As promised, here is part two of the tattooist/tattoo-ee story!
(click here to read part 1)
“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.”
Chris laughed and pulled her closer to the edge of the seat – so much so that it was an instinctive reaction for her to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands travelled from her hips to her ass and again he pulled her closer, causing Emily to groan quietly with surprise when she felt something hard pressing against the thin cotton of her panties.
She found it hard to catch her breath and looked at him in desperation. The moment she felt his cock against her crotch the casual we-have-all-the-time-in-the-world atmosphere dissolved, only to be replaced by a frantic feeling of I-need-you-to-fuck-me-NOW.
Her hands moved beneath his top and she began raking her nails up and down his back while her legs tigthened around his waist and pulled him into her. Even behind layers of clothing his cock felt hard and hot against her and she needed to feel his flesh against hers, needed to feel his hard length moving against the walls of her wet pussy as they fucked each other senseless.
Their kisses were filled with moans and groans as they worked themselves into a frenzy, her hands clawing his shoulders and back, his fingers digging deeply into her hips, hands squeezing her ass, fingers occasionally dipping beneath the back of the waistband of her panties.
Emily gripped the hem of his tshirt in her hands and he broke off the kiss long enough for her to pull his top up and over his head, dropping it on the floor beside the chair. The kissing, when it resumed, was even more heated and full of their need to consume each other. When he broke off the kiss so he could bite her neck Emily cried out loudly, feeling relieved when his fingers brushed against the skin of her belly as he pulled her top up. He broke the contact between mouth and neck so he could discard of her top, then went straight back to her neck.
This time he began kissing a path down over her collarbone and the top of her chest. He stopped momentarily at the lace edge of her bra so he could pepper kisses along the tops of her breasts, before kissing down the cup of one bra until his lips brushed against her lace clad nipple. Emily’s hands were on his shoulders and her fingernails dug in as he licked back and forth over the nipple, the pattern of the lace providing extra friction that made her clit throb.
When he began sucking the nipple she couldn’t contain the chorus of moans that escaped as she waited for him to pull the bra cup down so she could finally feel his tongue against her bare nipple. Chris seemed intent on teasing her though and two minutes later he was still licking and sucking the nipple through her bra, as well as tugging gently on it with his teeth.
Emily’s hips were moving against him, her panties essentially rendered useless because they were so saturated with her arousal. Her pussy was swollen and ached, only one thing would stop the discomfort and that was his thick cock slamming inside her.
Having the feeling Chris could happily tease her for hours, Emily moved her hands between them and undid his pants, pushing them down with her feet even as she was freeing his cock from his boxers. As with the pants, she pushed his boxers down with her feet and Chris stepped out of the pile of pants and boxers pooling at his feet.
Chris was naked before her but she didn’t even take the time to appreciate the view. All she was focused on was finally feeling her pussy gripping onto his cock as he fucked her, and with that in mind she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and tried to guide him inside her.
Rather than pressing inside her in one smooth movement Chris reached behind him and unlocked her legs from behind his waist. Emily didn’t know what was happening and a surge of insecurity had her believing their night was over, another occurance to be laughed off next time they saw each other.
He didn’t walk away though and instead undid the zip on the side of her skirt and helped her out of it (not an easy feat while sitting down!). Kneeling in front of her, Chris ran his hands up her calves, over her knees, and up the outside of her thighs until his fingers snaked inside the waistband of her panties and he slowly pulled them down, staying on his knees until they’d dropped to the floor.
Standing up, Chris stepped in to her again and moved her legs back around his waist. She could feel the length of his cock against her slit and shuddered as she imagined how it would feel when he finally entered her.
That initial thrust though, nothing prepared her for the divine feeling of her pussy stretching to accommodate his cock, shocks of pleasure coursing through her as he pressed deeper, the ridges of his cock creating friction she hadn’t expected. It was as if every hot spot inside her cunt had been woken up, sensitive spots she didn’t realise existed until now.
Maybe it was because she hadn’t had sex in so long; maybe it was because his cock was meant for her.
With her legs tightly around his waist and his hands pulling her at the hips, their hips were pressed snuggly together, meaning on the out-stroke his cock stayed nice and deep. Each in-stroke caused his cock to slam into the back of her pussy eliciting loud moans from her; the constant friction on her clit and inside her pussy was overwhelming – in the very best of ways.
The sensations of the friction were amplified by the fact they continued kissing, deep, hungry kisses that made her toes curl and sent constant surges of pleasure-filled tingles directly to her clit. Whenever their tongues tangled or swiped together Chris would groan even louder against her mouth, those groans were the sexiest noises she’d ever heard and spurred her on.
She quickly got lost in the delicious feelings exploding through her body, there was no point fighting it, she knew that… the sex was far too good to do anything but give herself over to it!
