Calmly, Carefully, Completely(86)

She looks back, rolling a little to look at what I drew, and I see the side of her naked breast. Good God. I scrub a hand down my face.

“I like it, but I was thinking more dainty, with vines. Maybe up my side.” She pushes the blankets lower, and I can see the indentations on top of her butt and the elastic of her panties.

“You want thorns?” I ask as I start to draw.

She shakes her head, giggling as I move my way up her side. “That tickles,” she laughs.

“Whatever you get, we’ll have Logan draw it so it’ll be spectacular. Then I can ink you.” I draw vines all the way up her side, and then put a flower on the side of her breast that I can see. I’m a guy. I can’t avoid touching it. It’s there. I want it. “Roll over just a little,” I say, and I give her a nudge.

“Why?” she asks. But she’s already covering her breasts with her hands as she rolls. I rearrange her fingertips over her left boob so I can finish my drawing. I think I catch a flash of her nipple, and I suck in a breath.

“So pretty,” I breathe.

“Can I see it?” she asks quietly.

“Not until I’m done.” She relaxes as I keep drawing across her stomach. But she’s still, so I nudge her again to get her to roll over. “We could give you a tramp stamp,” I say.

“What’s that?” She giggles.

“A tattoo right over your butt. They used to be really popular.” I start to write some words on top of her butt, and the elastic of her undies gets in my way. “Can I pull these down a little?” I ask quietly. I’m getting into dangerous territory, and I know it.

“Yeah,” she breathes. It’s no more than a puff of air, but it sounds like an air horn.

I fold her panties down so that I can see the tops of her butt cheeks. I smile as I draw. I f*cking love that she trusts me this much. “You definitely need a tattoo here,” I say. I rock my hips against the mattress, trying to adjust and ease some of the ache in my balls. It doesn’t work.

I give her my shirt to cover her boobs because I can’t stand to look at them plump around her fingertips when she rolls over. I’m too far gone. I gently turn her and lay the shirt over her boobs so I can see her belly. It’s flat, and her hips are curvy. I pull her panties down a little so I can draw down the side of her hip.

“You can take them off,” she whispers. Her words are soft but heavy. They fall on my ears like booms of thunder. I’m on my knees between her bent legs, and I look into her face.

“You sure?” I ask.

I can’t help but remember the last time I helped her with her panties, but I push those memories away, and I kiss the inside of her thigh before I pull her undies down her legs and toss them to the side. I draw across her hip, but I keep blankets bunched on the area where I’m not working. I kiss her belly button and dip my tongue inside. She squirms and eases out a breath.

“We should pierce you here,” I say. “You have the perfect belly for it.”

“Where else would you pierce me?” she asks. Her voice is quivering, and I f*cking love it. She’s so turned on that she rocks her hips up toward my face while I draw over the top of her curly short hairs, the ones that cover her mound. I pull the blankets lower and sift my fingers through her hair and dip into the wet crease. “Here,” I say.

“There?” she breathes, but she squirms against my hand, so I push a little harder. I very gently spread her legs and ease down between them, setting my pens to the side. “All done tattooing me?” she asks. She’s breathing like she just ran a five-minute mile.