tattoo boy

[22] a bit mature

"You okay?" Vinnie was hovering on top of me. My head still felt bad and I think I was still a tiny bit drunk. Then I noticed that Vinnie's head was behind my head, protecting it from the hardwood floors.

My eyes were still wide but I took in that beautiful view of Vinnie on top of me. His messy morning hair and his necklace dangled from him. This view was hot...

He looked concerned. His abs were revealed and the covers wrapped and tangled in between us. My hand rested on his chest and he still rested behind my head, protecting it.

"I-I apologize for last night. I'm very embarrassed about it and I can't believe I continue to embarrass myself in front of you. I'm sorry for doing y'know...last night and I-" I quickly began talking while looking away at another object. I couldn't look him in the eyes after that...I couldn't.

Suddenly, Vinnie's soft lips pressed on my forehead, kissing me. I was shocked and taken over by his lust. "Do you...still want me to touch you?" Vinnie still hovered over me, but he tried to look me in the eyes.

I did. I really did. But were we allowed?

I nodded my head and we pressed our lips onto each other. My legs wrapped around him and my arms connected around his neck. He still held my head and his icy necklace stiffened my warm chest.

His lips tasted sweet, and I think I even bit his bottom lip. Our tongue tips swirled, claiming this kiss to be polite.

I whimpered in his mouth before he removed his lips and began moving his way to my neck-chest-and collarbone. "damn," I slightly moaned as pleasure waves flowed through my stomach.

Should I continue this? I haven't been active since that night. If I told him, would he be bummed out, or would he try to persuade me like Noah did?

Wet kisses, moans, and groans filled the room and it was beautiful. He moved his lips down and reached the ending of the shirt's neckline. He stopped but I wanted him to keep going. If I remove my shirt, he'll see the tattoos...

"Can we?" Vinnie asked for consent. I nodded and removed my own shirt, revealing my ripe breasts and all my upper tattoos. I hate sleeping in bras, and I remember removing it last night, before the Vinnie situation.

Vinnie looked me in my eyes, trying not to look down, but he gave up. I was a bit shy about them, but he looked as if he saw candy. "All eyes on me?" Vinnie looked curious at the tattoo living under my breasts.

He quickly continued his way from my chest to my breasts, not getting to the nipple yet. I moaned and whimpered the closer he got to the whole thing. My stomach's pleasure waves rippled again and i felt amazing. He left a hickey or two in between my breasts.

It was about to happen...but suddenly our moment was ruined. I felt a soft tap of my forehead and the sunlight that shined both me and Vinnie was now blocked.