It was just a matter of time.
And usually, it didn’t take much of that before he moved on.
“Hey,” Nova called, pausing as he traced the outline of the tattoo into my skin through the transfer paper. “I got my Flower Child layin’ out for me. You’re gorgeous, Lila, no doubt about it, but you also got my art inked into your skin, years of beauty you and me created together, stamped all over your tight, sweet curves. You think that doesn’t do somethin’ powerful to a man, you’re fuckin’ wrong.”
My lip between my teeth, I stared down at him with hooded eyes and tested his words by arching slightly, angling a hand down my stomach to swirl in the flowers already at my hips inching toward the delicate skin near my groin.
Nova’s eyes went instantly black, swallowed up with lust so strong I could see the white knuckled grip he had on his tools.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “All of that beauty spread out just for me.”
Just for me.
And I was––I always had been––just for him.
It only took him eighteen years to notice.
“Why’d you leave this mornin’?” he demanded hoarsely, moving the trace paper back to the table, snapping off his gloves, then tossing them blindly into the bin behind him.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he wheeled to the end of the seat and grabbed my ankles so he could bend my legs back and spread them over the retractable arms of the chair.
When he didn’t respond, I let him continue, curious and aroused by the animal look in his eyes, the almost drunk gleam of lust there.
“You answer me, I’m gonna put my mouth on you,” he advised, kneeling onto the lower part of the seat and leaning forward so his broad shoulders were notched between my splayed legs.
Reverently, he touched the backs of his knuckles to my denim covered pussy and unerringly traced the swell of my clit.
I groaned, head thrusting back into the seat. “Nova! The door’s unlocked.”
“Closed sign is up,” he muttered distractedly. “Now, answer the damn question so I can put my mouth on your cunt. I’ve been dyin’ to know if you taste as sweet as you smell, like sea salt and flowers.”
My legs trembled as I stared down at his dark head over my sex, his big, tattooed shoulders bare beneath the white Street Ink cut-off tee he wore. I wondered woozily if I could come just like that, his eyes on my covered cunt, his fingers pressed just right over the fabric so I’d have to grind my own way to climax.
I wanted that.
I liked that.
The idea of working for it.
For him.
Doing that the way I had the night before was without a doubt the hottest experience of my life. I liked pleasing him, working for him as much as for my orgasm, and the thought of doing it again had my pulse racing.
His fingers slid under the edge of my shorts and coasted over the tender skin until they reached the seam of my pussy then dipped into the silken well of wetness there.
He groaned, eyes heavily lidded as he looked up at me. “So fuckin’ drenched for me, Li. Why’d you go and leave this mornin’ when I was plannin’ to wake up and eat you for breakfast?”
“Fuck,” I gasped as he brought his damp fingers to his mouth and sucked them, closing his eyes and fucking humming as he ate my desire from his skin. “I––I was worried you’d think it was a mistake. We were drinking, and it was an emotional night.”
“Most fun I’ve had in years,” he stated as he watched his big hands move to my hips and undo the buttons on my shorts. Then he looked up at me as he ordered, “Legs up.”
I hesitated, then raised my hips and legs so he could draw my shorts down and off.
He didn’t even bother moving my underwear.
Instead, he played his thick fingers under the edge of my G-string, teasing me, and teasing himself if his throaty rumble was anything to go off of.
“Is that what this is?” I asked, trying to keep my head from spinning off my body. “Fun?”
I had never been so turned on in my life. Not with Jake, not watching Nova fuck that woman at the clubhouse. Never.
My pussy was so swollen it throbbed, and I could feel myself leaking like an overturned jar of honey through my panties and onto the leather seat.
“You’re making a mess of me,” I said, voice threadbare.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Don’t know what this is beyond fuckin’ necessary ’cause if I don’t get my mouth on you, my cock in you, I think I’ll fuckin’ die, and that’s no joke. But it’s more than fun, it’s more than gettin’ my dick wet to feel good. It’s about you and me explorin’ somethin’ between us that feels like fire.”