Palmer
I peelthe bandage off my tattoo and admire it in the bedroom mirror."I can't believe I did it."
"I can."Charlieis stretched across my bed, watching me."You've got more badass in you than you give yourself credit for."
I look over my shoulder at him."Not sure I canshowmy mother, though. Unless I wear something short, she probably won't ever see it. So maybe not that badass."
Hesitsup andholdsopen his arms. Iwalkinto them andstandbetween his knees. He squeezes my backside."Yes. That badass."
His handsslideinto my shorts, and, already unzipped, he pushes them to the floor. He grips myhipsand turns me to the side so he can inspect the tat upclose. I opted for something small for my first one, a little lacrossestickagainst the Battle logo with a daisy accent in stark black linework. It's like a sticker."Didn't she do a great job?"
Hemovesover it with a lighttouch."It's perfect. But why a daisy and not the state flower to go with the flag?"
"Black-eyed Susans are pretty, but daisies are my favorite."I gesture to the painting on my wall and the daisy-adorned bedspread."You haven't noticed?"
He presses a softkissover the tat, then turns me facing him and presses akissover my panties."I've only been noticing you,"he murmurs against my thighs."I missed you."
"Me, too."I thread my fingers through his hair and let my headfallback as he blows a stream of hot air over my pussy. His hands grip my backside, holding me upright as if he knows I'm seconds from melting into a puddle at his feet. He nuzzles his nose in between my legs and nips at my inner thigh.
"I need to get inside you,"he growls, lapping at my heat through my panties.
"Please,"I pant, my pulse already topping out. I hook my hands in the sides of my underwear andslidethem down, kicking them and my shorts to the side.Charliegrunts and dives in, holding me still while he laps and licks and sucks at all my sensitive spots.
He grips myhipsand turns to toss me on the bed. I scoot upward, stripping off mytopand bra, while he undoes his belt and lowers his trousers. He crawls onto the bed over me, fastening his mouth overmine. I work at his buttons andpushthe shirt off hisshoulders. He's more tan, but his hot, sleek skin and rippling muscles are the same, and touching him is like coming home. I sigh into his mouth and suck on histongueas I spread my legs around his thick thighs. With my heels, I finish pushing his boxers and pants off his legs. We're panting and naked, hiscocksliding along my slick folds.
"Charlie, please,"I moan, reaching between us to grab his steel. It's been only a days, but it might as well have been a lifetime since he's filled me, and I'm aching for him.
"Hang on, baby,"he says, nipping at my ear."I need a condom."
It takes him seconds to grab one from the box on my nightstand andslideit on. As soon as it's in place, I yank him down ontopof me and hook my ankles together at the small of his back so I canpushhim in. He grunts once he's fully seated, and westartrocking together.
"My baby's greedytonight,"he pants in my ear as he nips my lobe and licks the spot he knows drives me crazy.
"It's been way too long,"I moan."Your dick has spoiled me. My vibrator doesn't do the trick anymore."
"No?"He lifts up on his arms and pivots hiships, each plunge of his thickcockinside of me setting off sparks."Where is it?"
"What?"
"Your vibrator. Battery-operatedboyfriend. Dildo."
"I think,"I swallow thickly."I think it's only a dildo if it doesn't have batteries."
"Yours does."
"And a remote."I arch my back, encouraging him to go deeper."Why are we talking about this now? You're here. I don't need BOB."
Hepullsout of me so fast he give me pussy whiplash. I very nearly cry."Hey!"
"Just a sec."He digs around in my nightstand drawer and comes up with my vibrating little friend. I blush as heholdsit up with an amused expression."How can I measure up to him?"
It's thick with simulated veins and ridges along the shaft, about nine inches long, and a set of artificial balls that vibrate. It's comparable in girth and length toCharlie. I don't tell him I traded in my original bullet vibrator after we started messing around, because after experiencingCharlie'ssex, the little vibrator that could couldn't anymore.
"Charlie,"I whine.
"Palmer,"he mimics me. He roots around in the drawer and comes up with the tiny remote."So, how does this work? Do you put it all inside you and press the big red button? Or do you work your way up to it?Showme."
I lick my lips and reach for it. His eyes track my every move as I rub the toy down my body. I roll the tip around my nipples, watching his eyes go dark. The rubber doesn't glide against my skin easily. Normally I add a bit of lube to help things along, buttonightI open my mouth and suck the toy between my lips, spreading the saliva around with mytongue. A low, feral hum comes out of him, his eyes still captivated by what I'm doing.
