His Tattooed Virgin(Divine Creek Ranch 12)(54)

He glanced up at her briefly, but she saw the hunger in his eyes. “I liked it too.”

He’d taken her from behind for the first time against the bathroom vanity. She found the contrast between his dark, masculine ink and her more delicate designs very appealing. She’d felt like she belonged to him. He hadn’t made any permanent commitments to her, and she didn’t want him to feel like she was expecting that, so she said nothing more.

Then at the tattoo studio, she’d taken him up on his dare and stripped nude for the tattoo. She felt particularly wanton, both from his gaze and the touch of his hands, but also the sensual chords of the music playing. She let her imagination run free. Back and forth, the vocal melody of the higher notes interchanged with the deeper, more masculine notes of the other cello, as though the two were having a conversation, or negotiating.

She turned the volume up a notch higher and let out a slow breath. A wave of gooseflesh rippled over her abdomen, and she breathed through the intense throb as he continued his work. Submitting to this tattoo was one of the most painful things she’d ever done, but she found it bearable after the first minute or two, and if pressed to admit it, one of the hottest things she’d ever done. She was at his mercy, trusting him, and that turned her on too.

The song built in intensity, and she was once again struck by the idea that it was almost conversational with both male and female “voices” speaking through the instruments. She smiled to herself as she let her imagination run wild. Thoughts of the night before entered her mind, and her cunt pulsed with warmth as she remembered the care with which he’d loved her and the intense heat of their passion.

Seth moved to a new location beneath her belly button, and his touch shot a rivulet of tension through her core. Dampness collected in her throbbing entrance, and a needy sigh escaped her lips.

After glancing at her for a split second, Seth asked, “What are you thinking of, sweet Jayne?” His husky voice set off more tremors.

She felt sexy as she smiled and bit her lip. He carefully laid the tattoo machine aside on his table and brushed at her abdomen with the soft cloth. Finally free to move, she lifted her knee and braced her foot on the table as she parted her thighs just slightly, teasing him with a glimpse of her pussy. Seth’s gaze shifted and a groan rumbled in his chest when she felt the wet folds of her inner pussy lips part. They were swollen, and she wanted very much to feel him there again. The fact that she wanted it on his padded table, in the middle of his workspace, made her even hotter, though she was very glad the front door was locked and no one could get in.

He pulled the gloves he wore from his hands and pitched them in the garbage as he murmured, “You make me want to break all kinds of rules for sanitary work conditions, Jayne.”

“I promise I’ll never tell,” she whispered, her voice trailing off to a whimper as he spread her thighs and leaned forward to slide his tongue through her slit.

“Put your hands above your head and don’t move them or touch the areas I’ve worked on.”

She complied eagerly and whimpered when he held her thighs in a firm grasp, tugged her to him on the table, and greedily buried his mouth in her pussy. His hot breath sent tremors of tension racing through her cunt, stoking the furnace deep inside. With gentle fingers, he held her lips open and slowed his ravenous assault as the song changed to another that she remembered from the first tattoo session.

Seth grinned at her, his lips wet with her juices as he timed his oral torture to the beat of “Cohkka,” another of Apocalyptica’s songs. So slow and methodical, the syncopated rhythm of the song settled into the beat throbbing through her body, and she hissed when she felt him lightly drag his teeth across her clit. Her cunt clenched with spasms and she cried out in rapture when he teased her opening with two fingers and slid them inside her. Her belly tightened, and she arched on the table when he stroked a hidden, ultrasensitive place inside her. Another cry escaped her as he repeated the strumming motion until she felt as though her nether regions were on fire. Warmth from his breath on her skin sent shivers all over her skin.

“More. Again, Seth. Please!”

“Like this?” He stroked her sweet spot again, and she cried out, thinking that was an apt name for it. She loved it, but it wasn’t enough. She knew this was ill-timed and that he was probably breaking a gazillion hygiene rules, but she was ready to beg.

“More!”

“Hold still,” he growled as he stood and released the fly on his jeans.

Careful to not touch the area he’d tattooed, he grasped her spread thighs and thrust. His thick, hot length parted her tender lips and drilled inside her with a force and virility that took her breath away. She relaxed and took all of him to the root on the next thrust. Seth’s eyelids closed and an ecstatic moan vibrated in his throat as he tilted his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation.