Me.
“Start before I change my mind.” Willow danced her eyes around the room, taking small breaths in through her nose.
The buzzing echoed over the walls, Beth was still fixated on herself. Which I guessed was probably normal for her.
Not once did she glance at her friend under the gun, or ask her how she was holding up.
And Willow thinks I'm full of myself?
Letting my fingers glide around her skin, my cock stayed hard and firm. She really was a gorgeous woman, and I was hoping this tattoo would give her some more confidence.
It was easy for me to see that she walked with her head down, shoulders slouched, face hidden to the world.
But she didn't need to. She was sexy, strong, and had a body I was ready to take.
The picture I drew for her signified that. Cherry blossom trees went back hundreds of years in Japanese culture. They showed fragility, and were a reminder that life was overwhelmingly beautiful.
And for its darker meaning, that life is also tragically short.
I didn't want her to be gone, and knowing that my art would be on her flesh forever, cemented a blanket of relief.
Even if I'd never see her again, I would always be a part of her.
Perfect. My name was one she's wearing for a lifetime.
“Need a break?” I asked, wiping the raw stencil to clean it for shading.
“No, I'm good. How's it coming?”
“Gorgeous, just like the template it was made for.”
“Stop, you don't need to force yourself to be nice.”
“I'm not forcing myself, it's the truth.”
“Well, I don't like it. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“You shouldn't be uncomfortable, you should smile and say thank you.”
Rolling her eyes, Willow grabbed her phone and started to stare at the screen. Her gaze was intense and blank.
She was thinking, running what I said over and over on a wheel in her head. But she was trying so hard to make me think she didn't care, that my praise of her body was some sad excuse to apologize for nothing.
Why the hell am I so turned on by that?
Why do I care what she thinks, or feels about what I say?
Because you want to learn more about her, you want to know her.
You want her.
The tips of my fingers squeezed her upper thigh, inching their way in towards her pussy.
Willow's eyes shot away from her phone and onto my hand. From the corner of my eye she watched me, but she didn't say a word.
Is she just curious to see if I'd go any further, or does she want me to go further?
That was the part I was trying to figure out. She was trying to use a wall to stay calm, using her defenses to keep herself from giving away any hint of attraction towards me.
It wasn't working.
Because it was there, I could feel, see it, hear it. As much as she wanted to hide it, I could read the signs.
I just wasn't sure how far she'd let me go.
Each pulse through her veins increased, quickening the closer I brought my hand. The twitching in her thigh sped up, turning from a single thump to a drum roll. Her face began to gloss over, small beads of sweat formed over her temples and soaked into her hairline.
Every part of her body was telling me she felt something, yelling at me that her words meant nothing and she wanted me to. Maybe she was thinking about the tattoo ending, and my fingers being drawn away.
When it was over she'd have to leave, she'd have to walk out the door that brought her in. I didn't want that, but it was inevitable.
Maybe it's been awhile since she's been touched. Maybe she hasn't been this close to a guy in ages.
From her slap down of my compliment, to the nervous twitch of her hands, it didn't appear she was as 'eagerly needy' as her friend. Willow looked unsure, anxious, and still very, very takeable.
Maybe I was reading way too much into this, and it was my obsessive nature that was trying to force a connection between us.
That was a bad habit I'd never been able to quit. When I found something I wanted or something I enjoyed, I would dive in with both feet, and let it consume me.
Always a good and bad thing.
That obsession drove me to do amazing and horrible things with my life.
Right now, I was on a high. Everything around me had turned from ashes to gold. Changes I forced to take place held me in that euphoric state.
I wanted to engulf my world in the things that made me happy. And right now, Willow was making me very happy.
Beth's phone burst into a loud ring, her head finally getting torn from the mirror. “Lo, I got to take this, be right back.” Her heels clicked like tiny cymbals as she disappeared into the hall.
Perfect, now we were alone.
“It's about time she left.” My fingers ran lightly over her knee, her body trembling before my touch even spread.
“She's not that bad.” Willow's face flushed, tongue gliding slowly over her lips.
“Maybe not, but I'm almost done with this, and can't stop thinking about something else.” Letting my fingers fall a hair closer to her hidden sex, I waited to see if she'd push me away, shove my hand back and tell me to fuck off.
She never did.
Instead, her thighs parted, fingers gripping the arms of the chair to the point they were white. And when she swallowed, I could hear it.
Even the beats of her heart started to pound right out of her ribs, echoing around the room like wind in a tunnel.
Our eyes locked, hers flickered in silver lightning, warming and prowling my fingertips. “What's that?”
“Can I show you?” Slipping a glove off, I skirted my fingertips towards her inner thigh. Pausing, I said, “But you can stop me at any point.”
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, head tilting back with a sultry snap. “I don't know what you're asking me.”
My hand slowly danced across the hem of her dress, peeling back the edge to reveal a satin pink diamond. Flutters hit my chest, my hand twitching with eager need to rip the material clear off.
God, I need to have her. All of her, in every way possible.
Willow closed her eyes, legs parting further. She didn't speak, she didn't tell me to stop, or even to keep going. So I did what I felt, and tickled my fingers across her hidden pussy.
Her chest jumped with a quick gasp, breathing turning shallow, thighs opening even wider.
Words aren't needed, her body speaks thousands.
Curving my index finger into the edge of her panties, I plucked them to the side. A shadow from her lap hid the view, but I could see a faint glimmer of her lips. Feeling the smooth surface, it was wet and soaked, pulsing with need.
Dropping my gun, I laid my free hand over my cock. The tip was engorged, pressing up into my jeans. Squeezing the crown, I fiddled with the button to pop it free. I had to release some of the pressure, my dick was angry and ready to break through the surface.
I want to fuck her, I need to fuck her.
Damn her friend for being here!
Pressing her thighs together, Willow rocked her hips forward, a graceful moan floated out from the back of her throat.
My balls tensed, cock throbbing as I drove my hand inside to grab the shaft. Stroking my length, I pushed my finger into her entrance. Eagerly she devoured my offer, closing around my finger and latching on.
Her hips dug down, rolling and gyrating in the chair. Faster and faster I thrust deep into her pussy, her juice smothering my skin in liquid temptation.