Snowbound Ink

by Veronica Tower

  He worked his way higher, toward her clit which was covered, like the tattoo, by her hand.

  Finally, his fingers covered hers. “Let me see, Liz,” he whispered. “I’m not…”

  His voice trailed off as she let him move her fingers. The light from the hallway wasn’t particularly strong, but it was obvious that he could see something was different on her pussy.

  “What did you…Oh, Liz, you didn’t!” His hot voice nearly burst with excitement. “Let me see!” he told her. “Where’s the damn light! I want to see!”

  “Really?” Liz asked as she lazily reached over to the lamp on her nightstand. “You might not think you have the best surprise if you do…”

  Travis was grinning ear to ear from between her legs. “Let me see it, you little vixen!”

  Liz clicked on the light, making both of them blink even though it really wasn’t that bright. Travis framed the tattoo between the spread fingers of both hands, beaming with excitement and pleasure. “Oh, Liz, you are so perfect! Is this what you were talking about Monday night?”

  “No, that’s the one on my ass, silly!” Liz told him. “Of course, it’s—”

  She didn’t finish because suddenly Travis was kissing the honeybee, sucking hard on the design before popping back up and letting his dexterous tongue trace the outline on her skin.

  Liz had thought he would be excited but somehow she hadn’t grasped the intensity of his pleasure. He went down on the spot again as if he thought the picture was a little clitoris and he could make her come just by sucking on it.

  Not that what he was doing felt in any way bad. The flesh of her mound had always been sensitive and it was damn sexy to have him licking and kissing her this way.

  She began to squirm beneath him, enjoying the stimulation even as she wished he would remember that her pussy and clit were only a very short distance away.

  Perhaps Travis got the message, because his finger slipped inside her while his tongue continued to trace the lines of her new tattoo. Two days of anticipation caught up with her and a new orgasm began to build deep inside her loins, crouching like a lioness preparing to spring.

  Travis switched back to sucking on her, pulling wetly on the inked flesh like he wanted to give her a hickey. She tried to move his mouth away but he was strong enough that when he got an idea in his head, it wasn’t easy for her to physically dissuade him.

  His finger in her vagina stirred around until it found the magical spot on the roof of her passage that sparked firework displays beneath her eyelids.

  Her groin lifted of its own accord, forcing herself harder against his mouth. She tried again to shift his lips away from her tattoo and this time he consented, moving with her hands to engulf her clitoris and suck the swollen nub between his sharp teeth.

  Her fingers clenched in his hair, pulling hard as a spasm wrenched her body. “Oh, Travis,” she whispered, “just like that. Do it again! Just like—Ohhh!”

  Travis increased the pressure on her clitoris, sucking furiously at her wet flesh while Liz’s body squirmed delightfully beneath him. His fingers slipped beneath her and dug cruelly into her ass, permitting him to increase the pressure he brought to bear with his mouth.

  Liz cried out again. Her fingers pulled so hard on his head that they threatened to pull out huge clumps of his hair, but Travis didn’t seem to mind. He kept his lips sucking hard on her clitoris while he brought the tip of his tongue against the ultra sensitive end.

  “Oh, God!” Liz screamed loud enough to be heard in the adjoining apartments.

  Suddenly Travis was rearing up in front of her, his erection rekindled by his excitement. He wasted no time in getting it between her legs and then he was thrusting deep inside her, taking her clit from beneath as his thumb continued to ride it from above.

  She screamed again, shrieking out her excitement until she got a hand on a pillow which she used to muffle her endless cries.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Homecoming

  Kara

  “Kara?”

  “Hmmm? What?”

  Kara rolled over with a start, scrambling away from the blurry shape unexpectedly looming over her bed.

  “Hey!” Ron exclaimed as he rapidly backed away from her in an effort to appear less threatening. “It’s just me. It’s just me!”

