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Carnal: Pierced and Inked

Page 68

by Simone Sowood


  “What do you mean?” she asks. Her voice is a breathy gasp.

  “I mean that I don’t think physical stimulation is your problem here.”

  Eloise says nothing, and I keep my fingers where they are. I’d love to make her come right now, but not if she doesn’t want me to.

  “Why do you say that?”

  With my free hand, I lift up the edge of the towel and wipe some of the dripping wet from her pussy.

  “It didn’t take much to make it all wet down here.”

  “Doesn’t that happen to everyone?”

  I look up at her and smirk. “Not usually.”

  She’s already the brightest red I’ve ever seen anyone but I swear she just went redder.

  “Oh God, how embarrassing.”

  I would definitely like to hear her say oh God a few more times, right before she screams my name.

  Holding her eyes in mine, I say, “I can show you right here.”

  “Huh?”

  “I can get you off right now if you want.”

  Eloise straightens her body, though I still haven’t let go.

  “What happened to being professional?”

  With a slight shrug, I say, “I’d just be doing a favor for an old friend.”

  She shuts her eyes, breaking our gaze. Without opening them, she says, “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Didn’t Mrs. Singleton always tell us to help our friends whenever we could?”

  Once again I start squeezing and rolling my fingertips. My face is a mere foot from her pussy and it takes all my self-control not to have one sweet taste.

  Her eyes shoot open, and she studies me, searching her memory.

  “Mrs. Singleton? What do you mean?”

  “You don’t remember me? I’m hurt,” I say, teasing her.

  “Did we go to school together? What did you say your name was?”

  “Gabe.”

  She thinks for a moment, and says, “Gabriel Irwin?”

  “You got it.”

  A huge smile spreads across her face, and she says, “You used to sit behind me in seventh grade.”

  “Yep, in Mrs. Singleton’s class.”

  “I thought you moved away,” she says, her brow furrowed.

  “I did and then I moved back.”

  “Well, this is awkward.”

  “Why? It shouldn’t be,” I say.

  “I’ve got a strange man’s fingers between my legs, and it turns out I went to grade school with him. Not awkward at all,” she says sarcastically.

  “I always wondered what became of you.”

  “I’m a physiotherapist. I work at my parents’ practice. Did you know they’re doctors?”

  The mention of them wrenches my gut. “Yeah, I knew.”

  “You used to get in trouble all the time because all you did was draw.”

  The memories of Mrs. Singleton telling me I’d never amount to anything if I didn’t work on my English come flooding back and I laugh. All that drawing is what made me a success in the tattoo industry.

  “Good thing I never listened to her.”

  “One time you drew me a picture of an elephant. I taped it to the inside of my science binder and it stayed there all year. I even transferred it to my eighth grade science binder.”

  I remember drawing that for her. I was too nervous to ask her to be my little girlfriend and I came up with a plan that I would draw her a picture she loved so much that she would automatically say I was her boyfriend. She took the picture but she never called me her boyfriend.

  “You kept that after I left?”

  “It was a good picture,” Eloise says, and smiles.

  “I can draw you another picture if you like, and put it right here on your thigh,” I say, rubbing her upper thigh with my free hand.

  “I already told you I don’t want a tattoo.”

  “Do you still want the piercing?”

  As much as I’d love to pierce this pussy, I want to make her come and I want all the credit for it. I don’t want her thinking it was because of the piercing. I need her to know it was all me, and have her begging me for more.

  “Do you think it would help me?”

  “I’m sure it would feel good, but I think your problem is you’re dating the wrong guys. You need someone who knows what they’re doing.”

  She bursts out laughing, and says, “And let me guess, you know what you’re doing.”

  Without saying anything, I start rolling my fingers again. Eloise swallows, and looks up at the ceiling. She’s not gonna stop me if I carry on now. She’s probably never felt this good before.

  Her breathing quickens, and I realize she’s gonna let me do this. But suddenly I don’t know if I want to. I want to do it right with her, I want to feel her bare skin against mine. Not this latex glove bullshit.

  I want her writhing underneath me.

  Plus if I pierce her now, I won’t be able to taste her until she’s healed. Fuck dental dams.

  “How about I buy you dinner first?”

  Eloise shifts her eyes from the ceiling to me. “Dinner?”

  “It’d just be two old friends having dinner. Followed by getting your mind blown.”

  She doesn’t react, and it’s impossible to read her face.

  “What about my piercing?”

  “I want to make sure you’re serious and that you’ve had time to think it over, especially since it will affect your sex life for the next six months.”

  “Why do you care so much all of a sudden?”

  “Since I realized your problem may not be what you think it is. And that the piercing wouldn’t actually solve it.”

  “So what’s my problem then? That I’ve never been with a man who knew what he was doing?”

  “That too, but that doesn’t explain your solo problems.”

  “So what is my problem then? In your clearly expert medical opinion.”

  “You want the truth?”

  “Yes, I want the truth. Of course I want the truth.”

  “Well, judging from the way you were in grade school, you’re too worried all the time about everything being perfect. And that overthinking is getting in the way of your enjoyment.”

  “Is that so?”

  I flash her my biggest smile, and say, “It’s obvious. Haven’t you noticed how you started breathing easier ever since I brought this up? And I haven’t had to dry you off again.”

  “Is that your excuse now? Because you’ve realized you won’t be able to do what you claim you can do?”

  “Do you want to find out if I’m telling the truth or not? I’ll put some money on it, if you want. What do you say? Make things interesting?”

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