Chris somehow changed the position they were in, so she was leaning backward and he was leaning into her. Her hips naturally titled forward, taking him even deeper, and because he was leaning into her, each of his thrusts had more power behind it, her pussy taking the brunt of the force. And God it felt good.
Emily was crying out and only a little worried about anyone outside hearing them; she had taken the last appointment of the day and the other tattooists had left, so getting seen by someone wasn’t an issue. The noise level though, that was rising, right along with her building orgasm.
The moment Chris broke off the kiss and dug his teeth into her neck Emily knew she was a goner. His cock was hitting the back of her pussy with the perfect amount of force – setting a nice balance between pain and pleasure – and he was expertly assaulting her neck, alternating between biting and running the tip of his tongue lightly along the area he had been biting. The contrast between gentle and rough was only adding to the overall bombardment of sensation she was experiencing, and any attempt to try and control her responses was pointless.
She felt as if something had been unleashed, a part of her she didn’t know existed – something raw and sexual – and she was caught between wanting the sex to last for hours and wanting to experience the mindblowing orgasm she knew was on the way.
Chris kept at her neck, biting and licking in the way Todd had never been able to master; his cock – which felt enormous inside her – felt even bigger because of the swollen state of her cunt. On top of that her moans and cries of pleasure were growing louder and more high-pitched, quickly turning into shrieks which became screams as her orgasm approached.
They began kissing again and, as his grunts became more guttural and he started moving harder against her, Emily knew he was getting close. His fingers held tighter onto her hips and Emily could feel tension spreading through his body, until he was almost rigid against her.
It became almost impossible to continue kissing because their grunts and shrieks were coming in a continuous stream. Chris’s hips were pumping harder, the force on the back of her pussy was intense but needed, she needed to be fucked, she needed the mild discomfort that came after a good, hard fuck.
Chris started panting and again his mouth found her neck. He was suddenly making a noise that could only be described as a growl, and as her shrieks turned into screams Emily felt herself losing touch with reality. All she could feel was pleasure, tension, heat, friction, tingles, throbbing, pressure, pressure so insistent it was almost uncomfortable, pressure that built and built until Chris’s cock hit particularly hard and triggered her orgasm.
She screamed as he pressed into her one final time, roaring as his own orgasm hit. Her pussy was convulsing around him, his cock pulsating as he emptied himself inside her, the sounds of ecstasy filling the room had an almost animalistic tone. Emily rode the waves of her orgasm for what felt like hours, at the same time wondering if she was going to pass out from the overwhelming pleasure attacking her body.
Then there was silence, bar their laboured gasps for breath. Both were perfectly still, as if moving would break the spell and erase what had just happened between them, or perhaps wake them from a very vivid dream.
Chris kissed her softly and helped her to a sitting position. No spell was broken and it definitely wasn’t a dream, it had only been the most spontaneous, intense, amazing sex of her life.
“I thought we were going to talk about my tattoo,” Emily teased and Chris chuckled as he picked up their clothes from the floor.
“We were but then you kissed me,” Chris said with a wink and Emily gasped.
“I didn’t kiss you, you kissed me!” Emily exclaimed, Chris shrugged.
“Okay, so I guess technically I kissed you, but I could tell you wanted me to kiss you,” Chris declared and wrapped his arms around her waist so he could kiss her again.
“Oh, I wanted it,” Emily agreed, then smiled softly at him, “since that night in the club you’re all I’ve been able to think about,” she admitted, then wondered if perhaps she had taken it too far with the honesty thing.
Chris pressed his forehead against hers and sighed happily.
“It’s all I could think about as well,” Chris commented and cupped her face in his hands. “When you said you and Todd had broken up, I couldn’t help myself, I needed to kiss you,” he said shyly before kissing her again.
“I’m so glad you did,” Emily whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. She inhaled deeply, finding the natural scent of the man intoxicating.
“How about we get dressed?You could come back to mine if you want?” Chris suggested and Emily blushed as she nodded in agreement.
“I’d like that,” Emily replied and picked her clothes up from where Chris had placed them beside her.
“We can pick up some dinner on the way,” Chris said and with those words Emily realised how hungry she was. “Uh, and I guess in the morning we can take a little trip to the chemist to get the morning after pill.” This time it was him blushing. Emily smiled reassuringly at him.
“I’m on the pill,” Emily told him and the look of relief on his face was comical.
“Phew, I don’t really think we’re ready for a permanent reminder of our first time having sex!” Chris joked and Emily laughed, feeling more excited than she should that he had used the words ‘first time’ rather than ‘only time’ in relation to the sex they had just had.
They finally got dressed and after Chris had gone through the closing up routine, they left. Emily had taken a taxi to the studio that day, being unsure if driving would be comfortable with a fresh tattoo on her foot. She’d known that upon leaving the studio that day she would feel happy, blissful even – but she had never expected those feelings would be because of the man she was leaving with – rather than her usual post-tattoo high.