Page 45 of Embraced in Ink
At the same time, he was done ignoring the thoughts and desires he’d had for so long. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore and say that he didn’t want Bristol. Because he did. He loved the way she tasted, the way she felt. And he wanted his mouth on hers. He wanted to lick across her skin and taste every inch of her. He wanted to see her under him as she writhed. He wanted his hands on her, in her, over her.
He wanted to show her exactly who he was. Not just his body but also his soul. Wanted to do the same with her. He wanted toknowher.
Part of his mind also wanted to fuck her hard, make her come on his cock, slam her into the wall as they both shook and fell into oblivion. He wanted to do like that old Eric Church song and break the drywall right from the studs.
He wanted to do all of that.
He also wanted to go soft and slow and feel every inch of her.
He didn’t know which part they’d get to tonight, but he knew that this was the first step. Or maybe the hundredth, he didn’t know anymore.
But this was it. There was no going back. Maybe there never was.
Once they were inside the house, neither of them went to the kitchen for coffee.
He had been inside her home countless times, had even helped her decorate the place because she had done the same for him. She hadn’t gone all out but had four bedrooms since she needed an office and a practice space. The other she had made into a guest room for any of her friends from her musical world that came to visit.
He had slept there, as well, mostly when he had more than two drinks and didn’t want to drive home. Bristol had slept at his house countless times before, too, because they always had each other’s backs, no matter what.
Now, he didn’t know what would happen, but if he didn’t take this next step, didn’t make the move, they were going to be stuck here, wondering what if. At the same time, they had labels for each other that might not make sense to the outside world but totally did to them.
Without them, he wouldn’t be able to understand who they were together.
So, why not? Why not make the move?
“Tonight, can I kiss you?” he asked, knowing that, like she had told him a thousand times before:consent was sexy as fuck.
She smiled, her cheeks turning a delicious pink.
“I want you to kiss me, Marcus.”
He took a step forward, his breath quickening as he loomed over her, her eyes wide as she tilted her head back to look up at him.
“And after I kiss you, can I kiss you again? Can I touch you? Can I taste you?” He lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear. “Can I…fuck you?”
He slid his hands around her, cupping her ass and pressing her body into his. She slipped her arms around his waist, her hands digging into his shirt.
“Please. I thought you’d never ask.”
And then his hand was on her thigh, pulling up her skirt, the other in her hair, tilting her head back so he could devour her mouth with his.
This wasn’t a casual caress. Wasn’t a sweet temptation of sin.
No, this was hard, needful, and fuck-all temptation.
They were both breathing heavily, teeth gnashing as their lips pressed against one another as if they couldn’t get enough.
He had his hand up her dress and around to her ass, delving through her thong to her lower lips and into her pussy.
She shouted into his mouth, stiffening at the invasion.
He bit at her lip and kissed away the sting.
“Too much?” he asked, sliding his fingers in and out of her, her body suctioning around him even as she grew wetter.
“Never enough, my God. That is more than a kiss.”
“I told you I was going to touch you. That I was going to fuck you.” He slid his hands out from under her dress and then licked his fingers clean. “That I was going to taste you.”