Sternum Between Breast Tattoos Novels & Stories

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Grace nearly dropped the soap. Scars, large and small, crossed his torso. She'd seen bullet scars before. There were two right next to each other under his left arm. She was so focused on the terrible scars that she barely noticed the black, abstract, curvilinear tattoos on his chest and shoulders. They were fierce, with what looked like stylized talons interwoven with curving, concentric whiplash curves. He was bruised almost black on his right side. More tattoos covered his wrists and elbows in precise, flowing patterns made up of repeating geometric shapes. The burn scar on his left hand was part of a larger burn that marred the tattoo right up to his elbow.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

Right there, above her navel is the mark. I take in the black and white flowers tattooed over her right shoulder. The delicate leaves end right beneath her key bone and it seems to climb behind her shoulder too. A black lily climbs its way up the side of her left hip. The same lily in white is wrapped around yhe the black one snaking down it.

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

Squeezing firmly on my right breast, I let out a little cry as I gripped the nipples between my forefingers and thumbs and began tweaking my rock-hard nipple. "I seriously do have a great rack." I laughed as I looked down at the girls; they were large and perky and fell just in the right place. I had a tattoo; it was some sort of mandala tattoo that sat perfectly between my breasts. A chain followed the curve under my boobs with little gems and flowers trailing off it. It was cute, very impulsive and not at all my style, but I had to admit as the water trailed over my body and fell from my enthusiastic tits. I rocked that, too!

“Very well. Why don’t I spar with you? Let’s see if you walk that talk. If you manage to drop me on my ass, then I’ll call you boss for one week.” She smirks evilly and steps forward. Her chin and head are raised high in defiance as she glowers at me. A frown mars my face as I wonder what she’s playing at but then she takes off her t-shirt and remains only in a tiny as fuck sports bra. What the fuck? Her breasts are almost spilling out of that thing and she has a butterfly tattoo on top of her right breast. Suddenly my mind goes blank and all I can do is stare at her chest that was carved to perfection. Damn... she's fine.

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.

Avery started to say as I walked passed him towards the table in here where I had previously placed my phone on. “No, thank you. I love my skin flawless, yours looks so cool though.” I said as I started to turn back around towards him. He was still yet to wear the white shirt and my eyes zeroed in on the tattoo onbe again. It was drawn in a way that it almost went over his left breast bone, and over the top of it as well. It looked really wild and cool, even though I couldn’t really make out the image he had on, “It’s not completed yet, you won’t be able to understand it yet until it gets completed.” He started to say and I lifted my eyes off his chest to stare into his face before starting