Loved Anew - A Tattooed Brides Short Story

Our conversation stops when the food comes, both of us starving. Me for something else entirely, but this Lasagna Bolognese will have to do. She keeps looking up at me, peeking under her eyelashes. When I make eye contact back, she ducks her head blushing ever so vividly. Once I have paid our check, I walk us outside the restaurant, and I can’t hold it in any longer. As the valet goes to get the car, I wrap one hand around the back of her neck, walking her backward toward the brick wall.

“I have been waiting all night to do this.” My mouth moves down to hers. I don’t bother waiting for her to comply, my tongue demands she open for me and she doesn’t disappoint. Our tongues introduce themselves back and forth, both filled with so much passion and need. Her arms wrap around my neck as she moans into my mouth. My body grinds into hers, trying to pound its way into her. Even through our clothes. He has no shame.

“Tell me to stop Marilyn. Tell me this is moving too fast for you. Fuck baby. Tell me you don’t want this. Cause God help me, if you don’t stop me right now, I am going to take you to my house, strip all these offensive clothes that are keeping me from you off, and I am going to fuck my life into you. Including my baby. If you don’t fucking stop me, right fucking now.” I growl the last part out, my lower half still grinding into her.

My mouth moves down her neck, my teeth sinking in as I try to mark here everywhere I can. She leans her head to the side, giving me access, keening as she tries to climb me. I feel as if I am suffocating, holding my breath waiting for her answer. I hear the valet pull up and my body still won’t part form hers. It isn’t until she opens her mouth that the air comes into my lungs.

“Then take me home with you, Lars. Show me what I have been missing.”

Thank fuck.FiveMarilynGetting out of his car in front of his building, I don’t know what has come over me other than the fact that I have wanted this man for a year. Even in my deteriorating state I couldn’t deny how gorgeous he was and that if I could feel, well let’s just say my lady bits would have been weeping all over him.

“You sure about this Marilyn? I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to. I just...I have been waiting for you to get better so I can make you mine. So, tell me now if this is not what you want.” he pins me against the front door of his place, waiting on my answer. Instead of answering him with words, I put one hand behind his neck and pull myself into him. Our mouths meet and my body lights up. Our tongues tangle for duality, each fighting to prove who wants it the most. His hands travel down to my hips, sending tingles through the rest of me. I moan into his mouth, encouraging him to continue. His hands on me feel right. Everything about him, this...us, feels right. I pull back, making sure to look him in the eyes so there is no misunderstanding.

“Does that answer your questions?” His nostrils flare. He takes a deep breath, grabs my hand and drags me through the living room. In the bedroom, he puts me in one corner as he stands in the other, barely able to contain himself. I can see the thinly veiled desire. The mountain of need and feral possessiveness coursing through him, hitting me in the heart. If I am honest, in my lady parts as well. Licking my lips, my chest begins to rise and fall as he starts pacing the room.

“Lars.” I whisper. More like whine desperate for him to come and finish what he has started

“Don’t Marilyn. I am functioning minimally as it is. Just...just stay right there. I need to calm down.” The struggle in his voice real, and so fucking hot.

“Why? Why do you need to calm down?” my body is on fire. Everything I never thought I wanted is standing in front of me.

“So, I don’t hurt you baby. What's coursing inside of me, is a feeling I have never felt, and I am not sure if I can hold back.”

Hearing the words set me ablaze. Seeing him, so conflicted is both endearing and frustrating. I can see him holding back trying to take it slow. Fuck it. Yes. I cursed. I push him back by his chest, and immediately begin removing my clothes. I take off my dress, standing before him in just my bra and panties.