30. Ink
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Finally.
It was the only word running through his head as he sank into her, reveling in her taste. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get over his addiction to her. Nor did he want to.
Her kisses were passionate and desperate, as if she was afraid he was going to stop again. Stopping wouldn’t happen until she felt every ounce of pleasure he had promised.
He was hanging on by a thread and hoped he didn’t fuck this up.
His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans, and the friction of Naomi arching into him, rubbing her covered pussy against him, nearly had him coming in his jeans.
Desperate to get himself under some kind of control, he lowered to her neck, nibbling, suckling, and tasting her with his tongue. She gasped, turning her head to give him more room, and her nails dug into his ribs as she trembled.
When he reached her collarbone, he ran his hands up her shirt, slowly lifting it while listening to the cues of her body. He didn’t want to scare her. Knowing what she’d suffered, he never wanted her to be frightened of him.
Her body trembled, skin pebbling with goosebumps as the air hit her bare flesh.
“Ink,” she breathed, nerves simmering just beneath the surface, but desire and desperation were overtaking them.
“If you want me to stop, baby, all you have to do is tell me,” he murmured, lifting his head to look at her.
“No,” she rasped, tone fierce.
His lips curved. There she was. The woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it.
He watched her carefully as he leaned back, slowly pulling the shirt over her head.
She didn’t resist, but the flush covering her skin couldn’t be ignored.
It started on her face, moved down her neck and along the top of her chest. Her fingers twitched, her arms lifting before slamming back down and gripping the cushions, giving him the full view he craved.
Him? He’d lost his breath.
The sexy lace bra from this morning looked far better now than it had then. Maybe because she was no longer trying to hide herself from him. Her nipples were hard, straining against the fabric, and he desperately wanted to see them for himself.
He brushed a gentle kiss along the upper swell of her right breast, lifting his gaze when she took a sharp intake of breath.
Her lashes fluttered as she looked down at him, eyes bright with desire. He saw no fear, only need. He repeated the same move on the other breast, his hands gliding along her ribs until they settled beneath the cups.
“Do you know how much I love this bra?” he murmured, pressing more kisses along the cleft between her breasts.
“I got a feeling when you looked at me this morning.” She shifted restlessly beneath him. “It’s just a bra. I’m sure you’ve seen sexier.”
He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at her. “Rule number one, baby. When we’re in bed, we don’t discuss other people. The only people in this space are you and me. The only ones who matter are you and me.”
Her eyes slammed shut. “I’m sorry, I’m screwing this up,” she whispered.
Shit. That hadn’t been his intention. No, he wasn’t going to let this screw everything up. He had to get this back on track.
“Open your eyes for me, baby.”
Slowly, she opened them, gaze flitting over him, searching.
“You’re not screwing anything up.” Easing up, he pressed a gentle, soothing kiss to her mouth.
“You and me, we need to find our groove. And that means I need to remember that you don’t have the experience I do.
And the last thing I want is you in this bed, comparing yourself to someone else.
Someone who has no bearing on you and me.
“We’ll find our groove and what we need from each other. When we do, we’re going to be unstoppable. But right now, the only thing I want to focus on is making you feel so damn good that big brain of yours shuts off for a bit and you’re only focused on feeling.”
He scooted down so he could press a kiss to the swell of her right breast again, just along the seam of the lace covering her. He listened to the hitch in her breathing as he used his chin to lower her bra, exposing her hardened nipple to his view.
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop him, watching him with wide, glittering eyes. Her skin pebbled and her body trembled. He hoped it was from excitement and desire, not fear, but he was ready to show her she had nothing to worry about.
“Do you know how many times I’ve jacked off to thinking about sucking these pretty tits?” he rasped, running his tongue around her nipple, making her gasp and arch into him.
“Ink.” It was a breathy, needy sound.
He couldn’t wait to hear her say his name like that over and over again—and one day when he was deep inside her—so he repeated the motion, giving her what she needed.
“I imagined you just like this, gasping my name, bucking, and begging me for more as I sucked on them,” he murmured, then turned his head to give the other nipple the same attention.
