I finished prep and sat, picking up my machine. "You ready for this?"
"I'm always ready for you to touch me, Gatsby." She sighed.
I took a moment to steady my hand before going in, and as I finished the first few lines, calmness engulfed me and I fell into the zone. It took one hour on the first knee, and then I spun to the other side and did the second. Finally, we were done, and I was helping her out of my chair and over to the mirror.
"I love them," she gushed, twisting her legs to admire the new tattoos. She raised her arm to see the one I gave her all those years ago as well. "You're the only one I want to tattoo me," she declared.
"You say that now," I teased, coming up behind her. "Just wait until we get out of this little place and start meeting real tattooists. You'll forget about me entirely.”
"Impossible," she sighed, pulling me closer. "Who could ever forget the great Gatsby?"
I cleaned up quickly and took her to bed, where gently, so as not to hurt her new knees, I made love to her. And in the morning, much to my surprise, she was insistent on going again, but not with sex.
"I need another," she begged.
"I mean, I could always use another orgasm." I pushed my cock against her belly.
"No, another tattoo."
"You're addicted," I teased.
"That's a lot of talk for someone covered in them."
"I had a lot of time on my hands and nothing to do," I told her, spreading her legs apart as I moved over her to fuck her gently again. She arched her back as I entered her, and she let out a relaxed sigh.
"Is it bad to want to be like everyone else?"
"What is everyone else?" I asked, as I began to thrust. She wrapped her arms around me and clawed at my back.
"Free."
Chapter 45
Daisy
"A full back piece?"Gatsby stared at me, incredulous. "Daisy, that's..."
"I know, I'm okay with it taking a while."
"A while is an understatement. Even if we went nonstop, it would take a few days. Plus, you sweat while you dance and?—"
"I'll take time off. The rest of this week, my body is your canvas. I'll be the best client. Please," I pleaded.
He wasn't happy and stormed off after breakfast to his office. I took the time to shower and then take a walk around the property. There was so much to see here, and we weren't even touching it. It felt like an extravagant waste.
Gatsby found me at the pool, cooling my feet in the water a few hours later.
"Okay, I've been working on something," he said, his hands behind his back. I turned, and he revealed the notepad. He came to sit down with me, rolling his pants up to dip his feet in as well, and then offered me the sketch.
"This is for me?" I gasped, staring at it. He'd fleshed out an entire mural on a curvy, back-like shape. It was a collageof colors and images. An old lightbulb, glowing green, the infamous glasses on the original book cover, lines from the book twisted around a yellow car, daisies, and a bottle of champagne. I stared at the beautiful drawing in awe.
"It's perfect. You got it all." I ran a finger across a string of pearls.
"I hoped you'd like it. If you were thinking something else, I can?—"
I interrupted him by throwing the notebook into the nearby grass and launching myself at him. I kissed him feverishly as he chuckled.
"My life begins and ends with you, Gatsby. It's perfect. Let's go." I stood and went for the notebook.
