Tattoo Virgin (2 page)

My heart was in my throat. “It’s not like I didn’t want anything like that. I was always so jealous of other girls. But high school is about politics. And in college I go to classes and the library and my dorm room. And that’s it. It’s who I am.”

“But not anymore, right?” he asked, mirroring his earlier question. His eyes locked on mine, the light green smoldering, and I felt heat spread from the top of my spine down.

“No,” I said, almost whispering. “Not anymore.”
Was he leaning closer to me, his lips inching towards mine?

“
Your tattoo is done,” he said abruptly. “I was just finishing up the final touches.”

Stunned at the change of subject, I nodded and managed to stammer “O-oh, ok.”

He got up and held a hand out to me, pulling me off the chair. He led me to the mirror and then stood behind me, his huge hands engulfing my waist. We both looked into the mirror, and he grinned at my stunned expression. He put his head down next to my ear and whispered. “What do you think,
chica
?”

I couldn’t believe it. My skin was slightly red in places but the tattoo was breathtaking. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and it was now a part of me.
“Thank you,” I breathed.

He rotated my hips in his hands, turning me to face him. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said before cupping my jaw, his fingers pulling the back of my neck towards him. His thumb tilted my head back and he captured my lips, crushing them to his own in a mind blowing kiss, his hot tongue probing into my mouth.
This was so fucking better than summer camp.

My arms snaked around him and his hand still at my waist moved down to my ass, squeezing my right cheek roughly through the denim of my jeans. I moaned into his mouth as a shiver ran through my core.

His mouth broke away from mine. “So have you ever done anything besides kiss?” Panting, clinging to him, I shook my head no. He chuckled darkly before cupping both of my ass cheeks in his hands and lifting me up, his arm carefully avoiding my tattoo. My legs wrapped around his waist and he walked out of the room, supporting my weight with one arm as he opened the door. He took me to the back waiting room where I had signed my consent forms on the first day and sat me down on a pale green divan, my back against the wall. He kneeled in front of me and ran his hands up my thighs, his strong hands squeezing around them. My bikini top had shifted when he had picked me up and my left nipple was threatening to fall out. Mike leaned forward and bit it through the fabric, sending a pulse directly to my clit and making my back jump away from the wall. His hands moved up my body possessively, stopping at the places where my bikini was tied together. In seconds the ties were undone and he pulled my bikini top away from my body with his teeth. Discarding the scrap of cloth on the ground he turned and looked at me, his eyes intense.

“
Goddamn,
chica
, this has to be the prettiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen.” He leaned in, grabbing one from underneath in each of his massive hands, hefting them up. My nipples stood out straight, harder than they had ever been before, and as he leaned in and lightly traced the areola of my right nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth I couldn’t stop a moan from escaping. He chuckled against my skin, sending shivers down it, and moved to my left nipple, giving it the same treatment. I gripped his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life. His hands moved down to the button of my jeans and soon they were being pulled from my legs.

Mike spread my knees apart, kneeling between them. He stared at the thin scrap of cloth covering my pussy, then back to my eyes. “This doesn’t look like the underwear of a virgin,”
he teased, yanking lightly at the part of my thong covering my mound, forcing the already soaked material in between my pussy lips. I moaned again and he smiled, rolling his fingers under the strings around my hips. Gently, but quickly, he pulled my thong down, tugging the material out from my pussy.

I might have been a virgin, but I took care of myself. I was clean shaven and he stared at my smooth mound in admiration, lust lighting up his eyes. He softly ran his fingers up my cleft. “So fucking wet and soft,” he murmured.
“Like a flower,
una flor.
” When his fingers landed on my clit my body jumped as if it had been electrified. It felt so good, so much better than when I touched myself. His fingers were rougher than mine, wider too, and he rubbed my clit possessively as he sucked one of my earlobes into his mouth. When he bit down lightly on my ear, his fingers still rubbing deliciously against my clit, I felt my orgasm hit suddenly, a fast, rising sweep of heat that blasted from my stomach to my scalp. I could feel the roots of my hair tingling and I let out a long, low moan.

Mike chuckled. “
So responsive. If you liked that, wait ‘til you see what’s next.” With that he began kissing down my body, pausing at each of my nipples before tracing right beside the edge of my tattoo with the tip of his tongue. He didn’t lick the tattoo itself but the skin around it was ultra-sensitive and I gasped at the sensation.

He stopped when his mouth hovered over my pubic bone.
I squirmed, knowing what was coming. He huffed hot air over me and I could feel my pussy lips opening up like petals to him.

“
Qué bonita, mi flor de jazmín,
” he whispered before lowering his mouth to the cleft of my pussy. His mouth was hot, his tongue warm and wet as it flicked against the hood of my clit. I had never felt anything as amazing as this and my back bucked off the couch. He lapped at my pussy, pulling the thick lips of both sides of my labia into his mouth, sucking each of them delicately before letting them go. He tongued the entrance to my vagina lightly, dancing over it before smooshing his face against my pussy and sticking his tongue in as far as it would go. I yelped and my hands seemed to travel of their own volition down to his head, gripping his thick black hair as I moaned out in pleasure. He tongued in and out, fast, and my heart sped up in time with his motions. When I was on the brink he pulled back, chuckling when an animalistic mew released from my throat.

“Ah-ah-ah, not so fast this time
,
mi flor
,” he said, tsk-ing and kissing the joint between my pussy and thigh. I writhed on the divan, desperately needing his mouth back on me. He teased me, kissing all around my pussy, pebbling feather-light kisses along the inside of my thighs until I was panting and moaning, trying to angle my hips to push his mouth where I needed it. He lifted his head and caught my eyes with his own, holding my gaze while he slowly plunged the middle finger of his right hand into my pussy.

