Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
She walked around, gazing at the paintings on the wall.
“I made these.”
“These…are yours?”
I nodded.
It wasn’t that I was ashamed of what I’d created, but these weren’t the type of images you flaunted in the middle of your living room. From the time I was a teenager, I’d had an obsession with painting beautiful women…but not just any women—sexy, sensual women with wings. I don’t know if you could consider them fantasy angels or fairies. But they all had a few things in common, long hair, sexy, voluptuous bodies, piercing eyes—and wings. Some were naked. Others were clothed. I could totally see how the average woman might find these images creepy, but I suspected that Gia wouldn’t. I knew she was open-minded and would find the artistic value in them.
“I don’t even know why I’m showing you these,” I said. “You seemed so interested in my mother’s art. Obviously, these are a lot different than…sunsets.”
“Yeah, they are. They’re absolutely stunning—breathtaking.” She stopped in front of one of the darker images, a demonic-looking girl with black wings and horns. “What made you decide to start making these?”
Shrugging, I said, “I wish I knew. I just find them to be beautiful and mysterious. I haven’t actually created one in a few years, though. These are all pretty old. And you’ll notice, each one is slightly unfinished. It’s like I would get hung up on making it perfect then move on to the next one out of frustration.”
She smiled. “I almost feel jealous of them. That’s how beautiful they are. Is that strange?”
Well, I’d take that as a compliment.
I chuckled. “They don’t compare to you. They’re fantasy. All the things that make them beautiful…the strength they seem to convey… that’s all brought to life whenever I look at you, whenever I’m with you.”
Gia looked like she was trying to fend off tears again. Was it something I said?
She walked over to where I kept all of my ink supplies.
“Oh my God. Is this where you tattoo people?”
“I rented space in a shop back when I was doing it for a living. But I took all my stuff with me. So, I have a little setup here.”
In the corner of the room, I had a table along with various pieces of equipment: a steam pressure autoclave, needle bar setups, and several sealed containers to keep things sterile.
“Can I ask you something?” she said.
“Shoot.”
“Would you do anything for me?” She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck.
Leaning down, I tasted her lips then said, “Pretty sure I would, yeah. Unless you said you wanted me to let you fuck another dude while I watched. That’s a hard limit. I don’t share.”
“Well, then this request will seem like nothing compared to that.”
“What is it?”
“Will you draw something small on my body tonight? I want you to choose where it goes and what it is. Not a permanent tattoo or anything—just your artwork on my body. I want something created by you just for me.
I expelled a breath. She knew how I felt about actually tattooing her, that I’d refused to do it. She’d asked me to before, and I’d said no. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to put my mark on her. I just didn’t want her to regret altering her perfect body if she wasn’t absolutely sure about it. So, this seemed harmless.
“You really want me to draw on your skin?”
“I really want you to. Yes…please.”
The urgency in her request was odd, but at the same time, the prospect of getting to mark her—albeit temporarily—with something of my choice excited me.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” I teased.
Her face brightened as she realized I was giving in to her request.
“Thank you!” She beamed.
“Go lie on the table, but first, take off your clothes. Take off everything.”
She did as I said and made her way over to the table I had set up.
She was stark naked. “How do you want me?”
“There are so many ways I could answer that question.” My dick stiffened to full mast as I said, “Lie on your stomach first.”
Gia did as I said, and suddenly, I was staring at her beautiful ass face-up on the table. I softly kissed her back, lowering my mouth slowly down to her butt cheeks.
I knew exactly where I wanted to put my mark on her but was too worked up to even start. I needed to make her squirm first.
Taking my finger to my mouth, I licked it before slipping it between her legs and into her pussy. She flinched at the contact. I added my index finger and pushed deeper into her. With my thumb firmly placed on her ass, I moved my two fingers in an out of her hole as she wriggled under my hand. I was so tempted to replace my fingers with my cock. But before I could even really consider that, her hands gripped the table as she moved her ass in sync with the motion of my fingers. Then, I could feel her pulsating around my hand as she came.