He’d noticed the tattoo, of course. It had been a surprise, but a very, very nice one. The design was lovely – Jack wondered where she’d come up with it, and what artist she’d gone to – and the fact that it matched his own sent a warm fluttering through him. He would ask her more about it later, but right now, they had far more pressing matters to deal with.
He moaned faintly into her mouth as her breasts pressed against his bare chest. The tip of his tongue brushed against her lips, silently asking entrance. As she nudged her hips against him, he reached behind her and carefully pushed a few strands of the ribbon from her bottom, so that he could properly feel the soft curves of her rear.
Jack Maple 