She pulled her long reddish-brown curls over her left shoulder and turned sideways, unknowingly seductive as she raised her elbow and turned in a slow semicircle admiring his work. “You were perfect for it. So no more of you thinking you have to stay away to give me and Toby our space? We both miss you.”
“I want to be with you. And Toby is…he owns a big chunk of my heart too. I want you to be happy. I’ve missed you so much.”
“I want you to be happy too. We’re happy when you’re with us. He asks for you now more than Mimi. Come to my house and stay tonight. Not because I want you to feel obligated but because you want to be there. Be with us. With me.”
“I’d hug you if I could, Seth,” she murmured, indicating the freshly tattooed areas, as she came to him and offered him a kiss. “Wrap me up and take me home.”
At his house later that evening, he was just returning from tucking Toby into his crib, when he walked in the living room and found Jayne lying on her non-tattooed side watching the television. She looked up and smiled. “Lucy said good night. She took off a few minutes ago.”
“I thought I heard her car.”
“Toby sounds better today.”
“He does. Emma said that cold virus is in all the schools and day cares right now.”
Seth had been ambivalent about Toby going into day care, when he was still ironing out his legal status, but with his schedule, it was an unavoidable necessity. Ace Webster and Kemp Whittier were investigating the matter for him but Seth had known that would take some time. He knew Jayne would help as often as she could but he hadn’t wanted her to feel obligated and respected the fact that she had her own job and life to deal with.
So into day care Toby had gone, only to come down with a small cold the first week. Thankfully, all that remained of it was a case of the sniffles.
“How does it feel?” She slowly stroked the tattooed area, which was covered in plastic wrap and gauze tape, through her T-shirt.
“It tingles. I can’t believe it’s done. It’s so beautiful,” she murmured as she sat up and let him scoot in behind her on the couch. “I’m going to enjoy it.”
“Go around the house naked when we’re alone so both of us can enjoy it.”
She looked back at him and a wicked gleam came into Jayne’s eyes. “You’re naughty.” She tilted her head and received his kiss as he slid his fingertips beneath the elastic waistband of her yoga pants, steering clear of the tattoo, and inside her panties. She hissed when he brushed against her outer pussy lips and she rubbed her ass against his rapidly swelling cock. She shuddered as he slid a finger between her lips to stroke her clit and found her slick and hot, ready for him.
“So wet for me already.”
“Ever since we were at the studio.”
“Does it get you hot to be tattooed while you’re completely naked?”
Jayne chuckled softly. “Every time. I don’t know if it’s you, the endorphins, or if I’m a masochist, but I get hot every time I’m on your table.” Seth growled, knowing it was true. Her sweet scent had been intoxicating and distracting at every session. He strummed her clit as she moved against him, trying to take his fingers deeper. She moaned as he finally withdrew and patted her butt.
“Bed, baby. I want you but we’re going to have to be creative,” he said as he stroked her ribs gently over the T-shirt she wore. The plastic wrap needed to stay where it was taped over the tattoo at least another couple of hours.
Her hips swayed hypnotically as she preceded him down the hallway. She pulled the T-shirt over her head, revealing her unbound breasts, and slid her pants and panties down her hips and climbed onto the mattress. She sat back on her heels, waiting for him to undress. She was beautiful, perfect on his bed. He tore his T-shirt over his head and removed his jeans and boxers.
Love shone in her eyes as she released a soft sigh. When she gazed at him like that he felt like the only man in the world. He slid his fingertips down the silky curve of her spine as they came together again. Mine. He squeezed one ass cheek and murmured, “On your back, sweet Jayne. I want to lick your pussy.”
She’d just complied, spreading her shapely thighs, and revealing the juicy cunt he planned to eat all up, when Toby began to cry from his crib. Jayne smiled at him as he moaned in frustration. “Duty calls. I’ll be here when you get back, honey.” Teasing him mercilessly, the little vixen stroked her pussy and whispered, “Hurry back.”
