Heather Rainier by His Tattooed Virgin

warm and satiny as he rested his forearm against it. When he reached the elastic waist of her G-string, he hooked it with his thumb and kept drawing.
    “I’d love it. I want to leave all that behind, for as long as—” She cut off whatever she was about to say but he could guess at it. For as long as I have.
    “Do they think it’ll come back?”
    “There’s always the chance, but the doctors seemed optimistic. I feel nearly as good as I did before the first diagnosis. So you can understand why I went a little overboard with the whole going-for-it attitude when opportunity presented itself with you.”
    Knowing her history did cast what had happened the night before in a whole new light. He understood why she didn’t want to wait for her wedding night. And why she hadn’t voiced a need for a commitment. He wanted to give her what she wanted but still stood by his convictions. “I do understand a little better. I promise it’s not because I don’t want you.” He met her gaze. You know I do. His erection stirred again at the way her eyes drank him in. The unusual blue-green color blended with a striation of brown within the iris gave her eyes a sensual, earthy glow that he had to force himself to look away from, to continue drawing.
    They lapsed into thoughtful silence, and he continued drawing. They listened to the music and the work settled into a rhythm.
    With the section on her abdomen complete, he rolled his chair back and said, “I need you to stand for the last part, Jayne.”
    She nodded silently and eased to her feet. He drew near and closed his eyes as he breathed in slowly, swamping his senses with her secret, seductive fragrance. Her sweet little cunt was inches from his mouth, and he wanted so much to pull the G-string from her and feast on her. She laid her hand on his shoulder for a moment as she steadied herself, and he looked up at her.
    Her eyes glowed with arousal, and she bit her lip as her brow furrowed faintly. He finished drawing the basic design and capped the marker and rolled back a few inches.
    Gesturing to the full-length mirror hung on the wall, he asked her to go take a look and stayed on the stool because his cock was ramrod stiff and getting even harder as she turned her back on him to walk to the mirror.
    He wanted nothing more than to reach out and stroke and squeeze those lush, round globes. Her ivory-toned flesh was perfect all over, just as he knew it would be that day two weeks before when he’d helped her into the pool at the Divine Creek Ranch.
    He was curious to see how she’d take the tattoo machine because that would determine how detailed he got with her tattoo. They’d take it in stages, and he’d add in layers of detail if she handled it well.
    It was his turn to feel heat creep into his face when she glanced at him in the mirror and caught him ogling her derriere.
    She smiled and giggled. “Caught ya.”
    He grinned at her and rolled his eyes as his cock throbbed miserably. He was rethinking his no-sex rule already. The tattoo would take at least a month to complete by his calculations. A lot could happen in a month.
    “Ready to get started?”
    She turned to look at him face-to-face and nodded. “Yes. I’d like that.”
    He noticed that she had goose bumps and reached into one of the cabinets for a sterile paper drape, unfolded it, and laid it over her hips once she was on the table.
    She put her hand over his where it rested briefly on her hip and dazzled him with her smile. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me uncovered for this or not.”
    I’d always want you uncovered, beautiful. “I want you comfortable. I’ll move it aside when I have to, and after I’m done with your top half, I’ll drape you there too.”
    He positioned her on her left side with her right arm resting on a cushion in front of her so he had unfettered access to her right side. “I’m right-handed, so I’d like to begin on this side. If it gets to be too much, let me