Chapter Thirty
Naomi let Stone apply the clear wrap on her finished tattoos.
It was the third week of August, and the girls had started school this week.
They’d been invited to a first-week-of-school sleepover tonight at Faith and Slice’s with Deborah.
When Faith had asked her if it was okay, Naomi had thrown her arms around her and hugged her.
Being alone was at a premium with three girls in the house.
Stone and she still made love, but muffling their moans so their daughters couldn’t hear wasn’t her favorite.
She’d made sure that no one was tattooing late tonight.
She’d also locked the doors because Stone was making one of her fantasies come true tonight.
She’d worn the thong underwear, and as soon as he finished the wrap on her other thigh, he was going to make love to her.
“Wraps are on, and they are beautiful, but then you were always beautiful,” he said, turning to take his gloves off and start cleaning his space. They’d done this enough; she knew his routine.
While his back was turned, she slipped her shirt off. She had the red thong underwear and a matching peek-a-boo bra he hadn’t seen yet that had openings for her nipples.
“Are you hungry? Do you want to grab some food from the diner, or I guess we could go home and fix something?” He questioned, turning around. “Oh, fuck!”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want to do. You’ve spent weeks running your fingers over the back of my thighs, with your warm breath close to my core.
Now, you need to bend me over this tattoo chair and bury yourself in my pussy,” she purred, knowing that Stone loved dirty talk, but she’d had a hard time getting used to saying stuff.
But if the hard dick in his jeans was any indication, she was doing pretty well.
Stone stood up, cupped her face, and kissed her lips before trailing kisses down her neck.
“You’re so sexy telling me exactly what you want and hearing you say ‘pussy,’” Stone whispered, shivering.
“Am I licking your pussy first?” he huskily murmured.
He was so careful to make sure he always satisfied her multiple times before letting himself go. She was so wet from having him tattoo her and spending the time lying there imagining what he could do when he finished; she didn’t need anything but his cock.
“No, I want you now—inside me,” she insisted.
He tilted his head as if he wanted to be sure she didn’t want any preliminaries.
“Does this feel like you need to wait?” she breathed, taking his fingers and running them through the wetness soaking her thong. She pulled his fingers up, showing them to him. A smirk spread across his face.
“My baby is soaked for me,” he growled, his smirk widening as he looked at his fingers.
“Yes, now…” she pleaded.
“Get inside you this minute,” Stone echoed roughly, turning her until her back was to him. He grasped her mound and pressed her back against his hard cock.
“Bend over the tattoo chair, Naomi,” he commanded, his voice deep, dark, and sending a thrill through her.
She stepped closer to the chair, putting her hands on it until she was bent over, her booty tilted up toward him.
Stone stepped close, his finger sliding down and around her pussy.
“Widen your legs. Show me where you want me,” he directed as he tugged her thong down and let it drop to the floor.
Naomi moved and felt him come closer until his cock was dragging through her wetness. He slid it up until it brushed against her clit, then pulled back to push inside her entrance—a slow, steady glide until he was all the way in.
His hands grasped her hips. “Naomi, I’m going to pound my pretty pussy until you’re screaming and your pussy is milking my cock as you come so that every time I’m at work with a shitty client, I can remember my wife shaking as she came,” he rumble-whispered, pulling out to thrust in again and again until she was slamming her hips back on him because it was building, and she needed to come.
“Give it to me, Naomi,” Stone demanded.
The heat was pooling, and she was so close, but she was tipping over. Suddenly, all those doubts came back until Stone pulled her up, wrapping his hand around her throat. Not squeezing, just letting her know he was there.
“This moment—just us, Naomi, no ghosts from the past. Your husband inside his pussy, claiming every inch of his wife,” Stone promised hoarsely, continuing to thrust into her as he held her up.
He bent her back over the chair, reaching his finger down to her clit as he pounded inside her.
She’d feel him tomorrow every time she moved.
“Now, Naomi,” Stone ordered, rubbing her clit until her toes curled and she detonated around him. Stone groaned as he thrust one last time and came. He dropped over her back, moving her hair to kiss the back of her neck.
“You are so sexy, and you’re going to be completely to blame if I can’t help but get hard when I remember this, probably at the most inopportune time,” he said, chuckling.
“I love you, Stone,” Naomi murmured, completely breathless.
“Love you, too,” Stone replied quietly, grabbing some paper towels to catch everything as he pulled out.
He grabbed a towel for her to sit on while he wet a washcloth once the water ran warm.
He knelt down in front of her and cleaned her up, then helped her get dressed.
He had her wait while he quickly sanitized the chair.
He turned to her as he washed his hands and put everything away.
“Let’s go home, baby. We have the house to ourselves, and I want to hold my wife,” he shared tenderly.
She nodded, holding Stone’s hand as she shut down the studio. As they walked outside, the sun was going down, making the sky that gorgeous pink it turned sometimes before night fell.
Riding back with Stone in the car because he’d known the bike might aggravate her tattoos, she stared as the gate of the compound came into view. She was home, and she couldn’t wait to see what was next for her and Stone.