He groaned. “Didn’t even get a taste. Be right back. No finishing without me.”
“I promise,” she replied with a giggle that morphed into a sexy sigh.
He slipped into his jeans and eased into Toby’s room, whispering soothingly to him as he lifted him from where he stood at the railing of his crib. “Hey, buddy. You wet already?” He felt the diaper and verified that fact.
Toby murmured, “Bunny,” and reached for his favorite stuffed animal which lay on his changing table. Seth must’ve forgotten it in the move from the table to the crib earlier. He handed him the bunny as he laid him down and made quick, quiet work of the diaper change and then tucked him back into bed with the bunny and his blanket.
“Now where were we?” he whispered to himself as he closed Toby’s bedroom door and slipped back down the hallway and into the master bedroom to find that Jayne had lit candles and turned down the covers on the bed. His cock had softened while caring for his son but the sight that greeted him had it hardening painfully quick. She was nude, kneeling on the bed with her back to him, knees spread wide. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the bed and waggled her bare ass and pussy at him playfully. Wicked invitation was clear in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him.
“Everything all right?”
He knew she referred to the baby but he growled and said, “Perfect,” as he removed his jeans once more. He stroked her labia and found her drenched and swollen with arousal. “What a naughty girl you are. Have you been playing?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’d planned to eat your little pussy up but I think maybe you need a spanking instead.”
She sat up again and turned toward him, enthusiasm written all over her face as she reached for his cock. “I do? Would you?” She bit her lip. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you, for…”
Enjoyment filled him at her eager curiosity. “Research? Baby, I’m all about helping you with research. Positions? Toys? Bondage? I am your man.” His cock swelled within her grasp.
“Bondage, huh? I need to know these things.” She watched him with hungry eyes as he settled on the side of the bed, facing her left side as she continued to kneel on the bed.
“Normally, I’d sit on the bed and lay you over my lap, with your upper body resting on my thigh and the mattress, but I don’t want to disturb the tattoo, so you stay right where you are.” She nodded eagerly, sounding a little breathless. He wrapped a hand around her left thigh, and traced his fingertips up her inner thigh, smiling as her eyelids slid closed and her cheeks filled with rosy color.
“Then when I’m done, you’ll already be in the perfect position for me to slide my cock into this”—he slid his fingers between her juicy lips—“little bit of heaven.” He had to stop himself from stroking her further, because she’d gone motionless and panting, and the silky flesh beneath his fingers trembled noticeably, signaling how close she was to orgasm. Her back arched and she whimpered imploringly.
In the mood to play, Seth chuckled. “Not until you’ve gotten that spanking. Don’t worry, we’ll get there eventually. You okay like this?” She bit her lip and nodded.
“Will we disturb Toby?”
“His bedroom door is closed, and so is ours.” It filled him with satisfaction that saying that came so easily. “He’s a pretty heavy sleeper but if he wakes up we’ll deal with it.” He prayed that he’d catch a break with the boy tonight. He’d missed Jayne and needed this time with her.
He squeezed her ass cheek which had a faint rosy tinge to it, wondering how she�
�d react. Without any more talk, he grasped her thigh and kneaded first one butt cheek and then the other, warming them up.
“Take a deep breath and let it out slow, baby.”
As she did as he directed, he applied light tapping strokes with his open hand, alternating between cheeks. Her long, mahogany curls dangled in front of her and jerked with each swat and he watched her reaction as he gradually increased the power behind each light tap. He stopped at regular intervals and rubbed her increasingly hot, rosy cheeks. He couldn’t resist temptation at one point and stroked her pussy and found her drenched. Her luscious, sensual scent filled his nostrils, enthralling him, and his cock strained, wanting to be planted deep inside her.
“I’m on fire,” she whispered with a shudder. “Everywhere. More.”