  “Ron?” Kara asked. The moment of fear at finding a man unexpectedly in her room with her had done a lot to banish the sleepiness at least for the short term, but she still felt confused and disoriented by his arrival. “Where did you—how did you get here?”

  Ron sat down on the side of the bed and opened up his arms to her. “Dulles Airport never got that far behind in its passenger service, but lots of people evidently gave up on their flights anyway.” He shrugged. “I was able to bump up my ticket.”

  Kara crawled back across the bed toward him to give him a welcome home hug. “And you couldn’t call?”

  Ron wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “My phone service was spotty in Washington and then I thought it would be better to surprise you. Sorry I scared you when I woke you up.”

  “That’s okay,” Kara told him, snuggling into the crook of his arm and resting her hand against the hard muscles of his abdomen. “I’m glad you got home. It’s been a weird week and I missed you.”

  Ron’s arms tightened for a moment, then he released her with his right hand so he could use his fingertip to tilt her face up toward his. “I missed you too, more than you could know.”

  His lips came down to hers and he kissed her very gently, sweetly playing with her tongue.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned when he broke contact with her. “That was worth waiting for.”

  In the back of her mind, the memory of the company that was courting him flickered into existence. She kissed him again so she wouldn’t break the moment by bringing up difficult topics.

  This time it was his turn to moan a little. “Mmmmm, I like the way you do that,” he told her.

  They stretched out together on the bed, side by side. Ron had on comfortable traveling clothes—a t-shirt with an unbuttoned flannel shirt on top of it; Kara wore a long comfortable nightgown. Ron kicked his shoes off and entwined his feet with Kara’s.

  “So how was your week?” he asked. “I feel like we’ve hardly talked at all this trip. A long way from those nights we used to heat up the phone lines until two or three in the morning.”

  Kara felt guilty about that. Monday night had been her fault, her inability to readily deal with difficult moments in their relationship. The rest, of course, had been job and weather related.

  Thinking of weather reminded her it had been snowing when she went to bed. “How did you get in?” she asked. “Even if they’re clearing up the airport in Washington, isn’t it snowing out here?”

  “It’s getting pretty bad out there,” Ron agreed, “but they’re still squeezing a few planes in. I don’t know if you’ve figured this out yet, but God sends snowstorms to give us extra time together—not to keep us apart.”

  Kara found herself smiling as recollections of half a dozen snows flickered up out of her memory. She hadn’t thought of it quite that way before, but Ron was right. The snow had always worked in their favor, even if it did sometimes inconvenience them by knocking out their phone service.

  “You know,” Ron told her, “there’s a good chance you’re not going to be able to go to work in the morning. The plows are out, but the snow is coming down pretty heavy.”

  “Really?” Kara asked. She finally thought about time and saw on the nightstand that it was just after two in the morning. She thought about her new tattoo and piercing. “Then maybe there will be time for me to give you a surprise I’ve been working on.”

  “A surprise?” Ron repeated. He perked up, pushing himself on one arm so he could look down at her. “I love surprises! And I’ve got one for you too!”

  Kara feared she knew what that surprise was, but she didn’t want Ron’s new job to
spoil their reunion.

  She slipped an arm around Ron’s head and gently pulled him back down to her. “I like surprises too,” she said before she kissed him. “Do you mind if I give you mine first?”

  She’d thought a lot about how she wanted Ron to discover her gift and it seemed to her that she had the perfect opportunity here if Ron would play along. She kissed him again to set the stage, then told him. “But you’re going to have to earn it.”

  “However will I do that?” Ron teased.

  “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Kara teased him back.

  Ron’s lips pressed back against hers and he began to more thoroughly explore her mouth while she ran her fingers through his short hair. His hands began to caress her as well, tracing lazy circles on her sides and stomach while his tongue danced with hers. He took his time, waiting to reach her breasts until his lips began to migrate south, kissing her chin and sucking lightly on the pulse beating in her neck.