“Ink, please.”
“Patience, baby. I need to see what you like. What makes you wet and needy for me.” He wrapped his lips around her left nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Her moan was deep and throaty, her hand threading through his hair and holding him in place as she arched and ground herself against him.
It was the best fucking torture of his life.
He wasted no time applying the same suction to the other nipple, increasing the pressure, watching, listening, and gauging her tolerance and cues.
The harder he sucked, the deeper her moans and the more desperate her hips ground into him. He moved back to the other, lowering the cup of her right breast down even farther, then rolled her nipple between his fingers, tugging and pinching it just enough to have her crying out.
“Ink, God, please,” she whimpered, nails digging into his scalp before she tugged at the thick strands, as if she wanted to yank him away. But the moment he eased the suction, she arched into him, needing more.
“Tell me what you need, baby girl. Give me the words.” He wanted to hear it from her, to see her confidence shine through.
“You. I need you,” she panted, a sob building behind her words. “Please, Ink. Please.”
“Be brave, baby. Tell me exactly what you need in detail. Give me directions so I can make you feel so good.”
She squirmed, and he pulled away from her, making her drop her hands. With glazed eyes, she stared up at him, skin flushed and legs wrapped so tight around his hips there was no denying the way her body undulated against him, seeking more.
“Tell me, Naomi,” he ordered, giving her right nipple a quick pinch, and her mouth dropped open on a moan. Even though he knew he was playing with fire, he arched his hips, pressing his erection tight against her clit, giving her just a little more friction, a little more pressure.
Her whimper was immediate, and he had to grit his teeth from embarrassing himself. This was about her. It had to be about her. Denying himself was something he’d never done before, but there was a first time for everything.
And for her, he’d do anything he had to. She was worth it.
“Ink, I … I don’t know what to ask for,” she breathed out, cheeks flushing.
“What are you feeling right now, baby? Describe it to me.”
“Hot. Needy. Shaky. Like my body is on fire, and I have so much pressure building in my belly and in my … my clit.”
“Good girl. And what do you need from me to make you feel better, to make you feel like you’re not so needy and achy? Tell me.”
A shimmer of confidence started to grow, but it wasn’t there yet. She swallowed hard and arched her hips into his cock, and her body shuddered.
He groaned, dropping his head. “Baby, you’re killing me. I just need you to tell me, Naomi, and I’ll give it all to you. Every last ounce of my attention will be making you feel so good, but I need you to tell me. Give me the direction of what you need to make you come.”
Hell, the last part was more of a plea to save his own sanity, but he didn’t care.
She blew out a long, slow breath, gathering her courage. “Ink, I really need you to make me come, or I might lose my mind. I need you to suck on my clit and finger me. I need you to keep going until I finally get to come. I haven’t in so long, not even on my own, and I miss it. Please.”
A deep, guttural groan escaped him, but he didn’t question it. “Thank fuck, baby girl.” He wasted no time yanking down her jeans and lace panties, throwing them to the floor. There’d be time later to admire them. But not yet. He had to taste her first.
Her blonde curls were neatly trimmed, and he was sure he’d never seen anything prettier. When he pressed her legs wider, she gasped and rose on her elbows, eyes wide.
“Fuck, baby, you smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you, but you need to promise me that you’re going to stop me if you don’t like something. Do you promise?”
“I promise. Please, Ink.”
He wasted no more time, unable to go slow or gentle. Instead, he feasted, devouring every inch of her.
Naomi jerked, her body going taut, and her hand weaved into his hair again. The gasps, moans, and cries dropping from her lips only pushed him further.
“Ink, oh, yes, fuck, yes,” she gasped, arching and grinding into his face.
The floodgates had been opened, and her restraint was gone. Only her pleasure and the orgasm rising inside her remained. And he was so fucking glad to be the one to see it, to taste it.
He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking with enough pressure to have her bucking again, and her legs clamped around his head, her body trembling as she got closer and closer.
But he wasn’t done. He needed to feel her, so he forced himself to stop, trying to ignore her desperate pleas for him to keep going.
