Tattoo'd Lady (A Brian May Fanfiction) -English-

...and no chocolate!

SMUT

"...and no chocolate!" I shout, opening wide my eyes.

The poor Lilibeth jump on the mattress because of the fear, managing to get stuck just in time to avoid that the Nutella falls ruinously on the clean sheets.

"But... but Brian! What happens?" she asks resentfully, she can't imagine what's going through my mind now.
"No, nothing Lilibeth, I was..."

What should I tell her? That in this moment I feel like Giovanni Drogo, who impatiently waited for the Tartars coming for a lifetime and when they are about to attack his fortress he cannot take part in the battle because he is going to die, he's in his bed, torn apart by a liver disease? No, I can't tell her the truth, otherwise this fantastic game would end up too soon. But that's how I feel now, like him. My liver too was devastated by hepatitis and then my stomach suffered from a bad ulcer that weakened my already scarce strengths for over a month. That's why I shouldn't even look at the chocolate. I sigh sadly and I get up, I straddle on her again. Lilibeth is still lies in bed, forced in this position by me and by my absurd idea of the midnight snack.

"What's wrong Brian? Can I help you?" she asks me again, this time seriously worried "Are you feel unwell?"
"Oh no, no Lilibeth, I'm fine" I answer her and I think to myself again: "I'm fine. It's true, I now feel great"

I don't know what happened to me, but it's since I woke up tonight that I feel very, very good. I feel strong, strong like a lion. So what? The doctors, the diseases, the nurse Simpson with her raspy voice and her recommendations can went to hell. What could happen to me? A stomach ache? A gastritis? Another ulcer? And even if it was, I don't care about them, I could even die, at least I would die happy, happy to have enjoyed my life, happy to have finally felt good after months spent in a hospital. I bow my head on Lilibeth, she's so beautiful that I forget everything just seeing her in this way, lying on the bed, all to myself.

"I'm fine, Lilibeth" I tell her and I dive on her, on her two fantastic chocolate croissants that I kept them waiting for me for too long time. I grab eager the right breast, I open my mouth and I dip into a Nutella sea. Lilibeth slightly arches her back, she pushes her head on the pillow and tightens the sheet under her.
"Oh, Brian" she sighs and she closes her eyes, tightening her lips.

My hands don't get away from her skin that is sweeter than sugar, with a thousand passionate kisses I suck all the chocolate that covers her nipple and then, going down slowly, I also suck the one pouring down her belly. I go up again, always slowly, I let my tongue follow backward the path that Nutella has made downhill and I reach her left breast. I tight it, Lilibeth sinks her hands into my curls and she pushes my head down. I open my mouth and I start sucking the chocolate, starting from the most extreme point. Lilibeth pleasure is so great that her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist and her pelvis moves to mine, with a slow but steady rhythm.

"Oh my God, Brian, don't ... don't stop, please don't stop" she beg me, but I have no intention of stopping me right now.

I'm so hungry for her and her love, I eagerly bite her soft skin and she gasps, she tightens my curls even more, she's gripped by an entrancing torture that is making her sigh my name in such an exciting way that my ears bleed with pleasure just hearing it. When even on the left breast there's no trace of chocolate anymore, Lilibeth's legs loosen their grip, allowing me to get up and straddling on her again. My wonderful sin of gluttony is lying on the fuchsia sheets, with the head on the pillow, and she's catching her breath.

"Just a word: fantastic" she tells me in a low voice, breathing heavily.
"You are fantastic, Lilibeth" I reply her, it's she who inspires me these crazy ideas, it's she who gives me the strength to put them into action.