“If I got a tattoo, what do you think it should say?” she asked quietly as she traced the dark pattern.
“Are you thinking about getting one?”
“I might. Everyone raves about Seth’s work so much. Maybe he could fit me in this weekend or early next week. What do you think would work for me?”
Slipping into default teasing mode in an attempt to ease his own stress, he said, “I know the perfect thing. An illustration of Elmer Fudd with the caption, ‘No Weegwets.’ Get it?”
Gwen’s body shook with faint laughter. “Damn it, I’m gonna miss this.” She swallowed audibly. “Seriously.”
“Actually, I am serious in a way. What about ‘No Regrets’ in a really sexy script lettering right here.” He traced a line across her right hip bone. “I would get one that matches if you’d like.”
She lifted her head and gazed at him with soulful blue eyes. “You’d do that? You wouldn’t regret it years from now?”
“No regrets. I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’ll make a call to Seth tomorrow. I’d be willing to bet that Julián would do the same. We need to get you out of this tub. You’re turning into a prune.” He helped her to stand and then stepped out of the tub and fetched a towel for her.
After he’d blotted the water from the damp ends of her hair, he looped the towel around her shoulders and drew her close for a kiss. She gripped his biceps as she tilted her head and kissed him so deep and so sweet that his toes curled. His cock grew even harder as she slid her hands to his abdomen and then down to his groin. Her little hands never failed to excite him as she cupped his balls and stroked the length of his shaft, up and down until a droplet of pre-cum seeped from the head.
He could barely get the words out. “I need you, darlin’.”
“I need you too, cowboy.”
Thinking it might be hard to control himself, he stroked lube over his shaft as he watched her crawl onto the bed and lie down. Even two months later, he used the lube because she was still a tight fit. The thought of hurting her made him light-headed.
Shifting to the center of the bed, Gwen watched him as she slowly slid one foot up the mattress until her knee was fully bent with her foot near her ass, then she splayed that leg open so he could clearly see her glistening pussy.
“Darlin’, you’re some kind of sexy, teasing me like that.”
A crooked little grin curved her lips. “I’m not teasing. I’m offering.”
He crawled over to her, and when he would’ve pulled her on top of him, she shook her head and pulled him on top of her. “Be my woobie?”
He could only hold her gaze for so long before he closed his eyelids and pressed gentle kisses to her throat. She’d accepted him when he was really nothing more than a brutish boor. Accepted every part of him when other women had turned him down flat. Teased him and gave him back as good as he gave her. And loved him, even if she couldn’t say the words out loud. He’d be her woobie and whatever else she wanted him to be.
He sank down so his face was between her thighs and placed a kiss on her inner thigh, right next to her outer labia. “Whatever you want, darlin’.” He was satisfied when he felt her fingers stroke the back of his head and she shifted slightly so he could kiss her pussy too, which he did. He kissed, licked, and teased her until her clit grew swollen and her cream seeped from her cunt in translucent droplets that were sweet on his tongue.
Satisfaction filled him when he gazed up at her and could see how lost she was in the moment, her back arched, her head tilted back so he could see the delicate line of her jaw and her throat. Her breasts swayed with their movements and her nipples were tight little buds. He reached up to pluck one and the sound that came from her lips was pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Shifting to his knees, he lifted her buttocks from the bed and plundered her, knowing how much it turned her on to be immobilized and pleasured like that. He thrust his tongue repeatedly into her entrance, alternating with quick sweeps of the tip of it against her clit until her back suddenly arched and she gripped the bedcovers in a white-knuckle grip.
“Yes! Don’t stop! I’m coming!” Her words gave way to a cry and he gave her all he had for several beats before he repositioned her, with his cock at her clenching opening, and thrust deep. Her scream of ecstasy rose to a higher pitch and she bucked as another orgasm hit her on top of the first one. He struggled for control as she flexed against him, taking every inch of him within just a couple of thrusts, and then her eyes flashed open.
“Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me like you mean it.” Her voice was a seductive whisper that brooked no refusal.