“No, baby, spread those legs wide for me,” he ordered, and moved his hands to her thighs, pried them open, and pushed them up and back, exposing more of her. She squirmed as he looked at her.
“Shhh,” he soothed when she started to protest. “There isn’t an inch of you that I won’t be familiar with, Naomi. Just like you’ll know me. Now, can you keep your legs just like this for me?”
She nodded, skin flushed and eyes full of longing.
He thrust one finger inside her, her body shuddered, and she clamped down on him. He sucked her clit as he finger-fucked her, and eventually slipped a second inside her.
“Ink!” she cried. “Ink, please. Please, it’s too much. Please. Please.”
Her moans and cries excited him, so he wasn’t going to be able to keep from coming in his pants. Not with the taste of her. The feel of her. Fuck.
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered. “Give it all to me. Now.”
She let out a small sob, grinding against his mouth and fingers, searching for the ecstasy just out of reach.
He increased his suction and the thrusting of his fingers until finally, at last, she let go.
Her body shook with her orgasm, her screaming his name, and he had never seen anything sexier.
He groaned as he came and lapped at her until she finally jerked away, panting.
Fuck, he hadn’t come in his pants since high school. He winced at the sticky feeling but forced himself to ignore it as he moved toward Naomi, who lay panting on the bed, her body lax, eyes closed, sweat clinging to her forehead.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
If she wouldn’t kill him, he had half a mind to snap a picture and tattoo the image onto any available skin he could find so he could look at it over and over again for the rest of his life.
Her taste was addictive. Even now, he wanted to spread her legs again and lap up every drop.
“Don’t even think about it,” Naomi rasped, her eyes fluttering.
“And what am I thinking?”
“You just grabbed my leg and started to spread them. I’m too sensitive to do that again.”
Huh, so he had.
He smirked as he cocked her leg slightly, then leaned down to nip her inner thigh. She gasped, jerking from the sting. He soothed the area with his tongue, making her shiver.
“Ink,” she warned.
Chuckling, he eased back. “Couldn’t help myself. You taste so good, and I just love how your skin responds to me.”
She blushed, and her lips curved into a shy smile. “I guess I don’t have to worry that you’re one of those men who hate going down on women.”
“Baby, that is never a worry. I will eat you out as often as you’ll let me.” He climbed over her and pressed his mouth to hers. She kissed him back, and desire built again low in his belly, but he forced himself to ignore it.
Though ignoring the cum sticking to him wasn’t easy.
He murmured, “As much as I want you to stay with me tonight, I promised I wouldn’t overwhelm you. We need to stop before we go any further.”
She opened her mouth, probably to argue, then finally nodded. “What about you?” she asked, bringing her hand up along his side.
He quickly grabbed it and placed it back on the bed. “This was about you.” He gave her a rueful smile. “And that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You made me come in my pants like a kid. Haven’t done that since I was in high school.”
Her eyes widened and glanced down before shooting back up to his. “Oh, ah … sorry?”
“Sorry? No need to be sorry, baby. Take it as the compliment it is.”
“I mean … I haven’t had that happen since I was in high school and fooling around with my boyfriend at the time.” She gave a soft giggle. “You’re right, that is kinda hot.” Her face flamed as she whispered, “Kinda makes me want to see if it can happen again.”
A pained groan rumbled from deep in his chest as his semihard cock jerked. “Fuck, baby, you can’t say shit like that to me right now. We need to get you dressed. You need to get Asher and go back to your place so I can clean myself up before I head over.”
“I thought you didn’t want to spend the night. Wanted me to think.”
“Baby girl, any good intentions I had toward you have gone out the window. I’ll sleep on the couch, but I’m not going to be far from you tonight. That’s for damn sure.”
“I can’t … I don’t want to do anything with Asher so close by.”
“I’m not planning to drag you to the floor to fuck you beside the bed, Naomi,” he stated. She rolled her eyes. “But I won’t mind you coming out to the couch and torturing me a little bit.”
Her eyes brightened instantly. Damn it, he’d created a monster, and he couldn’t even be sorry about it. He just hoped he’d have a little more self-control next time.