“With pleasure, naughty Jayne,” he replied with a smile, lust and joy melding into a sensual storm inside him. He’d stay like that as long as she wanted, and be the slave to her sexual fantasies. She was submitting to him but he was the one who was hers to command.
Using his free hand, he pressed his fingertips against her clit, and applied steady pressure to it, increasing the vibration she felt there with each spank. He gritted his teeth as his balls throbbed with the need for release.
“Oh, Seth! It’s so—please don’t stop! I’m gonna come! I need—”
“More?”
“Please!”
He didn’t think she was even aware when he shifted behind her. She trembled and cried out in affirmation the instant the head of his cock made contact with her swollen, hot opening. He continued the spanking with his free hand, pulling her back with the other tightly gripping her right thigh. He lost all inhibition as he rammed home with animalistic intensity and her orgasm clenched his cock in a rhythmic stranglehold. She buried her face in the comforter, screaming ecstatically as he pounded into her.
Sweat ran down his face and his chest as his climax gathered strength, stiffening his spine until he couldn’t move, and he felt like his cum was ripped from him with burning intensity. His throat burned with each rasping inhalation as he tried to catch his breath.
Realizing how hard he was holding on to her, Seth released her thigh and stroked the area that would probably bruise. Facedown in the comforter with her hair in wild disarray, Jayne groaned as she tried to push herself upright again.
“Shit.” He had no idea how loud they’d been and hoped Toby hadn’t been disturbed. He didn’t want to leave her, not after he’d fucked her like an animal. “Baby, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He withdrew from her swollen cunt carefully, not wanting to cause her any more discomfort than he had to. Her tush was bright red and hot to the touch as he stroked it and helped her sit back up. Her hands were shaky and he felt like a heel at her obvious disorientation as she tried to push the mass of her long hair from her face.
His heart burned at the sound of her rapid panting as she tried to catch her breath, and he hoped that she wasn’t upset with him for being so rough with her. He’d intended to only give her a playful, erotic spanking, a few strokes and nothing more, and then make love to her, treat her like she was special. Let her know that he wanted her around, with him, and with Toby—for more than just a night. Not spank her raw and then fuck her brains out.
Turning her beautiful, flushed face to him, Jayne breathlessly giggled and said, “Can we do that again sometime soon? That was amazing!”
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” She seemed so exhilarated but he wanted to be sure.
“No. In case you missed it, I came so hard I think I screamed.” She placed her hand on her throat and cleared it. “Yeah, definitely going to be hoarse.” She allowed him to carefully draw her into his arms, mindful of the plastic wrap still stuck to her tattoo. “I’m fine. My butt is pretty hot but even that doesn’t hurt.”
“I’ll put some ointment on it for you. I gave you a long spanking.”
Jayne let loose a seductive laugh. “I know. I loved it. Did you enjoy it?”
Seth felt heat creep through his whole body at the memory of her pliant flesh and the sting as his palm landed. No, he didn’t enjoy the strokes, but he’d loved watching her enjoy herself so vocally, so completely. He’d have stopped at any point if she’d said the word. “Yes, I enjoyed seeing you get off on it. I’m lucky.”
Jayne stroked his goatee and then kissed him, her eyes bright with emotion. “Why do you say that?”
“Because you give yourself without reservation. I liked that neither of us held anything back.” Smoothing the corner of the clear plastic wrap, he added, “This will need to be removed in another couple of hours and the tattoo washed off and left to air out. Want me to wake you and I’ll help you?”
“There’s no way I could sleep right now but yes, I’d love your help. I want to write, right now. I need to write. You inspired me.”
“I inspired you?”
“Oh, baby, did you ever.”
A smile crossed his face and he was pleased that he’d been able to do that for her. “Lay on your tummy. I want to put some soothing cream on your buns.”
She relaxed onto her stomach for him and he stepped into the bathroom and returned with a tube of cream.
She sighed as he spread the cooling cream on her reddened tush. “What an amazing night.”
Relief and love filled him as she turned her head and smiled up at him and stroked his hip as he sat beside her. “I love you, Jayne. I loved playing with you.”
