“Fair point.”
“Still not going to tell me?”
“You’ll know soon enough.”
I’m surprised when I see our final destination. “A tattoo studio?”
“The appointment is for new ink, but that’s not the surprise.”
What in the world is going on? “I’m confused.”
“I know, but you won’t be for much longer.”
Porter does the handshake-bro-hug thing with one of the artists. “Hey, Josiah. This is Frankee.”
“Ah, Frankee, our artist. Nice to meet you.”
Our artist? What does that mean? “Nice to meet you too.”
I follow Porter and Josiah into a room at the back. “All we need to do is prep the skin. I’ve got everything ready to go.”
Porter takes off his T-shirt and the smell of antiseptic invades my nose when Josiah rubs his arm. “I bet this is the last place you expected me to bring you.”
“This definitely was not on my list of possibilities.”
Josiah looks at me and then back at Porter. “She doesn't know what you're getting?”
“No.”
My eyes bounce between the two of them. “What are you having done?”
“I’m about to show you.”
Josiah lifts the transfer paper from Porter’s arm. And I nearly shit my pants. “That's my design.”
“I stumbled upon it by accident. I was looking for some paper and found your sketchbook. I flipped through and saw your design and immediately knew I wanted to add it.”
Oh. My. God.
That’s… I can’t even find the words to describe what that is.
“I can't believe you're inking my design on your body.” Permanently. Like forever.
“Why wouldn't I? It's terrific artwork. And I’ll think of you every time I look at it.”
Exactly.
Fuck. I can’t believe how badly I want to crawl on top of him right now. Naked.
I can’t wait to get back to his condo.
I'm amazed as I watch my design become ink on Porter’s skin. It’s a part of me that will forever be a part of him.
And it's hot as fuck.
The appointment ran long so it’s going on ten by the time we eat and make it back to his place. Sitting for three hours at the tattoo studio gave me time to rest for all the things we’re going to do tonight.
Porter wastes no time pulling me into his arms. “I believe I was promised some sort of surprise. Is that still on the agenda?”
“Oh, it's definitely on the agenda. Plus-some, after what you just did. But I need a minute to get ready.”
He places a sweet kiss on my mouth. “Don’t take too long. It’s been four days. I’m eager to have you.”
Something prevented us from sneaking away together every day this week. It’s like we just weren’t destined to be together again until tonight.
“I won’t be long.”
I was feeling extra naughty when I ordered this lingerie set—crotchless panties and an open-cup bra. He won’t be expecting anything like this tonight.
I take my hair down and shake it. It’s falling in pretty curls on its own after being twisted all day so I don’t mess with it too much.
I squirt myself with a small amount of the body spray Porter loves before slipping into the black straps of fabric. It’s like wearing nothing except for the satin bow over my butt.
Everything is on display. Nothing is hidden. My boobs are protruding through the open cups of my bra. My labial lips are poking through the hole of my crotchless panties.
I am about to blow his mind.
Porter, wearing only his boxer briefs, is sitting on the side of the bed when I come out of the bathroom. His eyes widen with every step I take. “Damn, girl. What the fuck are you wearing?”
His reaction makes me feel a little naughtier.
“What? You’ve never seen a girl in her bra and panties before?” I cup my breasts on the underside and push them upward. “Do you like it?”
“Like isn’t in my vocabulary to describe how I feel about that. I love it.” His eyes are locked on my panties. “What is going on down there?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you should do a little exploring and find out.”
“Come to me.”
Porter stands and I cross the room, stopping when I reach him. Ozzy Ozborne’s ‘Mama I'm Comin' Home’ is playing. Another song I wouldn’t have chosen but it’s perfect. “I think your choice in bedroom music is more eclectic than mine.”
“I’ve spent all week thinking about eating your pussy and fucking you to this song.”
I touch my fingers to his lips. “This mouth. Both filthy and magical.”
Porter sucks my fingers into his mouth and releases them while turning us around. “Lie down.”
His thumbs dip into his waistband. He pushes his underwear down as I sit on the bed and scoot back, making room for him between my legs. My knees are pressed together and I watch his facial expression transform when I let them fall apart.
