“Good girl.”
She turns her face to the side, and I lean forward, kissing her on the corner of her mouth.
“You can trust me, but if I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I need her trust with the things I’d like to do with her.
My eyes roam over the tattoo that runs between her shoulder blades and down the length of her spine, stopping at the base just above her arse dimples. Fucking stunning!
“This is beautiful.”
She shifts, lifting up on her elbows and looks over her shoulder, catching my eye.
“My vertical spine tattoo? Yeah, it’s one of my favourites,” she says with a lift of her lips.
“Did it hurt?” I ask, leaning over to pepper the length of her spine with soft kisses.
She lets out a moan. “No, not as much as the ones on my ankles.”
“And does this one on your spine count as one?” I ask, my finger tracing the outline of the infinity symbol below the triple moon. I only know what it represents because I may have gone through a bit of a spiritual phase.
“Yes, it does.” She relaxes and rests her chin on her hands in front of her, revealing a tattoo on her rib.
“Hmm, I think I’m going to enjoy this game immensely.” I trace over that tattoo next. “Now this one had to hurt?”
“Yeah, that one did, to be fair.”
Lowering my face, I leisurely lick over the area. She shifts and lets out a startled laugh.
“Oh my God, stop,” she says, trying to move away from me.
“Are you ticklish?” I ask, my fingers dancing over the same area, causing her to buck, and I narrowly avoid an elbow to the face.
“Easy, sweet cheeks, I’m all for pain with my pleasure, but turning up at work Monday with a broken nose might be pushing it.”
She rolls onto her side, her front facing me.
“Well you can’t just tickle a girl like that and not expect repercussions.”
I laugh, loving the easy banter between us.
“That’s very true, but we have a game to play, and I have a few more tattoos to locate.”
“I can tell you where they are,” she offers.
I shake my head. “Now, where would the fun in that be? Besides, I want to explore each one with my tongue as a reward.”
Playing and teasing as I go, I finally pull those sinful shorts and knickers down her legs until she’s bare, eliciting goosebumps.
“I have to ask, was it a guy who pierced you here and gave you that tattoo on your bikini line?” A flare of unwanted jealousy hits me out of nowhere with the knowledge that someone touched her there, somewhere so intimate and mine.
She scrunches her nose as she stares down at me kneeling between her splayed legs. Her eyes sear through me, searching for answers I don’t have. Ones I’m not ready to admit yet, so I go back to studying.
“I’m not going to dignify that question with an answer. They were both done at Mayfair Ink and they were perfectly professional,” she says.
“Good, and rightfully so, because this cunt is mine.”
I don’t know where this sudden need to claim her has stemmed from. I’m not usually that person, but fuck me, she has me acting completely out of character.