“I love you too. I want to play more with you.”
He set the timer and dozed with her curled up with her journal beside him, her pen softly scratching on the page. He smiled when she got up briefly, knowing that she’d gone to check on Toby. By the time the ringer on his phone softly sounded, she’d finished what she’d wanted to write and they showered together before returning to bed.
“You’re really okay? I never intended to be that rough with you, baby.” He stroked the light bruises on her upper thigh, feeling guilty.
“I’m tender but I’ll be fine by the morning.” She placed her hand over his stroking fingers. “I wouldn’t have noticed those if you hadn’t pointed them out. Honestly, I don’t mind them. You weren’t hurting me, or scaring me, and I know the difference.”
“I worried because…”
“I know. I trust you not to hurt me. But that’s the same reason I loved what we did. Remember, I told you I wanted to live. I didn’t want to watch life pass me by anymore. This is part of what I wanted. Crazy, wild, kinky sex with the man I love—and trust. It’s a fantasy come true.”
Seth chuckled as he gazed into her beautiful, blue-green eyes in the dim lamplight. “You know, considering your cousins and our friends, a spanking probably isn’t the kinkiest thing that goes on in Divine.”
“Maybe not,” she replied with a giggle. “But it’s perfectly, divinely kinky by my standards.”
Seth knew in his heart that she was perfectly divine as well. Kinky didn’t hurt either.
Chapter Twenty
One afternoon at the end of August, Seth ran a couple of errands during lunch. The bell chimed when he pulled open the glass door to Clay Cook’s jewelry shop. Lily Cook turned from her work behind the glass showcases and her jaw dropped. After checking in with a browsing customer, she met him in front of the case that displayed the diamond solitaire engagement rings.
She practically vibrated with excitement as she whispered, “Please, please, please, please tell me you’re shopping for what I think you’re shopping for.” When he nodded, she bit her lip and rubbed her hands together with quiet glee. “I knew it. I could tell by the look in your eyes. When?”
Lily’s vibrancy brought to mind the first time he’d ever laid eyes on her, when she was still recovering from a wrecked marriage to a horribly abusive spouse. She’d come to Seth to have him cover up a despicable tattoo her husband had designed. Her bold phoenix tattoo was some of his best work, and Seth felt good about being able to help in her recovery. Because they liked
it so much, her husbands, Clay and Del Cook, had gotten tattoos on their biceps that matched hers.
In answer to her question about the timing, Seth replied, “I’m waiting for the right moment. Why don’t you show me the perfect ring for Jayne?”
Lily took out a display and removed a ring from its velvet nest. “These are all part of Clay’s new collection.”
Seth examined the gold ring, thinking that Jayne would like the heart-shaped cut of the stone.
“How is Toby doing? Did he get over his cold?”
“Yes, he sounds a little better every day. The bug is going around his day care.”
He replaced the ring, and she handed him another to consider.
“How’s he handling learning English?”
Seth chuckled. “Like a fish to water. Emma told us that at his age, he’d handle the transition easier than he would if he was older. Jayne reads to him all the time, as you can imagine, and he mimics her. We’ve made contact with the woman who cared for him in France. Jayne and Toby are on Skype with her regularly.”
“Does she speak English?”
“A little. The tiny bit of French I picked up while over there is very rusty, but Jayne also speaks some French, so between the three of us, we manage all right.”
Toby had also responded excitedly to being able to see Mimi, if not being able to physically touch her. The contact seemed to ease the transition for him.
After considering several rings, Seth narrowed the choice down to the gold ring with the heart-shaped diamond, and Lily assured him that Jayne was welcome to exchange it if she didn’t care for the cut or setting. With that assurance, Seth handed her his debit card and walked out the door a few minutes later with a diamond engagement ring burning a hole in his pocket. He wanted to go see her right then and ask her, but he held on to it, wanting the moment to be just right.
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