This is when I notice the tattoos on his hands extend to his fingers. They’re a combination of symbols, letters, and numbers, and they send my head into a tailspin.
I’ve always thought tattoos were sexy. Roy said they were only for gangbangers. I still haven’t told him about the butterfly on my inner thigh. I got it in rebellion, and although I’ve been barely seen out of sweats ever since, that isn’t the sole cause of his unawareness.
He’d have to grant me more than five seconds of attention to notice anything, much less an object I’m purposely hiding from him.
I blink up at Nero when the last button is undone. He takes his time removing his shirt from his bulky shoulders like he too believes undressing is the longest part of any sexual encounter.
I’d be worried if he didn’t seem the type with a heap of stamina.
With his pants already huddled around his tattooed thighs, it doesn’t take longer than ten seconds for him to remove them. It would have been instantaneous with his shirt if he didn’t need to toe off his shoes.
As I drink in endless lines of ink and muscles, he tosses his shirt and pants onto the armchair he was seated on when I burst into his life.
Muscles I didn’t know existed pop when he steps closer. “Your turn.”
Not waiting for me to fathom a reply, much less answer him, he tugs on the lapels of my trench coat and guides it off my shoulders. Its whoosh when it floats to the floor matches the hiss that leaves his mouth when my breasts are fully exposed.
I’m one of those full-breasted girls.
I didn’t get just cleavage and a bit of side boob.
I got the works.
Nero likes what he sees and has no qualms about sharing his thoughts. “I knew your tits would be fantastic. I can’t wait to taste them.”
I thrust out my chest as if to say,Then what are you waiting for?
Nero’s husky laugh does wild things to my insides. “If I taste them, I’ll want to taste your pussy immediately after.”
“And that’s a problem because?”
My thighs clench when he mutters, “Because I need to start here first.” He drags his thumb over my bone-dry lips. “Before I move to here.” My nipples are awarded his attention next. “Then I’ll finish here.” I pant when his finger slips between the folds of my pussy. I’m wet, so he doesn’t face an ounce of resistance. “Fuck.” His one word is rough and unhinged, the very essence of a man on the brink of release. “You’re already drenched for me.”
When he peers down at me, lust snatches the last of my apprehension. I launch at him, propelling myself onto my tippy-toes. Our lips brush, and a moan vibrates through my chest. I don’t know if it came from Nero or me, but it sets off a frenzy of grunts, moans, and teasing licks.
There’s nothing sweet about our kiss. Nothing childish. It is the embrace of lust, and it makes me the wettest I’ve ever been.
As Nero’s fingers again get lost in my hair, I scrape the back of his head with my nails and draw him closer. It is a rough kiss, full of passion and driven by need.
In seconds, we’re on the mattress, tangled in a mess of legs and arms. Nero grinds against an area damp enough to need a Slippery When Wet sign displayed while I bury my face into his neck.
It’s hard to remain hidden when his lips lower to my breast. There’s no coverage, and I can’t help but stare.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, arching my back before he swirls his tongue around the puckered nub.
“Fucking divine.” He adds a scrape of his teeth this time before he shifts his focus to my left breast. “Your tits are perfect.”
After enough attention to have me dripping, his mouth lowers several inches. I try to encourage him straight to my pussy, hopeful a hurried shove will have him missing the rolls my stomach isn’t without even when I lay as straight as an ironing board.
He won’t allow it.
As he pinches my nipple, sending a yelp bouncing around the room, his tongue traces the lines the teddy marked my skin with before he spears it inside my belly button.
That has me moaning.
I had no clue my belly button was an erogenous zone.
I breathe heavily when Nero’s tongue finds the edge of my crotchless teddy. His fingers look prepared to travel the same route as his tongue, but something deviates their attention.