I had never had anything other than a tampon in there, even when I had played with myself at home, and his one finger felt incredible, unlike anything else I had ever experienced. Mike’s mouth opened a little while his finger was pushing in and out of me slowly and he
kissed my thigh before murmuring, “Goddamn you’re tight,
mi flor
.” Slowly, he pushed another finger in, widening me up. My head dropped back against the wall as I let my body adjust. Mike kissed the top of my mound before finally pressing his tongue back to my clit again, lapping at the bud while his fingers pressed in and out.

Shivers ran all the way
up and down my body, coursing along my spine, tingling my toes and fingers. My legs started shaking first, followed by my torso and shoulders. The muscles in my stomach clenched and unclenched rapidly as my orgasm slammed into me, and my pussy clamped down hard on his fingers. “Ahhhhh,” I screamed, riding out the wave of pleasure. My legs shut tight around his head and my hips lifted toward the ceiling. Mike continued to lap at my clit as I came, prolonging my orgasm, letting it tear through me.

Once I started to calm down, my heart pounding in my ears, I was able to unclamp my knees from the sides of Mike’s head
. He pulled back, grinning, the lower half of his face covered in my juices. “I can’t wait to feel that pussy fluttering on my cock. That was incredible.”

“Yes it was,” I managed to gasp. I let myself sag forward off the divan, my knees landing on the carpet on either side of his hips, and threw my arms around his shoulders. I kissed him frantically, pressing my whole body agains
t his as I tasted myself on his mouth. His big hands pressed into my spine, pulling me even tighter against him and we ground our hips together. I needed to get him naked. I
needed
to touch his bare skin. Pulling back, my fingers scrabbled for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up. He lifted his big arms for me, his biceps massive and so beautifully formed as he held them over his head.

Once I threw his shirt aside
I drank him in, my eyes trailing over the tattoos covering his skin, beautiful Japanese landscapes and scenes and designs that swirled around each other. Seeing his tattoos calmed my near delirious agitation and I paused to fully appreciate them, awed at this flesh made canvas. Mike was patient as I ran my fingertips over the designs, following where they trailed, but I could feel his body humming underneath mine. As my finger slid over the skin on his hard pectoral muscle, the tip of my fingernail grazed the edge of his hard brown nipple and he moaned, low and under his breath. The sound resonated in my pussy and I shuddered, smiling at him with an open mouth. His hands moved to my hips and I felt him try to lean me back but I resisted.

“No. My turn. Let me please you this time.” Despite my bold words, I basically had no idea, other than general knowledge, of what to do. I decided to start with his pants. While my fingers grabbed on to the button of his jeans I leaned my head forward and traced my tongue around his nipple
and then sucking on it lightly. I figured that what felt good on me probably felt just as good to him, and I was rewarded when his breathing hitched and his hands gripped my hips tighter.

Once I had unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, I lightly pressed against his chest. He was a solid block of muscle and if he didn’t work with me I knew I wouldn’t be able to budge him
, but happily he leaned backwards, laying down flat on the carpet. He lifted his hips when I tugged at his jeans and boxers and soon he was just as naked as I was.

I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw his dick. I was no expert but from what I had heard about from other girls, Mike was far bigger than average. Besides being thick in circumference, I guestimated that he had to be
at least nine inches long and really didn’t see how all of that could fit inside me. Mike, noticing my hesitation, propped himself up on his elbows, (which by the way did amazing things to his stomach muscles.) “It’ll fit,
flor
, don’t worry.” His eyes creased in the corners with amusement.

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, then moved down his body until my head was positioned next to his dick. I looked into his eyes nervously and he nodded once, giving me the confidence to take his dick into my hand.

It was hot and harder than steel, but the skin was satiny. My fingers could just barely touch around the girth and I squeezed him tightly. He hissed and his hips shifted on the ground. I slowly ran my grip down to the base and then back up again. As my fist got to the top, a dot of liquid appeared on the tip. My eyes searched his again questioningly and he smiled reassuringly. “That’s a good thing, baby. It’s called precum. It means my little guy really likes what you’re doing.”

This was incredible. Absolutely amazing. I watched as the bead of liquid swelled while I ran my hand along his thick cock. Gathering my courage, I leaned forward and touched the tip of my tongue to the liquid. He groaned loudly and I pulled away, afraid I had done something wrong. His precum stretched from the tip of my tongue to his dick in a thin line.

“
Santa María, Madre de Dios!
” He hissed out in one quick breath, his eyes focused on the line between my tongue and his cock. “Goddamn, girl, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. Don’t stop!”

Smiling, I lowered my tongue back to his dick. I li
cked up all the precum at the top, loving the tangy, salty taste of it, before opening my mouth as wide as it could go and lowering it over his dick. I went as low as I could, which was only about halfway down, before his thick cock bumped against the back of my throat. At the sensation my pussy clenched and I realized I was getting turned on by going down on him. I gripped the base of his dick with my hand and sucked hard, slowly bobbing my head up and down, loving the moans I elicited from him.

Once I got used to the motion, I started getting bolder with my tongue, running it back and forth and swirling it when I reached the tip. His breath hitched when my tongue licked under the mushroom shaped head
of his dick and I focused there.  Latching my lips around his head, I sucked hard and ran my tongue back and forth on his sensitive spot, my hand continuing to stroke him hard, loving the way the thick muscle pulsed faster and faster. His right hand came down to rest on my hair, warmly covering the crown of my head, while his other arm propped him up so he could watch. I looked up at him, catching his eye while my cheeks were hollowed out around his cock and he grimaced with pleasure, his luminous eyes rigidly focused on my own. He groaned again, loudly, and his fingers ran through my hair and latched on, lightly pulling me off his cock.

“Enough,
mi flor
, enough. I don’t want to cum just yet.”