Inked love (pt1)

1336506542169_8570601

I posted about an ongoing tattooist/tattoo-ee fantasy of mine and that I thought the time was right to write it.  Well, write it I did!

What I wrote is too long for one blog post, so I thought I’d separate it into two.  Here is part one – which is really the lead up to the sex – and now I have posted it, here is part 2!

———————————————————————-

“Too soon to start planning your next one?” Chris joked as Emily sat admiring the Calla lily tattoo he had just finished on the top of her foot.

“Never too soon,” Emily replied and he laughed.

It was a running joke between the two of them that almost as soon as he had finished her latest piece of ink she would tell him what she had in mind for her next one. Chris never failed to tell her he loved how addicted she was to getting inked – what he didn’t know, however, was that she was also rather addicted to him.

Since the first time he had branded her skin, two years ago, she had had a major crush on him. It wasn’t just your usual giggle-inducing crush though, it was more a consistent bombardment of fantasies involving the two of them. Steamy fantasies that would wake her up in the middle of the night with a wet pussy and a dull throb between her legs, fantasies that would distract her during her university classes, fantasies that had led to her developing a very good relationship with her favourite Ceramix dildo.

Even during her relationship with Todd it was the thought of Chris that sent her over the edge when they had sex. She had been in love with Todd, but he didn’t cause her blood pressure (or the pressure in another part of her body) to sky rocket, in the way her favourite tattooist did.

Everything about Chris drove her crazy, in a very good way.

He was a little over six foot tall, had gorgeous sparkly blue eyes, a devilish smile and short hair that always looked very sharp, regardless of how he had it styled by the barber. To top it off he had the build of a professional rugby player – muscley and wide in the shoulders and chest – yet not so bulky that he looked like a body builder.

Then there were his own tattoos. Both arms were completely covered, as were the lower halves of each leg, his family name was on the back of his neck and when he wore sleeveless tops she could see parts of the tattoo that covered at least the top half of his chest. Emily had no doubt there were more tattoos hidden beneath clothing and she hoped she would have the pleasure (both literal and figurative) of unveiling those tattoos.

“So, what do you have in mind?” Chris prompted and Emily gave him an innocent smile as she pointed to her right leg.

“I think it’s time to get my cherry blossom vine,” Emily informed him and Chris nodded, smiling.

“I thought that might be the case,” Chris chuckled as his hand came to rest on her right foot, “show me where you want it to go.”

“I want it to start here,” Emily said, pointing to the outside of her ankle, “then up here” she continued, runing her finger up toward the inside of her knee, “then up here,” she traced her finger from the inside of her knee to the right hip.

“I can already see it in my head,” Chris commented as his fingers followed the same path her fingers had taken.

Emily struggled to maintain composure as Chris’s fingers grazed briefly up her inner thigh. Had he continued straight on up his fingers would have been inside her pussy by then, a thought that caused her to fight back a whimper which was a mixture of frustration and pleasure.

“You don’t mind getting down to your panties for the top part of the tattoo?” Chris’s question took her by surprise.

“I would – um – no, I wouldn’t mind doing that,” Emily replied trying to sound as unaffected as she could manage.

“I have to ask because some women don’t feel comfortable with that,” Chris explained.

“It’s been a long time since I have been down to my panties in front of a man,” Emily commented, wishing she could take the words back the moment she’d spoken them. She went the brightest shade of red.

“Oh?” Chris sounded surprised.“You and Todd aren’t together anymore?” he asked and Emily shook her head.

“Nah, we were kind of going in different directions,” Emily told him. “He wanted to move to a bigger city and try to get into a big law firm, while I am more than happy here and don’t have any intention of leaving when I’ve finished uni,” she explained confidently.

“Well I’m sorry to hear that,” Chris said then smiled softly at her. “I kinda know how it feels, I broke up with Erin a few months ago.”

“Big changes for both of us, huh,” Emily commented and he grinned at her.

“Erin decided drugs were a lot more enjoyable than her job, so she quit, then suggested to me we could have a baby so we would get money from the government and she wouldn’t have to work.” Chris rolled his eyes and Emily laughed.

“I always thought you were too good for her anyway,” Emily teased.

Okay. Maybe Chris wasn’t completely oblivious when it came to her feelings for him. Since that first tattoo session there had been a lot of flirting between the two of them. It had started out innocent and jokey, then one night they had run into each other in a bar and after dancing together to a song with a very sexy beat, had shared a heated, passionate, hungry kiss. Had Todd not been on his way to meet her, had Erin not been at a club with her friends and due to join Chris any minute, there was no question their kiss would have led to more. A lot more.

They had laughed it off the next time they had seen each other, but Emily had never been able to forget that one dance and that one kiss they had shared. She could still remember how soft his lips had felt against hers, how strong his hands had felt on her hips, how manly he had smelled, the heat radiating off him as they had pressed against each other, how gentle the kiss had started out, how frantic it had become. Most of all she couldn’t forget the way he had looked at her when they had parted and tried to find the words to adequately explain why the kiss had happened. Intense need. He had looked at her with need – more need than she had ever seen in Todd’s eyes – and the same look she knew Chris had seen mirrored in her own eyes.

The revelation they were both single filled Emily with excitement and nerves. There was something between them, something that needed to be explored and given a chance, but the idea of initiating that exploration terrified her. Maybe she had completely misread his feelings. What if the kiss was just a drunken, carried-away-by-the-moment kiss? Perhaps the flirting between them was one sided and he was merely being nice to her? He probably treated all his clients the way he treated her.

But the way he had looked at her after that kiss… No, she knew she wasn’t wrong. There was something there and the question now was whether either of them was brave enough to make the first move. If she was doubting his feelings, perhaps he was doubting her feelings. What if they were both so unsure, neither was willing to make that first light touch of finger against hand, of hand on knee, of lips brushing lightly against lips?

“Your face is much too serious for someone planning their next ink!” Chris jolted her from her almost panicked thoughts.

“I was just, uh… nevermind, back to the ta-” Emily was cut off as Chris made that magical first move, brushing his lips against hers in a contact that was almost imperceptible.

The kiss that followed was tender and full of heat, it contained the same hunger as their first kiss, but lacked the frantic, almost impatient tone that had guided the first kiss. There was no rush, they had no reason to get the kiss over with quickly – there was no one to catch them – no partners to be heartbroken upon finding their significant other locked in a passionate embrace with someone else.

Chris turned her around so her legs were hanging over the side of the reclining tattoo chair, the change in position meaning they were face to face; the kiss deepened as he put his hands on her hips and it was then Emily finally let out the whimper that had been trying to escape for the past two hours.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time you came in for a tattoo,” Chris admitted while they took a break from the kissing to try and get their breath back.

“So have I,” Emily confessed, swallowing loudly as he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly again.

“That night… in the club… I knew there was more,” Chris told her and Emily blushed.

“That was the most memorable kiss I’ve ever had,” Emily replied, smiling at the memory, then winking at him, “well, until now.”

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Inked love (pt1)

  1. Pingback: Inked love (pt2) | Bree Guildford Erotica

  2. Pingback: Vicariously living through my characters | Bree Guildford Erotica

Talk to me!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s