For several years, my cell block was lucky to have a man whose talents lay outside the concrete walls we were stuck in. His drawings were so detailed that within weeks, he had a long list of people ready to be inked. Once a few of the guards saw what he could do, they snuck in proper equipment and turned the other way in exchange for fresh ink when they wanted it. This design, though, was important for both of us. It told the story of him and his murdered wife, and the man he had to become to get his retribution. What I wanted, what I saw, was the man I had to become for me to find the life I still wanted.
The woman I wanted.
“It's beautiful.”
“She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,” I breathe, almost inaudible, staring at Brynn.
She looks up at me, eyes wide and vulnerable. Her throat bobs as she swallows. Standing, and taking the edge of her t-shirt, she is so close I feel her body heat as she slowly pulls it over her head. My eyes rapidly cover her skin as each inch is exposed. The swell of her breasts, her nipples pebbling so hard underneath her bra, begging me to touch them.
Reaching over, I quickly turn the shower on.
It will be a cosy fit with the two of us but there is no way I'm getting in there without her. Flicking my belt open, I let my pants drop to the floor. My legs are also covered in tattoos, but I know it's my thick cock that has Brynn gasping as I kick my pants to the side. My black briefs barely contain my length, the elastic pulling away from my hips from how hard I am.
Reaching forward, I unbutton her jeans and kneel again as I ease them down her legs. The soft porcelain skin of her stomach at perfect eye level. My hands ease up her thighs, and I can feel her trembling underneath my touch as I lower her panties. My mouth salivating at her almost bare pussy glistening before me. A perfectly trimmed landing strip guiding me to the one place I want to be buried inside of.
Her hands dart in front of her, covering her cunt from my view and I growl, standing to my full height. “Don't cover yourself from me.”
“Ha, that's easy for you to say. You've got allthatunder your clothing. Your muscles have muscles.” She sighs, bringing both hands to her face.
Quickly taking my briefs off, I reach behind her, my cock pressing into her belly as I unclasp her bra.
“Come have a shower with me. I promise I won't look at your body if you don't want me to.”
“Said no guy ever, Grizz.” Her hands drop, along with her bra, her body exposed to me, and I wish she could see herself how I do. “My body looks different. I know Jovie is almost ateenager but I never seemed to bounce back like they say you do.”
Holding my hand out to her, she takes it as we step into the shower, groaning as the hot water hits her back. Stepping in front of her, I take my two in one shampoo and set to work on lathering and massaging her hair. It's not the fancy girl stuff you can get but it works good enough for me. After the storm has passed, we can go shopping for whatever her and Jovie need.
Her head tilts back, eyes closed, her body pressed against mine. My cock throbbing, desperate to find a way inside her, trying to ignore the way my cock weeps as it bounces between our pressed bodies.
“That's two things now I'm angry at you about,” I utter softly. “First, you run into a burning building–” cutting her off before she says she needed to get Jovie. I know she needed to. I understand. But I could have lost two people tonight. “And second, you're talking bad about my favorite person and the body she used to grow my second favorite person.”
“Grizz,” she moans.
“Don’t talk about what's mine like that again, Brynn.”
My hands move from her hair, leisurely exploring her body. Circling her ass, I pull her closer, thrusting my cock between us, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
“J—” I don't give her time to finish whatever she was going to say. For the next few minutes, nothing else matters. Not the storm raging outside or Jovie sleeping peacefully in the bedroom. Bringing my lips to hers, our kiss is lazy compared to earlier. Her mouth opening for my tongue as soft little whimpers echo off the tiles.
I ease my hand between us, cupping her pussy.
“We can't,” she says, not stopping our kiss. “Jovie.” A simple excuse, I'm sure she's used many times before.
“Jovies asleep. Right now, the only thing I want you thinking about is being my woman and coming on my fingers.”
Without hesitation, I sink two fingers inside her tight, wet pussy, her mouth opening wider, moaning into mine. “That's right, baby. Ride my hand,” I breathe out, coaching her on as her hips rock back and forward.
I press the heel of my palm against her clit, giving her the extra friction she's searching for. Her fingers digging into my shoulder, her pussy squeezing the closer she gets. Pushing her against the tile wall, she wraps her leg around my thigh, giving me better access and allowing me to change the position of my hand so my thumb can rub circles over her clit.
Breaking our kiss, I take one of her nipples in my mouth. It's meant to be soft. A little love bite. We don't need to jump into the deep end when I have a lifetime to explore her body, but the minute I feel her hand clasp my cock, I'm a goner. I bite down, flicking my tongue over her hard nipple as she squeezes me harder in response. Dragging my fingers against her walls, I increase the speed and pressure. She takes one stilted jerk of my cock, her head resting against the tiles as we both fall over the edge. Biting down on her lip to stifle her cries. Her pussy clenches my fingers tightly as I come over her stomach, crowding her body with mine, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. Her cheeks are flush as I ease my fingers from inside her, bringing them up to my mouth.
My first taste.
Groaning, I lick my fingers clean, grinning as she stares at me, the hot water steaming around us.
“Grizz, you can't?” She gasps. I think my girl might be a little more sheltered than I thought.
“I assure you, baby, I can, and I will,” I say, taking my now clean fingers and smearing my cum over her round breasts,rubbing myself over her,claiming her, before bringing them up to her mouth. “Stick out your tongue.”
