“Ugh, I want a tattoo so bad,” you groaned to him, looking over into his deep brown eyes. You let go of his arm and roll on top of him, smiling down, “Where should I get it at?” You scoped your body for the perfect spot to suggest to him, then lifted up the edge of your over sized shirt, pointing to your hip, “What about right there?”

The soft sheets of your mattress frame the bodies of you and your boyfriend, Sam, as you lay in your California King sized bed, tangled into each other. Your arm is wrapped around his, examining all of his tattoos, and laughing as he tells you the reasons he got them. today was a lazy day, so just spending time with him on the couch was all you two had done.

“That’s probably the worst place to get it,” Sam laughed, putting his hand on your bare hip and rubbing in soft circles. You enjoyed that feeling. It was soft, comforting, and his contact made you feel great. You bit your bottom lip and pulled your shirt up a bit more, pointing to your ribs, “There?” He shook his head and put his other hand there, sliding it up slowly. You could tell he was getting horny, but you were going to hold it out as long as possible.

You pulled his hands off of you and stood up on the bed. “Ooh! How would you react if I got a tramp stamp?” You turn around and pull your shirt up slightly to show the area just above your behind.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Sam teased, staring at your bum, “You can make it say ‘C’est La Vie’!” You decided to take your shirt off the entire way so you didn’t have to keep lifting it up. Sam’s mouth had almost began to water at the sight of your body in nothing but your bra and panties. His eyes had been slowly growing darker with lust, and he pretending to just rest his hand over his pajama pants, when really he was really palming himself to settle his member. You got down and sat on his stomach, putting your hands on his bare chest.

“Where do you think I could get a tattoo?” Sam trailed his hands up your sides and behind your back, tickling the skin with the tips of his fingers, “Perhaps on your back…or on your wrist…Mm. Maybe even stars on your nipples.” He laughed and unhooked your bra, and you allowed him to do so. He slipped it off, staring. Not just your breasts, all of you. “To be perfectly honest, you look beautiful without a tattoo.” You blushed deep red and leaned down, kissing him passionately. You felt his lips pushing back and soon, the kiss became open mouthed and started to become sloppy.

Sam pulled away and kissed a trail down your jaw line, his hands resting on your hips and rubbing in small circles. He flipped it over so he was on top and kissed down your neck. Your jaw slacked in approval, moaning softly when he hit your sweet spot. He nipped the skin and sucked, leaving small hickies across your collarbone. “That’s a good tattoo, yeah?” he breathed on your neck, referring to the marks starting to light up against your skin. You giggled in reply holding his head to your skin as he continues to kiss down, eventually coming to your breast.

He rolled one of your nipples between his fingers, while taking your other in his mouth and gliding his tongue over it a few times. You moaned from the amazing feeling he was sending through your body already. Your hands moved down to his pajama pants where you grasped through the cloth and held onto his hard cock. He hummed against your nipple approvingly before kissing the rest of his way down your body. His breath tickled your skin, causing you to giggle slightly.

You were very ticklish, especially on your sides, so Sam knew to take time to blow on your sides softly, just getting you to squirm beneath him. He licked down your side and started to place kisses just above your pantie line before grabbing the thin cloth with his teeth and pulling them off. You bit your bottom lip, excited for what was coming next. Sam traced his middle finger down your slit, grinning at your wetness. You shivered at the touch and looked down at him, watching as his lips attached to your clit. He gently rubbed the sensitive nerve with his tongue, his hands moving to your thighs, rubbing them and spreading them apart.

Sam flicked his tongue over it hard, causing your hips to jolt into his face as you moan. You lace your fingers into his hair, holding him to your core as he continues to work his tongue. He pulls away, looking up at you and licking his lips before going back down, shoving his tongue into your hole. Your hips jolted again, pushing his head in farther as he laps at the the inside of you. Sam pulled away, panting heavily.

He slid his middle finger inside of you, thrusting it in and out, slow at first, then faster. You whimpered underneath him, your back arching. “I want you,” you blew out in a breath, “all of you.”

Sam winked and got up, you following his lead as you push him onto the bed and climb on top of him. You pull down his trousers and realize he doesn’t have any underwear on, so his cock frees in itself from the single restraint, pressing hard to his stomach. You bite your bottom lip and grin at the hard, juicy meat in front of you. Even though you were a vegetarian like he was, he made you carnivorous.

You don’t wait a single moment as you just take the entire thing into your mouth, hearing him moan when it hits the back of your throat. He pulls your hair back, holding onto it as he urges you to bob your head on the his hard length, and you oblige, gagging the third time it hits your throat. You pull away and start to stroke it hard, licking up the precum that’s oozing out of it. You grabbed a condom from the side drawer and used your teeth to tear the packaging, rolling the rubber down his manhood.

He flips the two of you over again so he’s on top. Sam readies himself at your entrance, and with one swift thrust is completely inside you. You moan loud as he thrusts hard and fast into your womb. He clawed at your breast, and you let him, loving when he got rough. He started to pant and grunt as he continued his fast rhythm. Your hands gripped the sheets and you moaned louder, feeling yourself coming closer.

The heat pooled in your pelvic region as he continued to thrust, and before you knew it, you were being sent over the edge.

“I want your cum,” you whispered sexily, having him pull out of you. He ripped the condom off and moved back up to your mouth. You sat up, and he shoved his dick into your mouth, fucking your face. Sam’s hard member was throbbing and you knew that he was close. You took control and grabbed his cock, jerking it until his body started to convulse. You opened your mouth and let the white fluid spurt onto your tongue, loving the salty sweetness that was your boyfriend. He smirked, that being your signal to swallow, and you did just that. You stuck your tongue out to prove that you did it, and Sam made the last move by playfully smacking your cheek with his now softening member.

Both of you lay back, and soon fall asleep in each other’s arms, forgetting all thoughts you once had about tattoos.