by C. Michelle
“I know.” A cocky smirk comes across my face. “You’re not so bad yourself. How about we get started on doing what we do best?” On reflex, I raise my right eye brow twice.
“Oh, yes…but, later. Right now, we have gifts to take care of!” She excitedly jumps off me and makes me have a seat on the couch. She grabs the large frame that has the front covered in brown kraft paper and brings it to me. “Open it.” Nina nervously commands as she bites the side of her bottom lip and avoids making eye contact. Her behavior has me intrigued.
Slowly, I peel off the paper from the large square frame. I stretch my arms out holding the picture to see it in its entirety. Instantly, I’m overwhelmed with recent memories consisting of heartache, a sense of failure, but most important love…a love that has grown so rapidly in such a short amount of time. The candid black and white portrait is of Nina and me at a photo shoot by the cable car turntable at Fisherman’s Warf. She’s wearing a single piece white bathing suit with a red rose on the side of her hair. She’s inside the cable car and is standing slightly taller than me as she caresses my face. The picture was taken when I first professed my love to her, a bitter sweet moment filled with relief at finally expressing those sacred words and agony for not hearing them in return. It was a time when Nina was broken hearted due to my mistakes. Not only is it a snapshot of my love being unveiled, but it’s also a reminder of the pain I never want to cause my lady again. I love the gift.
“Thank you, baby. I’m blown away. This portrait of us is beautiful. It has an unconceivable amount of meaning, I’m glad the photographer was observant and took such a great shot. I love that the flower and your lips are the only things in color. The red is a great contrast against the black and white picture. It’s perfect.” I smile completely taken back and place the framed portrait to the side.
She lightly plants a kiss on my nose then positions herself on her knees right beside me. “You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it. Annnnd…a million thanks for my gifts! You’re so crazy, babe! I love it! Everyone at the office got a kick out of seeing me receive three books with three roses wrapped in ribbon every hour on the hour throughout the whole work day. My two dozen roses are gorgeous! I’ve never been given roses before…I adore them. And my books! Oh, my God! My favorite books are all signed by the authors! How did you know which books to get? And in such a short timeframe?” Nina’s absolutely beaming with genuine delight. “Oh, and Alex! She’s awesome! We had lunch and discussed a few things. She was a great surprise too! She’s coming over in a bit.”
I proudly grin. “I’m glad you like your gifts. I went through your phone, your Kindle, and your iPad to get an idea of what you would like the most…so, you’re welcome. All the authors I contacted were nice and more than willing to overnight me their signed books.” I ponder on her reading addiction for a few moments. “Damn, baby…your Goodreads’ list of books is ridiculous! I don’t think you have enough hours in this lifetime to complete your reading goals.”
She looks at me in shock. Her entrancing dark eyes are literally coming out of their sockets. “Babe! You can’t do that! You can’t just go through my things without asking. You have to respect my privacy.” She half-heartedly reprimands me for snooping through her things then slightly chuckles. “I know, I know…my list is never ending, but it’s not my fault. People constantly recommend new ones, it’s hard to resist a book that has such amazing reviews. Books are my crack!”
“Sorry.” I shrug my shoulders and state unabashed. “If that’s your addiction…I’ll take it without complaints. Oh, and by the way…my name is misspelled on your bag AND that’s not my picture.”
Nina laughs out loud. “Silly, babe! That’s Jake Ryan from the movie, Sixteen Candles! It’s a classic. The bag was actually my mom’s, but she gave it to me because I love it so much.” She scrunches her face and chuckles softly. “As for Alex, she surprised me at my office and told me you had hired her to be my tattoo artist. I requested an extended lunch break. We went out to eat and I reviewed her portfolio. We discussed my ideas for tattoos and came up with a design and plan. She’ll be starting my first tat today and in time, she’ll finish the complete design. I told her I wanted to cover up my gunshot wound by my shoulder. Alex told me she couldn’t cover the wound just yet because it’s not completely healed. I’m tired of being reminded of that horrible day your father shot me. So, tonight she’ll just do one art piece on my back that should only take an hour and later, she’ll continue to add to it. I’m so excited! I’m going to change before she gets here. Thank you for listening and surprising me with this thoughtful gift.”
