(SoA): "Did you really edge me?"

(SoA): "Did you really edge me?"

// Feeling cheeky :p

"Where do you say your tattoo would be, Bella?" Tig's voice echoed through the room.

"How long have you been watching me?" She asked, unfazed by his presence in the bathroom. She was standing in front of the mirror. A small white towel was wrapped around her soft plump body as she carefully studied her features on the mirror.

"Enough to want to remove your towel, that's for sure." He teased her with, slowly walking towards the woman who was still looking at her face. "So?.. Where do you want to have your tattoo?"

"Alex.." She gasped as she felt his hands gently stroke each side of the towel. Her eyes rolled a little and she bit her bottom lip harder. "Do you want me to show you?" He nodded, gently tossing her dyed pink hair to the side so her neck would be exposed.

"Yeah." He trailed off, his voice nothing more but a purr. She felt his hands move up to her arms and rolled her head to give him a better access to her neck. "very much so."

"Al...Alex... Let me focus so I can show you." She coyly said, battling every fiber of her body so she wouldn't give into him. He smiled at her, his calloused fingers roamed over the soft skin of her arms and rested on her shoulders. "I'm all ears, Bella."

"Are you though?" She teased him with, slowly untying her towel and allowing it to drop at her feet. He watched her reflection, his hands carefully placed on her collarbones and her neck inches away from his wanting lips. "Tig.."

"I'll behave." He sounded sincere, so she went for it. Her hand gently traced the curve of her breast and rested below.

"I want the tattoo to reach right below my right boob. It's going to be a massive piece, Tig. A very huge one with a skull, guns, roses and water lilies." She showed the area the tattoo was supposed to cover, pointing where she envisioned each part of the tattoo to be. "And I would have your names written here, here and...Are you listening?"

"I am. I'm very attentive right now." He was.... well... half of his attention was on her words while the rest was focused on her body. She felt him bump against her plump ass and gently push her forward and against the mirror. His head was white, hot white with desire and she could feel his throbbing bulge press against the small of her back.

"You're not! Alex.... haaan..." She bit back a moan and rolled her eyes as she tried to resist the urge to moan louder. He felt good, some of his weight was pressing her against the glass and she knew that if she wasn't careful, he would have her crush it into pieces. Well, Alex would avoid something like this from happening, but she didn't know that. he was the crazy one after all. "Al---"

"What? What Bella?" He teased her with, biting the tip of her ear so she would melt against him. Asma held the mirror with both hands, holding as tight as she could but Tig was relentless in his teasing. She tried to speak, but her words were interspersed with moans and her mind went blank. Her senses were focused on him and him only, on..hey! why did he stop?

Tig pulled away from her, cleared his throat and quietly left tot he bedroom without a word. He had her worked up in a matter of minutes. Had her forget about the tattoo she was going to have made to match the one he had on his skin. He left her panting a little, flustered and upset that he left her on the edge. She grabbed the towel and wrapped it against her frame and groaned.

"Alex! How dare you?! I was talking about my tat' and you fucking edge me??? You come here, you edge me? ME???? COME BACK HERE! COME FUCKING BACK HERE!!!"

No answers. Did he really just edge her? Did he?

-TBC-