There were even talons and wings.
The damn thing was beautiful. Of course it should be, since it graced the back of such a beautiful woman.
He swept his hand over her back, touching the dragon, but mostly loving the feeling of her muscles flex and relax under his hand.
Making love to her had been nothing short of everything he had imagined it would be…and more.
Jenna loved sex, was unashamed about her body, and he wanted to do it with her over and over again. She was slender and beautiful and responsive, and his dick got hard just thinking about being inside her again, tasting her again, touching her like this.
But he already knew he was going to have to put on the brakes because for Jenna, this was a one-time deal.
He wanted more than one time with this woman.
The dragon’s talons dug into her left hip. It was nearly three-dimensional.
“This tattoo is amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“How long did it take from start to finish?”
“Three months.”
“Wow. That’s dedication, on your part and the artist’s.”
He massaged her back, keeping his touch light and making sure he swept his hands all the way down to her lower back, letting his fingertips linger right at the top of her butt.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and turned her to face him.
Her breasts were small ripe peaches, her nipples round and tight. And sensitive as hell, which he really liked. He massaged them with his hands, then swiped his tongue over one nipple, watching it tighten. Her breath caught as he dragged his tongue over the bud, then squeezed her breasts together so he could roll his tongue over one, then the other, teasing and tugging her nipples with his lips and teeth.
Her waist was slender, her hips the same, and her legs were a knockout, clearly her best feature. He touched her all over, keeping his massage light and easy, heightening the sensation for her minute by minute until she was writhing under his hands.
Smoothing his hands down her ribs and over her belly made her breath catch and her hips rise up.
She wanted more, and he wanted to give it to her. He could play with her body all night.
And when he smoothed his hand over the top of her sex, teasing his fingers just above her clit, her eyes darkened.
“Touch me.”
Her whispered words made his dick throb. He slid his hand down over her sex, cupping her. She was hot, wet, and when she lifted against him, he coated his fingers with her moisture and rubbed it over her clit, concentrating his movements around the piercing. Her lips parted and she gasped when he touched her there. He petted and caressed her clit, then dipped lower and tucked his fingers inside her while rubbing the center of her universe with the heel of his hand, making sure to give her pleasure in both spots.
She grasped his wrist and pumped his fingers inside her, then raised her legs, planting her feet flat on the bed so she could lift her hips and drive her * against his hand.
Oh, yeah. He leaned over to kiss her, and she grabbed his hair, obviously deep in passion now as he fucked her with his fingers and drove her over the edge. Her cries and moans undid him, and he pulled his fingers out, flipped her over on her stomach, and grabbed a condom.
He wrapped his arm around her middle and lifted her onto her knees, climbed between her legs, and thrust inside her.
Her * was tight, still spasming from her orgasm. He paused to give Jenna a minute to catch her breath.
But that’s not what she wanted because she pushed back against him, filling her * with his cock.
Oh, yeah, that was good. He grabbed her hips and shoved forward, burying himself deep.
“Yes,” she said, dropping her head down and pushing against him again.
She had a sweet ass, and watching her in this position showed him everything. The way her * gripped him and pulled him in, the way she rolled against him as he pushed forward, giving her everything he had, and the way she rose up and threw her head back when he pounded against her.
She gripped the pillows in her hand and held on when he thrust hard enough his balls slapped against her, a fine sheen of sweat dampening her skin.
Yeah, it was hot in here, a fire blazing inside him as his balls tightened with every stroke. He leaned forward so he could touch her, tease her clit while he fucked her.
“That’s going to make me come,” she said, her voice tight with strain. “Fuck me harder.”
He did, pressing his hips against her and rubbing her clit. Her * contracted around his cock and he knew she was going to go off.
So was he, but he wanted her to come first.
“Ty.”
The way she said his name, the low, gravelly tone of her voice, stripped him bare and made him want to power inside her and let go.