swells of her breasts beyond, and watch them rise and fall with her every breath.

  He started slow, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against her clit and sliding his tongue lower, tracing the seam of her pussy. Her lips were soft, hot and wet, but the best part was the way she sighed and arched her back, tilting her hips and generating more friction between his tongue and her flesh.


  He sucked her clit and waited for her to gasp, moan – something. She did both, and he continued, pausing intermittently to stroke it with his tongue. It’d be best if she came quickly, because he didn’t plan to stop with one climax. After this, he’d want to feel her come with his dick inside her. The squeeze of her pussy walls around his shaft would be heaven.

  A frisson zipped down his spine when she raked a hand through his hair, flattening her palm against his skull. Her nails dug into his scalp, and though she kept them short, they bit as she exerted pressure.

  Pressure that increased the pleasure he took in going down on her. His entire body buzzed with satisfaction as he continued, gripping her thighs tight as she rolled her hips, the motion accompanied by a moan.

  Her breasts rose and fell quickly as she clenched her hand into a fist that rested against his skull, pulling his hair. Tremors zipped through her thighs and he groaned in ecstasy just before she cried out.

  Her climax seemed to sweep right through her, making her hips move and her thighs tense. He kept eating her until she begged him to stop, and even then, he wasn’t tired of the taste.

  Not even close.

  He moved in for a kiss, stepping between her open thighs and leaning over her on the bed, bracing himself with a hand against the mattress. It was a dangerous temptation, with her naked and wet beneath him. There was nothing but his own willpower keeping him from taking his cock in hand and pressing the head against her pussy, sliding in…

  Her lips met his with a burst of heat, and he slipped his tongue deep into her mouth, penetrating her there like he longed to penetrate her below. He was lost in the undertaking, until she wrapped a hand around his shaft.

  He lost his rhythm, then retreated with a sharp inhalation that gave way to a moan when she ran her hand up and down his length.

  “You feel nice,” she said, her cheeks flushed in a way that made his heart beat faster.

  “Nice?”

  “Yes. Hard, long, thick… Hot. Those are all nice things.” Her lips curled a little at the corners, hinting at a smile.

  “Well, the things I want to do to you aren’t nice.”

  “We’ll see about that. I thought the past ten minutes were pretty nice.”

  “I’m glad. But I’m not done yet.” He lowered his head to her chest and kissed her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue and teeth. The more he did it, the harder she stroked him, until he was too close to coming to continue.

  With regret, he stilled her hand on his shaft, then pulled it away, interlacing his fingers with hers and pinning her hand against the bed. “How many times can you usually come?”

  “Once or twice, if I’m lucky.”

  “Let’s shoot for at least twice.”

  “If you insist.” Her smile broadened and her eyes sparkled. “What about you?”

  “Me? Coming inside you once will have me dead to the world for the rest of the night.”

  “No, I mean, what do you like?” She snuck her other hand between their bodies before he could stop her.

  He braced himself for her hand around his dick, knowing he’d have to fight a climax.

  But she didn’t touch him there. Instead, she cupped his balls, fondling them and teasing the skin behind with her fingertips.

  “Fuck. Anything.”

  “Anything?”

  “Anything you want.” He wasn’t backing down. Not when everything she did felt so good. Hell, just looking at her felt good.

  “Let me up so I can reciprocate then.”

  His pulse hammered in his temples as fantasies of her lips wrapped around his cock filled his mind. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to feel her tongue swirling around the head of his dick…

  “I’ll come in your mouth.” He could already feel the urge building at the base of his spine.

  “No you won’t. I’ll be sure to stop when you tell me to.” She rolled his balls in her hand and brushed the base of his shaft with her thumb.

  He deliberated for a few agonizing seconds and ultimately succumbed to the riptide of temptation she’d thrown him into. “Fine.”

  As soon as he stepped out from between her thighs and sat on the edge of the bed, she was all over him, kneeling to press a kiss against his lips and tearing away before he was ready to let it end.

  His regret was quickly replaced by throbbing anticipation as she knelt in front of him, placing her hands on his knees.

  When her lips met the head of his cock, his senses went on high-alert, snapping to attention and overwhelming him with the sensation of existing absolutely and exclusively in the moment. He was incapable of thinking about anything besides the fact that her mouth was on his dick. It was a reprieve, the likes of which he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

  When she took him into her mouth and slid her tongue down the underside of his shaft, it was pure bliss.