He climbs on to the bed and kneels between my legs with his laced fingers cupped on top of his head. His eyes are locked on the missing crotch of my panties. “Fuck, Frankee… just… fuck. I wasn’t expecting anything like this tonight.”
Moving to all fours, Porter crawls upward and lowers his body on top of me. His lips press to mine and he sucks at my bottom lip. I’ve decided that’s his thing. “No one has ever worn anything like this for me. You can’t imagine how much I love it.”
“I’m glad; I want you to love it.”
Porter kisses me, and it’s super sweet and romantic, but it’s short-lived. He’s eager to explore my body in this new lingerie. Which is fine. I want him to have fun with it. That’s why I chose it.
His first stop on the new sexual playground is to play with my boobs poking through the holes of the missing bra cups. “This is a work of art in itself. I’m going to have all kinds of fun.”
“I thought you might enjoy it.”
I use my fingers to play with the top of his hair while he licks and sucks and squeezes my nipples and boobs. He gives my breast one last kiss and his mouth moves in a southern direction, feathering kisses over my tattoo, ribs, and stomach on his way down.
He kisses my inner thighs a few times and sits back on his heels before pushing my legs apart until they’re spread wide. He presses his finger to the black triangle over my mound and drags his fingers down, touching my bare flesh. He uses fingers from both hands to spread the two tiny strips of fabric apart. “These are porno panties.”
“You don’t wear these unless you’re expecting to be well-fucked.”
Porter rubs my wet center. “You have the perfect pussy. I love everything about it, and I want it all to myself. I don’t want anyone else to have it.”
“No one else is having it. Only you.”
Porter lies down on his stomach and puts his face between my legs. I can’t not moan when his tongue licks me the first time. “I can promise you that no one else is getting near my pussy as long as I have your magic mouth going down on me.”
His arms wrap around my legs and spread me apart, exposing the sensitive nub. He alternates circling it with the tip of his tongue and licking it with the soft, fleshy center. I can’t decide which feels better. Good thing I don’t have to choose.
He stops and uses his fingertips to rub the flesh at the top of my slit, giving his mouth a rest I think. He’s been down there licking and sucking for a while.
Doesn’t matter. His fingers are magical too.
And they’re about to make me come.
“Please keep doing that.”
“You like that, do ‘ya?”
“Yes. Feels so good.”
His fingers move in a side to side motion, gradually pressing harder and moving faster. The pleasure builds u
ntil my pelvis jolts with the first contraction, and this unexpected squeal-squawk-moan leaves my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to come hard for me.”
There’s a succession of rhythmic pleasure pulsations deep in my groin followed by what I can only describe as warm relaxation in my arms and legs and face. It’s as though Porter has injected a huge dose of euphoria into my veins, and it’s spreading throughout my body. There’s nothing else in this world like it.
I can see how this feeling might become addicting.
He crawls up my body, kissing everything his mouth comes in contact with along the way. “Your body is so responsive to my touch.”
He stops when his face is hovering above mine and I place my palms on his cheeks, rubbing one of them with my thumb. “That’s because my body likes you very much. And so do I.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, and it feels more intimate than any of the passionate mouth kisses we’ve shared. “I like you too.”
This is a brand-new relationship—so new I’m not sure it even qualifies as being called a relationship. Doesn’t matter what name you give it. “I like everything happening between us. Especially the orgasms.”
“That was just the first of many I’m going to give you tonight.”
“I’ve had mine. I think you’re up next.” I push Porter’s shoulders and he rolls to his back.
“You’ll get no argument out of me.” He laces his fingers and cups them behind his head. “Do what you gotta do.”
What does he want me to do? Suck him off? I bet so. But there’s one surefire way to know. “Do you want your cock in my mouth?”
“Yeah, I’d love nothing more than to watch your pretty pink lips slide up and down my cock.”
I’m no expert at this, but I researched blowjobs a lot this week since I figured I’d be doing it for the first time. I like to excel at everything I do. I won’t be a mediocre blower.
Porter pushes a doubled pillow under his head, getting into position to watch me suck his dick. It’s hot as hell to know he’s going to watch me. I want this to be the blowjob of a lifetime. When I finish, I want him to know he’s never been sucked off so good.
I don’t want this to be only about his dick. Yes, it’s important, but I want this to be a whole-body experience for him. One he’ll remember for a long, long time.