Sternum Between Breast Tattoos Novels & Stories

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

Her tongue slipped in my mouth again and she grinded back up while pinning my ass against her thight that was in between my legs. I sighed in the kiss and pulled my shirt off leaving me with the bra I had on and my shorts. I wanted to see more of her. So I held the hem of her shirt and she smirked when she saw what I wanted. She took off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so in an instant, her naked boobs were in view. Eyes blinking, my mouth dropped. This was the first time I was seeing her bare chest, so it was also the first time I was seeing the butterfly tattoo on her sternum in full. And it was spectacular with divine colors and shading, but it wasn't what had me hypnotized... What c

What she said was still ringing in my head. He had a tattoo of a crest on his back and another of three spades on the skin at his lower back directly above his left butt cheek. I was never into bad boys. I didn't like their vibe or the energy around them. I could live with a bike or a small tattoo but not the ones Jane described or the piercing in his left nipple. I mean, who in their right mind pierces their nipple? I couldn't fathom how someone as sweet, good, and adorable as Nancy could have a grandkid like that.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

I squatted down, having her step out of it. "Keep the heels on." I told her, finding her naked form in only heels hot as hell. She nodded with a deep blush as she bit her lip. My dick twitched in my pants with all the blood flowing to it. Seeing her like this made me all kinds of excited. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt with one hand as she watched me hungrily. I watched her the entire time, admiring her body. I finally saw the new tatto she had gotten on her ribs, adding to her sleeve. It was a pink breast cancer ribbon with the name mom written in it. She had added it for her mother.

Under her left breast, I can see the infinity sign, followed by the Japanese writing she has tattooed on her. I’ve asked what it means countless times, but she never told me once. My eyes linger on it for a second too long before averting my gaze back to her. “Nothing yet, huh?” She says, tugging at the thin straps. She drags them slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. Her hand moves to her back, unhooking her bra. It falls, revealing her full, firm breasts. breasts, breasts I’ve touched and tasted before. Ruth drags off her thong, stepping out of it, leaving her completely naked.

Then she took a good look at his tattoos. Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.