Bad Bad Girl

Tracing small circles on her hip, Sawyer smiled down at her as he had his body sideways, propped up on his arm. The haze of incredible sex still lingered between their naked bodies. Rebecca had a great view of his chest and rib cage, and she remembered how he’d once said he had his brother’s adult-sized foot tattooed on his rib. She scanned his flesh and furrowed her brow when she couldn’t find it.

“You said you had your brother’s foot tattooed on your ribs. That you lost a bet.”

Sawyer smiled and chuckled. “Yep, I sure do.”

Rebecca sat up so she could get a closer look. “Where? All I see are designs and words. There’s no footprint.”

Laughing, he pointed to words written on his side. When Rebecca squinted to read them, she saw the words, ‘My brother’s footprint’ tattooed in cursive in small print. “I never said I got his actual footprint. That fucker wears a size twelve!” He started to laugh even harder.

Rebecca shoved him playfully. “Ha, ha, so funny. A real jokester, you are.”

Still laughing, he flipped her over on her stomach and started to trace his fingertip along her tattoo. “This looks really good.”

“It better. I’m stuck with it for life,” she teased.

He slapped her ass playfully, stinging more than its intent on her already sensitive behind. “I meant that it is healing good. But it really is a great-looking tattoo. I’m glad you were lost and decided to do this, or I would have never met you.” He traced his finger along her spine and lowered it all the way down to the top of her bottom, causing her to tense just a little. “Does me touching you there make you nervous?”

Giving a small giggle, she said, “Well, the last two times you touched my butt, you were spanking me, so yeah, I guess you could say it makes me nervous.”

He moved his finger along the seam of her ass, not stopping at her words. Moving his finger all the way down, he pressed it into her pussy to collect some juices. He then brought his finger to her puckered entrance and pressed forward. Very gently, he pumped in and out a few times, surprising Rebecca with the sudden invasion.

Clenching her butt cheeks, she wiggled, trying to break him free. “Whoah, what are you doing?”

“Shhh, stop fighting me. Just relax,” he soothed, as he continued to gyrate his finger back and forth.

“I don’t know if I like that. It feels weird.” The odd thing was—she did like it.

“Have you ever had anything in your ass before?” He continued to pump his finger in and out slowly, pausing before he would then go a little deeper.

“I’ve had anal sex before,” she confessed. “But I didn’t like it.”

“Why not?”

“It hurt.”

“You didn’t get any enjoyment from it at all?” he asked.

“No. My ex husband tried a couple of times, but I always had to have him stop.”

“Then he wasn’t doing it right,” Sawyer said matter-of-factly as he continued to move his finger around. “When I fuck this ass, you will be begging for more. I promise you that.” He pulled his finger out and swatted her behind, kissing her neck and taking a deep breath. “I would show you now, but the first rule of great anal sex is proper lube—which we don’t have.” He pulled away so he could look in her eyes. “But just so you know, I will have this ass.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you are really kinky?” Rebecca asked as she kissed the tip of his nose. His declaration turned her on, and she was anxious to see what else would be in store for her with Sawyer in the bedroom.

“I can be,” he agreed. “I just believe in good sex. You can’t have good sex with inhibitions. You have to be willing to let things go and experience it for what it is. But then I also believe there are times for fucking and times for lovemaking.”

“And what did we just have.” She smiled, loving how comfortable she felt naked in his arms talking about sex.

“That was lovemaking for sure. Trust me, you will know when you get a good fucking.” He chuckled and kissed her lips, pulling away with a huge smile. “I don’t know what it is about you, Rebecca, but you pull something out of me. Things feel so easy with you. I feel lighter, not so dark.”

“You don’t seem dark to me. Maybe at first, with your whole image. But I knew right away that there was more. You’re a real softie behind all your tattoos, black clothing, and cussing.”

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone. Only a few know that secret,” he teased. “And what about you? Why are you feeling so lost?”

She shrugged. “Life, I guess. A divorce at my age for starters. I hate my job. I hate my apartment, and I just hate a lot of things. There hasn’t been anything to look forward to. I’m bored. But I’m mostly bored of me.”