Cherry blossoms, looping around the music, down her stomach, over her ribs.

She braces her hands on my shoulders; her eyes are pinned to the mirror over my head, watching intently. Her breathing is shallow, and I can smell her arousal.

She’s so fucking turned on. I can’t wait to sink inside her.

I finish the petals that weave around her pussy, and then, on her hip, I sign my name.

Not because I’m the artist, but because she’s mine.

I’m completely in love with her. I just don’t know how to tell her because I’m afraid that as soon as I do, she’ll run at full speed in the other direction.

“All done,” I murmur and stand back, watching her turn in circles, admiring the art in the mirror.

“It’s gorgeous. I thought you’d draw some stupid stick figures or ‘Leo Was Here’.” She laughs. Her face sobers when she sees my face in the mirror.

“I want you,” I tell her.

“I’m right here.”

I can’t stop looking at her. At the stark black lines on her soft white skin. At her pink cheeks, flushed with lust. At her hot blue eyes, raking over my own naked torso. Her eyes still on the stars on my hips, and then jump back up to mine, and I can’t stand it any longer.

I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bed, lower her gently to the mattress and shuck off my jeans to join her on the soft bed.

“It’s my turn,” she whispers.

***

~Samantha~

I push Leo onto his back and kiss his chest, his shoulders, down his ribs. I nuzzle his belly button with my nose, enjoying the way his muscles clench at my touch. Gripping his hips in my hands, I kneel between his legs and lower my lips to the blue and red star on his left hip, kissing and licking, tracing the lines.

“I fucking love these stars,” I whisper, and switch sides, paying extra special attention to the scar above the ink, tracing the line of muscle that forms that sexy as fuck V.

Leo grips my head gently in his hands, and swears softly and I grin as I plant kisses down his happy trail to his hard cock.

I lick from the base to the tip and suck him in, grip him in my fist, and fuck him with my mouth. He tastes delicious, smooth yet hard at the same time.

“God, Sam,” he growls and fists my hair in his hands, guiding me up and down his glorious dick.

I pull back and lick his scrotum, earning me another growl. He clenches his eyes shut and throws his head back, but I want his eyes on me.

“Watch,” I whisper and smile encouragingly when his eyes find mine. I kiss the underside of the tip and then lick it and sink down over it again, until I feel him against the back of my throat, tighten my lips around him and lift up, and repeat the motion over and over again until I feel his balls tighten and lift, and his legs become restless. He’s gasping for breath.

I fucking love the effect I have on him.

“Stop,” he whispers.

I ignore him.

“Stop, Sam, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He grips my shoulders and pulls me on top of him, and kisses me deeply. “Your sassy mouth is gonna kill me.”

“Not a bad way to go,” I murmur and nip his chin. I straddle his hips and sit up, slide my wetness over his cock, and moan. He’s tracing the music drawn on my belly. “What is it?” I ask.

“Wrapped In You.” He smiles shyly and I gasp. That’s my favorite Nash song. “Do you like that one?” He asks.

I smooth my face and shrug. “It’s okay.”

Before I can blink, he grips my hands in his and reverses our positions, pushing me flat on my back, my hands held in one of his large ones over my head and his pelvis pressed to mine. “Admit it,” he whispers.

“Admit what?”

“You like it.”

I smirk up at him and try to pull my hands down, but he presses them harder against the bed. “It’s fine.”

With his free hand, he gently brushes loose tendrils of my hair away from my face, lowers his torso until his face is just inches from mine, and softly, so, so softly, begins to sing.

You make me tremble

When I hold you like this

You skin glowing in the moonlight

You have me all wrapped in you…

His voice is incredible. Even when he’s just talking, I can’t get enough of it, but when he sings, I’m lost to him.

He releases my hands and I caress his face gently with my fingertips, and pull his lips to mine and pour how I feel about him into this kiss, my hands on his face.

I am wrapped in him.

When he pulls back, I offer him a small smile. “That’s my favorite Nash song.”

“Really?” he breathes, his eyes are happy.

“Really. Who did you write it for?”

He frowns for just a moment and looks down at my lips, then back to my eyes. “I didn’t write it for anyone.” He kisses my nose. “But I think it fits how I feel about you. I’ll never sing it again without thinking of you.”

“You are so good to me,” I whisper.

“You deserve so much,” he whispers and kisses me again, deeper this time and I feel him reach over to his bedside to grab a condom.

“I want you inside me, babe.”

“I can do that.” He grins and pushes inside me, until he’s completely buried in me, and stops. “How’s that.”

“It’s okay.” I shrug and bite my lower lip, teasing him.

“Do you think you can do better?” He raises his eyebrows and then just as swiftly as he put me in this position, he reverses us again, so I’m straddling his lap and lying over his lean body. “Have at it.”

I gladly sit up and begin to ride him, clenching around him with every push and pull, up and down, reveling in his hands firmly planted on my ass, guiding me. His eyes are feral, pinned to mine.

“Feels so good,” I mutter and lean forward to brace my hands on his shoulders, bucking my hips, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, and I feel the energy gathering in my core, ready to be ripped from me.

“My God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His hands cup my breasts and pinch my nipples, hard, and then he soothes them with the pads of his calloused fingers. He suddenly sits up, his face level with mine, and kisses me hard, bites my lip and slaps my right ass cheek.

I lean down and suck on his neck, bite the muscle at the top of his shoulder and go crazy when he pulls me down hard, circling his hips, and makes me come, my orgasm ripping through me.

“That’s it, baby.” He licks up and down my neck, and when I come down from the high, he slips his hand between us, and rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb, and I come again, making him groan.