“You’re welcome, baby. You can trust Alex. I’ve known her for several years. She’s an amazing artist.”
Just then, the doorbell rings. Before I open the door, Nina gives me a brief kiss and rushes upstairs to change into something more loose and comfortable. I open the door and see Alex with an evil smirk planted on her face. As she enters the door, I hug my dear friend tightly. Alex is one of the few women who has my absolute respect. She’s beautiful in her own way. She has a pretty face that has several piercings. Her build is on the thicker side and always covers her body with layers of clothing. I’ve never seen her wear makeup and she usually has her hair in a crew cut style.
I direct Alex to my bedroom to have her set up by my bedside. Nina seems nervous and excited about getting permanently inked. She’s had some food, but I stop her from drinking beer. She has to remain sober until today’s artwork is done. Once Alex is set up, she’s ready to begin putting her creation on Nina.
Nina lies down on her side with her back facing Alex. She has her hair in a bun, is wearing a black tube top with no bra, and loose grey shorts for comfort. She’s rapidly devouring a bag of Wild Berry flavored Skittles due to the thrill that’s creeping up on her. I ignore Alex and focus my attention on Nina. Her face is completely animated. She’s anxiously anticipating the puncturing on her delicate skin. Once Alex is done cleaning and prepping Nina’s shoulder blade, I put on some music and press shuffle to hear some variance. The song, “Come Here” by Talib Kweli and Miguel begins to play, instantly Nina’s stimulated facial expression softens to a sweet and calm countenance.
As I lie on the bed facing Nina, Alex warns us to be still. The last thing she wants is to make any mistakes on my lady’s flawless skin. The buzzing sound of the tattoo gun blends in with the background music. “Tell me what you’re getting. I’m curious.” I ask as I soak in her presence to my memory.
Nina stays still as the needle pierces her delicate skin for the first time. She shuts her eyes and scrunches her face tightly. “I’m getting red roses.” She answers softly.
I try to distract Nina in a poor attempt to lessen her pain. “Roses are beautiful, but why red roses?”
Her facial mien is tense, but she handles the aggravating feeling well by maintaining deep controlled breaths. “Because they symbolize love.” She gradually opens her eyes and locks them with mine. “A love I never felt for myself throughout several years. I never want to be without it again. Growing up, I hated my body. I was ashamed of it and myself. In time, I learned to love me, my body, and my flaws. I’m far from perfect, but I accept me for me. Now, I’m comfortable within my own skin and I’m giving my body beautiful roses to symbolize my love. This tattoo is for me, no one else.”
I grab her Skittles candy from her hand and place one piece gently in her mouth. She accepts it with a wide grin then returns to shutting her eyes tight. Although she’s not complaining of pain, the effort she makes in maintaining still while experiencing an electrical pulse on and off is evident. I take a piece of candy for myself and gently slide my lips against hers in a stroking motion. I stop and plant a kiss on her soft luscious lips. Slowly, she welcomes me into her mouth. As her tongue gracefully glides with mine, I revel in its sweet taste. The rigidity on her face has softened. Despite the buzzing sound of the tattoo gun and the burning sensation she’s experiencing, she manages to give herself to me.
; I signal Alex to stop for a second. Briefly, I lower myself slightly. I nod to Alex so she can continue with her work. Gently, I begin kissing and caressing my lady’s chest then I pinch her elongated nipples over her shirt. Knowing she wants me and is struggling to contain herself from giving in provides me a sense of satisfaction. I’m in awe that she hungers me despite the pain she’s experiencing. I lower my head and release her large, creamy breast. I continue to stroke it with my lips and tongue, but once I reach her pink tender nipple, I graze it with my teeth then, I suck…hard. A moan escapes her. Her breathing escalates. As I’m sucking and biting my lady’s nipple, I grab another piece of candy and place it in Nina’s mouth. Immediately, she grabs ahold of my index finger with her teeth. She remains still with the exception of her tongue licking and twirling around my finger. I close my eyes and visualize her doing that to my dick. The dick that so desperately wants to be inside her, fucking her like a mad man. I need to feel her. I lower my free hand. I place it beneath her shorts and panties as I continue to provide her breasts with my mouth’s undivided attention. I work my hand down to her entrance. Her opening is slick with enthusiasm, welcoming me home, anxious for me to be inside. I rub her sex as I continue to suck and bite down on her chest. After reveling in her wetness, I feel at home just by inserting a finger and gently gliding it continuously at a slow pace. Pure ecstasy.