  Kara closed her eyes and tried to relax, but her mind gravitated to Washington and the job that Ron had been offered there. She didn’t want to go, but she realized now that she would have to try it for him. She didn’t want to be what held him back from pursuing his dreams. That wasn’t the recipe for long-term happiness in a relationship. She could probably rent the house, even in this economy, and there certainly ought to be jobs for accountants in the nation’s capital with all of the money floating around the city.

  Ron’s fingers touched the underside of her breasts, feather-light in their caresses. Despite Kara’s distraction, her nipples began to swell beneath her nightgown. She loved the way that Ron’s fingers moved her, not to mention his lips and tongue and other, stronger, portions of his anatomy.

  His lips moved down to the top of her cleavage—the little bit that showed beneath this old comfortable nightgown. His fingers crept up to the top of her breast where he began to lightly roll her engorging nipple back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Mmmmmm,” she moaned again.

  Ron kissed her breasts through the nightgown even as he began to inch the fabric upward past her knees. That slow creep of cloth was something he’d mastered long ago. She thought that he intended for her to just suddenly notice she was naked from the ribs down, but what it really did was heighten all of her senses—focusing them tightly on the progress the hem was making as it slowly revealed her body below her waist.

  She let him play as the cool night air in her bedroom began to caress her inner thighs. Ron’s mouth moistened the smooth cloth of her nightgown as he began to nurse on her nipple through the fabric. His hand left off its gentle pulling on her clothing to slip south and ever so lightly touch the smooth soft flesh of her upper legs. Her knees began to tremble, even though she wasn’t standing. And the minute vibration seemed to work its way into the rest of her body as Ron continued to expose and caress her.

  Cool air brushed against the lips of her pussy as Ron’s fingertips encouraged her to spread her legs. Then he was shifting around on the bed beside her so that his legs came up near her head and his mouth hovered over her still-clad crotch. Any second now he’d discover the surprise she had waiting for him—any second now and he would finish pulling her nightgown up above her waist and discover the stud in her labia and the tattoo on her smooth brown flesh.

  His head ducked between her legs, his tongue flicking out to taste her lower lips. She wondered if the light from the hallway would cause the stud to sparkle or if he’d have to wait to feel it with his tongue in the darkness.

  He licked her again, still not noticing the first half of her surprise for him. The broad tip of his tongue flitted out to trace an inch long swath of the moist gates of her pussy. The angle clearly frustrated him, because he suddenly straddled her chest with his still clothed legs and lowered his face directly onto her pussy, sucking gently on the flesh as he pulled first one labia, and then the other, into the warmth of his mouth.

  “What’s this?” Ron asked her suddenly as his fingers slid her nightgown up around her navel. “You got— Oh my, Kara! Why didn’t you tell me how busy you’ve been?”

  “I wanted to surprise you,” Kara told him. She couldn’t be more pleased by the catch in his voice, although she wished he could have been naked right now so she could search for further signs of how pleased he was with his discovery.

  “This is…wow!” Ron said. “You got a tattoo, too! Didn’t you?”

  There was nothing even slightly hostile in the accusation—just raw excitement over uncovering his woman’s intimate secrets.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” Ron asked. “I wanted to be there with you—to hold your hand and take care of you afterwards.”

  “Liz and Thea went with me,” Kara told him.

  “Just let me get the light,” Ron said. But rather than get out of bed to go flick the switch, he twisted about, opened the nightstand drawer, and pulled out a small flashlight he’d put there in case they lost power in the middle of the night.

  The light flicked on, making his discovery feel more secretive and intimate.

  “Oh, wow,” he said as his fingers traced the tattoo for the first time. “You got snowflakes—that’s just perfect. And my name! Kara, you put my name on your flesh.”

  He bent down and tenderly kissed the spot where she had permanently adorned herself. “This is so beautiful. You are so beautiful! Thank you!”

  He kissed her again, then shone his light on the stud glistening against her lower lips. “And you really pierced yourself too!” he said. “I have to admit that I wasn’t sure you’d do this for me.” Very gently, he touched the stud, then caressed the surrounding flesh. She was still bruised down there but she didn’t want him to stop stroking her. Every time he touched her he sent shivers of pleasure radiating throughout her body.

