“I love it,” I said. “It’s still feminine.” The tattoo was a piece of art, the lettering detailed, little hibiscus flowers and vines running through it. The flowers were a tribute to my mother, to her fantasy of running away with me someday to an island paradise. I turned to Blaze, a stupid smile plastered on my face. “What do you think?”
“I think my name looks good on you,” he said.
I jumped up, flung my arms around his neck, and planted a kiss on his lips. “I think your name looks good on me too.”
Blaze groaned. “You know what else would look good on you?”
I giggled. “I have an idea about what would be good in me.”
“Come on, you two,” Picasso said, pulling off his gloves. “I need to put some anti-bacterial shit on that and cover it up with a bandage. Then you can start groping her again, Blaze.”
“Oh, do I have to keep the bandage on for a while?” I asked. “I kind of wanted it off for the barbeque tonight.”
“Yeah,” Picasso said. “Keep it on a couple hours. You’ll be fine for tonight.”
As he bandaged me, I looked up at Blaze. “You guys didn’t have to do a barbeque, and go to all that trouble, you know. It’s not like I’m leaving the country or something. I’m just going back to Stanford.”
“Shut up,” Blaze said. “You’re an Old Lady now. I have to treat you right.”
“Is that a promise?”
I felt Picasso pat my shoulder. “There you go,” he said, and I stood, wrapping my arm around Blaze.
“Absolutely,” Blaze said. “That’s what the tattoo means.”
“Get out of here, you two.” Picasso pointed toward the door. “I don’t need so see all this sappy shit.”
“Thanks, Picasso!” I waved. “See you tonight!”
Blaze pulled me tighter against him as we left. “Now what are we going to do to with a couple hours before the barbeque tonight?”
“I have a few things up my sleeve,” I said.
I squealed as I raced into the bedroom. Blaze’s boots fell heavy on the floor as he followed me, stripping off clothes as we ran down the hallway. He pulled me against him, his flesh warm against my skin, and I shivered as he traced his finger down the length of me, from the top of my back to the curve of my ass and then in between my legs. I moaned in response to the touch of his hand, and then he turned me to face the bed.
“Let me see,” he said, standing behind me, fingers pulling at the edge of the bandage.
“No, Blaze! He said to wait, remember? You can see it in a few hours.”
“Fine,” he said. “But can you really blame me if I want to take a look at my name on you?” He kissed the nape of my neck and I felt goose bumps dot my arms.
“You’ll just have to distract yourself for the time being.” I pushed my ass back against him, feeling his hardness pressed against me. “Now, do you think you can find some way of entertaining yourself?”
Blaze groaned. “Maybe,” he said. “It depends if there’s something here to entertain me.” His palm was against my skin, tracing the curves of my ass, his fingers between my legs, slipping inside. I arched, pushing my ass against him, encouraging him.
“Blaze,” I whispered.
He dropped to his knees, his hands on me, thumbs spreading my folds. “Do you think this will entertain me?” he asked.
“I think your tongue does need a little distraction,” I said. Blaze’s mouth was on me, his tongue warm against me as he ate me. “Yeah, that’s definitely entertaining.”
“It’s the most entertaining thing I’ve seen all day,” he said.
Arousal coursed through my body as he worked me. I’d come to feel totally at peace when I was with him, even though it had only been a few months. Being with him was easy. He stroked me, bringing me close to the edge, then pulled away.
“Do you want me?” Blaze asked, his voice thick.
“Yes,” I said. “Please.” I looked over my shoulder at him, naked behind me. “Blaze?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” He was hard, pressed up against me, and I was more than ready. I needed to say it again, before I started to lose all control.
“Blaze?” I asked. He paused, looking up at me with those blue eyes, the ones I fell in love with a little more every day. “I love you.”
He smiled, a broad smile that lit up his face. “I love you too.”
I could feel myself throbbing around him. “Now, fuck me.”
“At your service,” he said, and thrust inside me, quickly gathering momentum as I urged him on with little moans. He knew me now, knew my body more than I thought anyone ever would. It was complete bliss with him. He fit me, inside and out.
I closed my eyes as his hands moved all over me. He pushed deeper inside me, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingers until I didn’t think I could take it anymore.
“I want all of you,” Blaze said, and I felt desperate with need as he thrust inside me, bringing me to the edge.
“You have me,” I moaned. He thrust into me one last time, groaning loudly as he climaxed, and I finally let go, the wave of pleasure crashing over me like a tsunami. When I blinked open my eyes, I could feel his lips pressed against the nape of my neck, his arms wrapped around my chest as he held me. His breath mimicked mine, and I could feel his heart pounding, the sensation a comforting one.