“How do you feel, baby?” I look up at her exquisite face and ask with a mouthful of her delicious breast. “Is the pain tolerable? Do you want me to stop?”
Nina’s eyes remain closed. She’s no longer in pain…her arousal has completely taken over her mindset. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” She breathes out heavily. “Don’t stop, babe. Please…don’t stop. I’m about to cum. Make me cum, daddy. Show me how much you love my pussy and how much you’ve missed me.” She whimpers.
“You’re always in my heart. But, this isn’t YOUR pussy anymore, baby. It’s MINE. All MINE.” I growl as I stroke her sex, insert a second finger, and rub her clit in a continuous motion. I disregard our surrounding and the buzzing sound that’s right by our side. On cue, I feel my lady’s body slightly tense with amazing self-control along with a gush of her delicious nectar.
She does her best to contain her panting. “Babe, I love you so much. Words can’t describe how incredible you make me feel.”
“Mmm…” I moan. “Wait until I continue with you tonight.”
Breathing hard, she slightly raises my head away from her breast. She observes my face for several seconds with a look of eagerness and hunger penetrated deep in her features. “Continue now.” My insatiable lady demands.
I stare at her as I briefly unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. She gives me a devious smile.
I signal Alex to stop. The buzzing sound of the tattoo gun instantly comes to a halt. I gradually slide myself upwards with my cock discreetly leaving a trail of precum on my lady’s legs and inner thighs. Nina’s face is now peacefully resting on my chest.
“Wait. Take this off.” She attempts to yank my shirt off. In a swift motion, I remove it leaving my chest bare and ready for her master touch. Once again, I gesture Alex to continue with her art piece. She nods and focuses on her work while the buzzing sound resumes.
As soon as the needle pierces Nina’s skin, she buries her face onto my chest and wraps her arm around me. Unhurriedly, her luscious lips glide across my chest as she quietly moans. Then the sucking and biting begins. “Mmm…papi…you taste so fuckin’ good. I can’t wait to be one with you.” She sighs and steadily rakes her nails along my lower back.
Fuck me.
Without hesitation, I lower my hand, slide her loose shorts and panties aside, then position myself right at her entrance. Since her pain tolerance is high, I take a chance to turn her fantasy into a reality. I lower my head and raise hers. Like a magnetic force, our lips instantly gravitate to each other. “I need you…to remain still.” I say in between kisses. “I’m going to fuck you slow and deep, baby.”
She inhales deeply and gently lets out a moan into my mouth as her tongue continues to gracefully caress mine.
No need to wait. I enter her tight opening and on reflex, she carefully wraps her leg around my hip. Besides that movement, her body makes a great effort to remain motionless. The deeper I enter, the louder her moan. Now, her breathing has quickened and her self-control is rapidly slipping. “Nina, you can’t move. If you move, I’ll punish you. I won’t move inside you at all.”
“No, babe. I’ll be good.” She distraughtly pants. “Please…I need to feel your fat dick pounding me. I need you to fuck me…hard.” My beautiful lady pleads with absolutely no shame, completely disregarding Alex, our only audience.
Her inner walls tightly grasp me inside her. I yearn to stroke her aggressively, but decide to savor this delicious instant a bit longer. I look down at her and clearly notice her desperation for more penetration. The feeling is mutual. But still, I continue to relish in this unique moment where I feel so intimate with her despite our lack of privacy…but that’s what she wanted, so that’s exactly what she’s getting.
Slowly, I back away cautious not to move her body along with mine, her opening constricts franticly for me to remain inside. Cautiously, I penetrate myself deep inside her tight, wet, enchanting pussy once again. Nina closes her eyes and releases a loud moan. Then, she anxiously begins to suck on my chest, not once shifting her body. My slow and deliberate rhythm continues for some time. Then I feel her nails on my lower back sink into my skin and feel her pussy convulsing hard on my throbbing cock. The sensation is mind blowing. I can’t contain myself any longer and join her during her release. The scent of her hair, the sweetness of her lips, and smoothness of her satin skin become instantly etched in my recollection of this evening.
