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“Turn this way a little. Face me. There you go. Now we’re making some art.” What that art did to the neglected place between Heidi’s legs was of little consequence. She could take care of herself on her own time. “I’m going to ask you a question now. Answer when I’m done. Don’t give me too many words. What’s that tattoo beneath your navel?”
Carine grimaced again. “Nothing anymore. Used to be a mermaid. I started getting it removed but didn’t have the money to finish, and then the time.”
“I want it gone.”
Heidi didn’t, as a rule, care about people’s tats. She probably would have had a few herself if she could still sit long enough. On Carine, she simply didn’t like the marred stretch of skin on otherwise unblemished flesh. It was neither art nor scar. If Carine were going to have something visible on her body, it needed a purpose.
“I’ll make the appointment. You just show up.”
Carine blinked.
“I’ll pay,” Heidi instructed. “We’ll call it a loan, and when it’s all gone, you’ll repay me by showing me what you looked like before you got it.”
Carine’s eyes swiveled rightward in a defiant“If you say so”sort of way that Heidi chose not to comment directly on. She had other ways of making a point.
Heidi leaned closer to the bed and gave Carine’s left nipple an attention-getting pinch. “Do I need to go with you and hold your hand? Speak.”
Carine had to gasp first because Heidi was twisting as she pinched. “N-no,” Carine stammered as her torso stretched desperately skyward. “I’ll go. It’s just… I worry it won’t look the way it used to. I was nineteen when I got it.”
“Any others? Speak.”
“No. My skin didn’t like the abuse and wouldn’t heal right. I learned my lesson the first time.”
“Good to know.” That informed Heidi of what she could and shouldn’t do with Carine’s skin. She always tried to be careful once she learned things about a body.
She moved her fingers to the other nipple, and despite being ready for the sting, that pinch made Carine gasp, too.
Heidi kept her nails short as a matter of practicality. She typed all day and constantly tapped her fingertips against smartphone screens. There was also the critical matter of safety when exploring certain tender body chasms. Occasionally, though, she wished for a bit of length—something she could scrape with when she was giving her attention to flesh. Something that would leave tracks.
Evidence that she’d been there.
Her imagination would have to suffice. She imagined temporary bruises forming on Carine’s skin as she traced spirals around her nipples and along the curved mounds of her breasts. She pressed her thumbs against the firm peaks when they perked up and strained, ignoring Carine’s graceless squirms.
Carine stared down at her body as though she were mesmerized by the touch.
Heidi understood what that was like.
The first time she was with a woman, her body seemed to be informing her brain of the new sensations on a delay. She sat there watching her lover taste and touch her, but her mind needed time to understand what she felt.
It was like watching ink glide across a page and marveling that the letters appeared even though she was the one holding the pen.
Hmm.
Oil would have added an aesthetic quality to the scene.
Dim light. Crisp white sheets. Flushed skin atop them.
But Heidi wasn’t fond of the taste and the way it coated her tongue. Naked flesh tasted better. She had already made her guess about what Carine would taste like. She’d done that months ago at Clay’s—probably the first time she’d stepped into the room and locked the door.
Closing the distance between them, Heidi led with her tongue and pressed it flat against Carine’s right nipple before pulling more of the breast into her mouth.
Carine made a strangled sound—a fearful noise from a woman who was, for a change, afraid to be heard.
Heidi hadn’t asked for silence.Yet.Merely a paucity of conversation. Sometimes, the nuances between the two weren’t discernable.
She switched to the other breast and kneaded the first. Rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger on one side, edging her teeth across the textured bumps of the areola on the other.
She couldn’t decide yet if she’d accurately guessed Carine’s flavors. Confirmation would require a more advanced taste test, possibly performed over multiple trials.
