"Maybe that should be my next tattoo." I move another step closer.
He closes what little space is left between us with one long step. "Where would you get it?"
He's so close I can feel his breathing getting heavier.
"Your ass?"
"Already have one there," I say with a straight face.
"Mmmm. Now that I've got to see." His hand ghosts up and down my arm, and goose bumps scatter over my skin.
KASS
We only lasted ten more minutes at the museum before we were ready to rip each other’s clothes off right in that Asia exhibit, school children be damned. I’d blamethe edibles, but with the sexual tension building between us during her appointment, this was bound to happen.
My tattoo shop is only a couple of blocks away, so I offered to take her there. My original plan was to convince her to get a drink with me after this, then maybe head back to my place after, but she practically dragged me back here. Not that I was resisting; she just moved a little faster than I did.
I lock the front door behind us and rush over to where she's frantically taking off her coat. I grab the shoulders to help her and pull them down her arms. She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck. "So, where are we doing this? A chair? This couch?" His eyes glance down at the small sofa in the waiting area.
"Since I do value infection control in my shop and the fact that this couch is right in front of a massive window, it's going to have to be my office."
"Great." She jumps, and I instinctively grab under her legs to catch her. She wraps them around me, and I hold her ass, one hand on each cheek, as I walk back toward my office.
She kisses and sucks my neck, occasionally nipping at my skin with her teeth. I love the way her ass fills up my hands. B isn't some petite little thing. That's never been my type. B's got curves in all the right places, and I can't wait to devour her, to put my hands all over her.
I fiddle with the office door until it opens. Luckily, I forgot to lock it yesterday. I walk in and set B down on my relatively clean desk. There's a small couch in the room, but it doesn't allow for the best angles.
I push a few things aside and encourage B to lie back by placing my hand on her chest. She obliges and lies flat on her back. I hold her legs, so they don't dangle, and as Iget down on my own knees, I rest them over my shoulders. I wrap my arms around her thighs and undo the button on her jeans. She lifts her hips to help me slide them down her ass, and I duck under the fabric, sliding them behind my head.
She's wearing lacy black underwear that are currently being swallowed by her ass cheeks. I pull them to the side and stare at her beautiful pussy displayed before me. "Fuck, that's beautiful."
"I know."
I dive right in, running my tongue up her slit. B doesn't seem like the kind of girl who has the patience for teasing. At least not yet.
"Ohhh, right there."
Her reaction to me sliding a finger in has my dick twitching in my pants. I want her so badly. I slide another finger in and start feeling around for that sweet spot. When she arches her back on the desk, I know I'm headed in the right direction.
At some point, B rises up on her elbows to watch me. I glance up at her, my mouth engulfing her wet pussy. Her eyes are hooded, and I can see her chest heaving. She runs a hand through my hair and grabs a handful to tug on. I moan into her clit, which has her clamping on even tighter.
I think she’s getting close by the way her body tenses. Her feet start digging into my back, trying to push me away, but I know that's not what she really wants; it’s just an instinct. I hold onto her legs tightly, resisting the push. Her hand leaves my hair to clutch the edge of my desk as she falls back again.
"Don't stop!"
Wasn't planning on it. I'm not an idiot, and I don't have a death wish.
Her thighs squeeze the sides of my head, and her muscles start to shake as she rides her release. I slow my tongue and lighten the pressure. A few more passes over her clit have her shivering, and she lets me go.
Before I can fully stand, she's sitting up on the edge of my desk, reaching for my pants. She hops off the desk and spins us around so that I'm now the one sitting where she just came for me. She gets down on her knees and starts to undo my jeans. I can't help but smirk. This is my favorite part.
"No fucking way." She looks up at me, my hard cock in her hand. "Of course you have a Jacob's ladder."
"Is that okay?"
She gives me that annoyed eye roll I've already gotten several times since first meeting her. "You're kidding, right?"
"Just asking." I put my hands up in surrender. "Don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."