  Mere moments into it, she placed a hand between his thighs and played with his balls, which made it doubly hard to resist the climax he could feel looming over him, rushing closer by the nanosecond.

  The caress of her tongue around the head of his cock made his resolve waver, and the way she took him deep afterward had him protesting in a moment of clarity and resolution.

  “Stop,” he said, slipping a hand into her hair and exerting gentle pressure against her skull. “That’s all I can take.”

  She listened, granting him a last second of warm friction as she pulled back, then released him.

  He was harder than ever, the veins that lined his shaft throbbing. Dropping his gaze to her breasts, he watched as she rose to her feet, exposing her pussy to his view again.

  She still looked wet and swollen – ready for more than his mouth. He thought of how she’d described him: hard, long, thick… Hot. He was all of those things, and couldn’t wait to be them inside her.

  “I brought condoms,” he said. “They’re in my wallet.”

  He’d stopped at a drug store near his apartment earlier that day, wanting to be prepared if the night went the way he’d thought and hoped it would.

  “I bought some too. They’re in my top dresser drawer.” She strode toward her dresser before he could reach for his jeans.

  He was content to sit on the bed with his head practically on backwards so he could watch her bare ass move as she walked.

  When she approached him again, she held a foil square between her slender fingers. And after she opened it, she slid those fingers over his shaft, rolling the thin sleeve slowly over his cock. By the time she finished, his skin was tingling, especially over his spine.

  She sank down onto the bed and he kissed her as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down, rolling her onto her back and moving in between her thighs, letting his body press against the front of hers in ways he hadn’t dared to before.

  His dick nudged her pussy, throbbing against heat that radiated through the condom, easily felt and impossible to ignore. Breaking off their kiss, he braced himself with one arm against the mattress and wrapped his free hand around his shaft, guiding the head of his cock to her pussy lips.

  Her breath rushed against his collarbones as he pushed slowly inside her. She was tight, but her flesh yielded to his, wrapping around his dick in a way that outshone everything and anything else, even the way it’d felt to have her mouth on him.

  She gasped and arched when he finally stopped, balls-deep inside her. The sound and the motion sent a striking pang of compulsion through him, making him move his hips.

  The harder he thrust into her, the harder she breathed and the harder he felt inside her. It was a fierce cycle that made him wonder: how long could he last? She was clinging to him, digging her nails into his back. Meanwhile, all his fantasies were crashing down on him like a breaking wave, shattering to give way to a reality that surpassed them all.

  A part of him wanted to spend all night with his cock buried inside her, and another part was drawn quickly toward a climax. It’d been a while since he’d felt clear
enough of his own bullshit to be with another person, even physically, but it wasn’t just that – it was Hannah.

  He’d known she was in a class of her own the first day he’d met her, but it had never been as painfully clear as now. As he fucked her, she ran a hand up the back of his neck, buried her fingers in his hair and tried to pull him down for a kiss.

  He let her, slipping his tongue immediately between her parted lips and invading her mouth. He absorbed the moans that rose low and intermittent from somewhere deep in her chest.

  The kiss was a blissful mistake; it almost pushed him too far. Slowing his pace, he rocked her a few last times before pulling out.

  “What—?” she began, but he silenced her by ducking his head between her thighs and pressing his mouth against her pussy.

  She gasped and wriggled beneath him, like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get away or spread her legs wider and beg for more.

  He teased her for just a few seconds, then rose before sinking onto the mattress beside her. “Climb on top of me.”

  She rolled onto her side and moved over him, straddling his hips. Then she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pressed the tip against her entrance.

  The best part of the position was that he was able to watch her swollen pussy lips part as she sank down onto his cock. The second-best part was that when he thrust into her, her breasts bounced. He watched for a few strokes, then buried a hand in her hair and pulled her down until she arched her back, putting them in his face.

  He teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth, sucking on each one until she squeezed his shoulders so hard it hurt.

  When he let go of her hair, she sat back up again, the dark locks streaming through his fingers like silk until he was left empty-handed.

  She moved slowly on top of him, grinding her clit against his groin.

  There was no need for that. He hadn’t told her to get on top of him for the view, as appealing as it was. No, he wanted to touch her.

  He’d promised her two orgasms, and he was going to come through.

  She froze when he pressed the pad of one thumb against her clit.