  His tongue flicked out and ever so gently tasted her flesh around the stud.

  This time he noticed her quivering.

  “You like that, do you?” he asked.

  He licked her again while gently separating her outer labia with the tip of his forefinger.

  Her quivering intensified.

  “I think you know this already,” he whispered, “but I’m in love with you. And tonight I’m going to show you how very special you’ve just made me feel.”

  This time he used the flat of his tongue, licking her along the whole length of her outer labia. The friction of his tongue on her new stud made it pull slightly in her flesh while his finger tickled her body from the inside.

  She had to force herself to concentrate on keeping the cool night air flowing in and out of her lungs.

  He licked her again while his finger moved to her inner labia, easing them apart as he probed the gateway to her inner sanctum.

  Even in the darkness she could tell how tense he had become. She could feel it in the muscles of his legs and catch glimpses of it in the flickering beam of the flashlight when it twisted in Ron’s hand and revealed the significant bulge in his pants.

  He dropped the light to better concentrate on her pussy, licking her from top to bottom with long slow motions of his tongue. He started at her clitoris, whirling his tongue about it, stabbing it where it peaked out of its hood, then teasing it with the flat breadth of his tongue again as he traced her slit and lapped up her juices.

  Every muscle in her body felt over charged and ready to explode. Ron had made her come a lot of times in the past fifteen months, but she never recalled such a slow, patient and utterly excruciating build up before.

  She tried to unzip his pants, but he reached back and caught her hand with his.

  “Not yet, beautiful,” he whispered. “Right now is all about you. Then I’m going to show you just how strongly I feel!”

  He resumed licking her, kissing her, teasing with his tongue, sucking gently on lips, stud and clitoris while gently caressing and scratching her with his fingertips and nails until her whole body clenched tight and released again in one slow-shuddering, mammot
h climax that caught her up from pussy to skull and from fingertips to toes.

  When she could think properly again, Ron was gently kissing her wet thighs while carefully slipping out of his flannel shirt.

  “That was, that was, wonderful,” Kara told him. “I don’t think we—my orgasms are usually so…well, violent for want of a better word.”

  Ron slipped off his t-shirt. The small illumination still provided by the flashlight where it lay on the sheets showed Kara his hard abs and well-developed chest. She hadn’t realized it until just now, but he’d been getting physically larger and more developed over the last year. She knew he worked out but she hadn’t realized he was trying to become even more fit and stronger for her. And it was for her, she realized.

  Sometimes she wondered how she’d been so fortunate to get Ron in her life. It perplexed her—he was young, strong, incredibly handsome and so very bright. He had his whole world in front of him, and yet he’d spent fifteen months with a woman fifteen years his senior who didn’t even have the advantage of being wealthier than he. But much of the beauty of their relationship was that Ron greeted her presence by his side with the same wonder and confusion she felt about his attraction to her. Something was very right indeed in the world when two lovers both felt they were the luckiest people on the earth.

  “I’ve had a lot of opportunity to think in these past few days,” Ron told her as he pulled the socks off one after the other. “Having this job offered to me was a very heady thing and it’s made me consider what I need to be happy in life.”

  He slipped out of his pants and briefs and held them up before him for a moment while he dug into his pocket.

  Kara knew she should let her man talk now, but her insecurity over this new job bubbled forth despite the languor infusing her after her lengthy climax. “How much have they offered you?”

  “The dinner meeting went well Tuesday night,” Ron told her. If he was frustrated that she’d interrupted him, she could not detect it in his voice. He folded the pants in half and laid them on the foot of the bed where Kara strongly suspected they would be knocked to the floor when they started making love again. “Frank and I got along real well. He told me they wanted to hire me and gave me his bottom line offer—one hundred sixty-two thousand plus a lot of perks.”