Pretty Belly Button Tattoo Novels & Stories

Dane replied dryly, batting his hands away. “Boys,” Jessica said, “you’re both pretty. Now shut up.” Surprisingly, they both did. “Look closely at his wrist, where the cloak rides up for a moment.” Caelum whispered in my ears, his hot breath fanning my cheek. I leaned closer to the screen, then like a light bulb turned on in a dark room, I could suddenly see it, a tattoo of a bird in a triangle, “Oh, I see it now!” I exclaimed excitedly.

I already knew what I wanted to do, so I took off my shirt. “What will it be, boss?” Ash asked after she had everything set up and was ready to go. Slipping on the black latex gloves over her dainty fingers. She styled her dark red hair atop her head, keeping it out of the way. I have wanted to get this tattoo for a long time, but there just hasn’t been time. So I point to the spot next to Tess’s name. “I want a teddy bear with button eyes, with a crown or tiara on its head.”

I soon feel his lips moving down when he stops suddenly by my belly button. "Ah, fuck. You've just turned me on even more." He mutters against my stomach, feeling his hands touch my belly ring before moving back. "Because I've got a belly ring?" I ask, breathless from his teasing and his fingers trailing lightly all over my body before settling on my tribal tattoo. He lifts my left breast up a little to get a better look at it, and I can feel his index finger softly touching my most personal and biggest tattoo. It starts from under my breast, going down my side, hips finishing just before my pubic bone under my panties.

He narrows at the waist but he has a defined six pack. He has a sexy outie bellybutton and a happy trail that disappears beneath his jeans. I wet my lips, dreaming of running my tongue along that V between his hip bones. The black ink on his skin is mesmerizing. Both biceps have large tattoos. There’s another on his left peck, and another along his right side. I grab his belt and pull him forward a step. His mouth crashes against mine. His hand tangles into my hair, smashing my lips against his. The other moves to the zipper between my shoulder blades. While I work on unfastening his belt, he lowers the zipper slowly.

“I will tell you everything while I help you bathe.” Once I am inside the bathtub, he picks up a sponge to help me wash my back. He places it on my right shoulder. Then he removes it. “I am pretty sure you didn’t have this tattoo before. When did you get it?” he asks. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at my back. While I can’t see it, I know what Caleb is talking about—the contour of a water lily on the middle of my back, a moon rising above it, and two stars on either side of it.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

The buttons near her collar had come undone—revealing the faint outline of a black tattoo. Briella’s eyes narrowed. That tattoo… ***

Fucking hell. My eyes greedily raked over her entire body, savoring each inch that was revealed to me. Her perky breasts with nipples that were already hardened peaks. Her trim waist that had our branded tattoo. There was a baby bump there now too, reminding me of our precious little blobs. The normally bare pussy had something new. The initials D and R were created by just a little bit of hair. Fucking right, babe. That pussy did belong to me. ‘Perhaps you should see if she’ll let you tattoo that right there,’ Byron suggested, excited by the show that she was putting on.

Jaela gasped. “What is it?” I panicked grabbing her shoulders. “Calm down son, show him your birthmark little one. I’m sure with his mind only on your romp in the sheets he never noticed it.” Jae rolled down the waist band of her yoga pants. There was an intricate tattoo of a lock surrounded by vines. “Your mate mark is that of vines without the lock” Tayen observed my neck. “Seeing as though you haven’t marked her, yet your mark is still incomplete.”

It was as if the feather held a secret, waiting to be unraveled. My hands clenched on my lap, so that I didn’t involuntary reach out to touch her. I didn’t want to startle her, but with every movement, her supple breasts bounced a little, making me bite my lips. I think Gabby was doing it intentionally as well, getting a kick out of just how aroused I felt. And aroused I was…especially when I had to clench my thighs together, a tingle of heat shooting to the apex of my thighs. Moving on, she pointed to the second tattoo on her waist, just under the waistband of her shorts, a bold declaration that read, "Never be Ashamed of Who you Are." The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wo