His Tattooed Virgin(Divine Creek Ranch 12)(53)

She stiffened as he stroked her tight rear opening with his damp fingers, spreading her natural lubrication over that untried entrance.

“I want this too, sweet Jayne.”

Her movements became erratic and her moans more needy as she reacted to the stimulation. Knowing the moment was perfect, he breached her anus with one fingertip, thrusting past her sphincter in tiny repeated strokes. An ecstatic cry erupted from her as she stiffened and her pussy contracted and fluttered all around him.

The sensation was too much and just enough as he lost control, thrusting his cock over and over until his mind went blank and a sheet of lightning seared his eyelids as his balls contracted and his cum jetted in hot, satisfying streams inside her. He growled deeply, his face pressed to her shoulder as he continued thrusting until she’d milked every drop from him.

They clung tightly to each other as they caught their breath, until he worried that he was too heavy on her. He pulled his cock from her warm embrace and drew her to him, pressing his face between her breasts to kiss her and listen to the wild beating of her heart. He shuddered when she lightly raked her fingernails along his spine from his tailbone to between his shoulder blades.

She giggled and did it again, then said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m thirsty, how about you?”

“Parched.”

“Be right back.”

He returned with a glass of water and handed it to her as he sat on the edge of the bed facing her. He took it from her when she’d had her fill and drained it before placing it on the night table. She gasped softly as he turned, and he flinched when she touched his shoulder, beside the joint.

Reaching back to run his fingertips along the sensitive area, he could feel several crusted welts.

“I must’ve gouged you…earlier. I didn’t realize I’d scratched you.”

A masculine, prideful feeling warmed his chest, and he smiled at her in the dim light. He didn’t care if the wounds took days to heal, proud to wear the marks of her passion. “I didn’t notice at the time and I don’t mind, considering that I extracted a pound of flesh from you as well. How do you feel? Sore?”

“A little, but not unexpected.”

Glancing at the clock, he said, “It’s two o’clock. You need to sleep. Do you have plans tomorrow?”

“Since Mom won’t be here, no. I’m free all day. Normally I’d do chores on Saturday, but Mom has everything all caught up for me.”

He grinned as he recalled their phone conversation from earlier that afternoon. He didn’t have any clients scheduled that day, which was an unusual occurrence.

“Good. Since I didn’t work on your tattoo last week, would you like to have a session today? It’ll be just the two of us in the shop. I’ll keep the front door locked since I don’t have any other appointments. If I promise to behave, will you let me tattoo you while you’re completely naked?”

That was one of his more recent fantasies, to have her nude and completely at his mercy while he created art on her beautiful body.

“You’d promise to behave?” She giggled as he pulled her curvy warmth to his side and covered them with the blanket. “Where’s the fun in that?”





Chapter Thirteen




Jayne listened to the solemn opening tones of the song playing on Seth’s CD player in his workroom. The melodious voice of the cello, over the deeper notes of another cello, acted as the vocal part of the song, forming a bridge as the deeper chords came to the forefront again.

“What’s the name of this song?” She knew it was Apocalyptica but wanted to know the title so she could download it later for use while she wrote. If it turned her on while she got a tattoo, chances were it would be great for writing erotica too.

Seth wiped at her skin with the soft cloth before continuing on with the tattoo. He was working on the shading in and around the roses. He glanced up at her before his eyes stroked across her body in an almost palpable caress.

“It’s called ‘Farewell.’ Did you decide what color you want me to use on the roses?”

She shook her head. “No. To be honest, I really like them the way they are. The shading is so soft and…they look beautiful as is. I also…”

“What?” he asked, his eyes never leaving his work but his voice communicating his interest.

Jayne licked her lip. “I like the contrast between our tattoos. Both are monochromatic, but that’s where the similarity ends. In the mirror, earlier this morning, with you…behind me, with your darker tattoos against mine.” She let out a shaky sigh. He’d snuck up behind her in the bathroom and laid the sketches he’d drawn at some point during the night on the bathroom counter while she’d been brushing her hair. She’d been so overwhelmed by his gift, and her need for him, that they hadn’t even made it back to the bed.