I allow some time to pass before I remove myself from Nina. She doesn’t want to let go and neither do I, but eventually we separate. Alex stops briefly allowing me the chance to get up. I head to the kitchen bringing back some water for my lady and return to feeding her Skittles. The music continues to play, the buzzing sound of the tattoo gun is irrelevant, and my lady’s lovely face reflects complete satisfaction. She appears sedated and numb to the piercing and burning sensation on her delicate skin.
Once Alex has completed the first phase of Nina’s body art, she provides Nina with an oversized mirror and quickly gathers her belongings. “Nina, check out your new tat. What do you think?”
My lady gets up from the bed and heads to the master bath to see the work of art that has been permanently penetrated onto the back of her right shoulder. Nina lets out a high shriek then rushes Alex with a big embrace. “Thanks so much, Alex. I love it!”
Alex returns the hug a bit embarrassed. “Okay, you two, it’s been fun.” She laughs to herself. “Nina, I’ll see you soon so that I can finish your tattoo. Okay?” Alex looks at Nina with genuine admiration.
“Yes, it’s a date! Oh, and I’m sorry you had to bear witness to my man fondling me inappropriately.” Nina’s eyes light up as she elatedly bites down on her luscious bottom lip.
“Consider it forgotten.” Alex winks at Nina and leaves to spend the remainder of Valentine’s Day with her partner.
I pick up Alex’s things, discreetly put money into one of her bags, and walk Alex to her car. “Thank you.” My face is beaming.
“You can thank me by taking me out to lunch one of these days. Don’t be such a stranger. I can’t believe Mr. Fucks-them-and-leaves-them is finally settling down. Wow. I’m happy to see you finally got stung by the love bug.” Alex giggles and gets inside her car.
“I can’t believe it either, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I walk back to my house grinning.
When I step foot inside, I get taken back by my lady’s exquisite, naked curves. She’s leaning to the side against the wall drinking a beer straight from the bottle, she captivatingly maintains eye contact, then seductively beckons me to her.
I don’t move. Her picturesque figu
re has me at a standstill. Every position that I plan on fucking Nina in comes to mind. Instantly, I snap out of my trance. There’s no time to waste. I need to be in her.
“Why so pensive?” She asks with a smirk on her face then takes a swig of her beer.
“Just enjoying the view.”
“Is that right?” She flirtatiously asks. “Like what you see?”
“Everything. I love everything I see. Now, it’s time for me to fuck and savor every bit of you. Come here. Give daddy some sugar.” I demand.
“Gladly.” Nina responds. She approaches me and holds me tightly...ready, desperate, excited to be with me once again. Reminding me with her kisses and touch that this is home, this is where I belong…by her side.
Chapter 3 (Kade)
Wild Beast
My eyes are closed, I’m half asleep. The sound of a tortured cat wakes me from my dream. I’m tired. I’m not ready to open my eyes just yet. I’m still incoherent and can barely make out the terrifying, yet annoying sound. It’s worse than the ear-splitting buzzer from my alarm clock. Can someone please take that poor animal out of its misery and let me sleep? Vaguely, I tune in on the wailing from the cat. To my surprise, I make out words from the horrific shilling sound. Instantly, my eyes open wide.
To my surprise, I wake to see Nina sitting right by me on my bed with a cheesy smirk on her face. “Cheesecake! What the fuck? What are you doing?” I yell as I check the time from the clock on my side dresser. “It’s barely five in the morning¸ you crazy nut!”
Nina sighs at me dreamily. “I know. I want us to go for a run before work. Josh just dropped me off. He’s on his way to the airport to catch the first flight to Arkansas. Come on. Let’s go. Pleeeeeease!” She begs.
It’s too early to register her words. “Shhh...listen.” Only silence surrounds us. It slowly dawns on me the sound of the tortured cat is no longer there. Then a ludicrous thought occurs me. “Cheesecake, while I was sleeping, were you by any chance singing?”