Ainsley

I wake up the next morning warm and content, laying on my belly. I peek open my eyes and see the sun streaming through the curtains. I groan a little and stretch.

"Sit still, angel." I hear Billy's husky voice from behind me. His hand wanders down my back to the curve of my hip, pushing me gently back into the mattress.

I feel a small tickling sensation just below my shoulder, skating across my skin. I try to turn, but I can't see him from this position.

"What are you doing?" I ask sleepily, yawning a little.

"You'll see." He says quietly. I lay still, enjoying the feel of his hands on me as he continues whatever he's doing. After a few minutes he pulls back and I go to turn over.

"Not yet." He instructs.

A moment later, he shows me his phone, a picture of my naked back, cut off just before the curve of my ass, but the main focus is the drawing on my shoulder.

"What's this?" I ask, looking at him.

"I had a tattoo idea." He says shrugging, his face going pink. I smile at him and focus more on the picture.

It's two women, holding hands with a little girl in between us. Both of the women have wings, but one of them is floating as the little girl tries desperately to hold on to her. Tears prick my eyes as I look up at Billy. He's smiling nervously and points to the wings.

"You're both angels. Just in different ways." He says quietly and his words are my undoing. I let out a sob, throwing myself into his naked chest as he holds me.

"It's beautiful." I whimper. "It's perfect." I add, amazed that he was able to encapsulate so many emotions into such a small image.

"I want it. Today." I say, wanting to do it before I lose my nerve. Billy's eyes go wide as he takes in a sharp breath.

"Are you sure, angel? Don't feel obligated since I drew it. It's not a big deal." He says and I shake my head.

"No. I want it. I've never seen anything more beautiful." And then I remember what day it is. "But it's Sunday. The shop is closed." I say disappointed. Billy chuckles and I look up at him.

"There are some benefits to being best friends with the owner. I wouldn't work on you with anyone else there anyway. Get dressed, let's go." He says and I hop out of bed.

"Can I shower or will it wash off?" I ask and he pulls me into the shower.

"I took a picture. I'll need to make a stencil anyway." He says, pulling me under the water stream.

I take some soap and use my hands to run it along the hard planes of his chest. He groans and tips his head back, enjoying the feel of my touch. My hands wander down his abdomen to the hardness of his cock. I wrap my hand around it, pumping it gently a few times and he groans again.

"Angel..." He murmurs and I pull him closer to me, standing up on tiptoes so I can press my lips against his. He kisses me like a man starved, threading his tongue in my mouth as one hand twists my nipple gently and the other finds my hip, his fingers digging in to the softness of my skin. I let out a needy whimper and he spins me around, holding me upright as my feet find traction against the shower floor.

"You want me, baby?" He murmurs in my ear. I nod and push myself back against his hardness. I hear his harsh intake of breath before the head of his cock runs the length of my slit, gathering the wetness before he teases my entrance.

"You sure?" He asks, a teasing tilt to his voice.

"Yes!" I scream, pushing back against him. He chuckles lowly, pushing in an inch before drawing back out. I grunt in frustration, but he doesn't make me wait. He pushes in to the hilt on one firm thrust.

I cry out in bliss, my legs shaking from the intensity of his intrusion. He holds me firm, his hands on my hips the only thing keeping me upright.

"That's my girl." He whispers in my ear, pulling out and thrusting back in gently. "You like that cock, don't you angel?" He purrs, the vibrations of his voice travel across my already sensitive skin.

"Yes, baby. Give it to me." I plead and he lets out a groan of approval, pulling out and thrusting back in even harder. The motion has my chest pressed against the cold tile of the shower, the contrast of the hot water and his heated skin against my back has my senses on overdrive.

His hands go from my hips up to my breasts, twirling each nipple as he speeds up the thrusts of his hips. His lips are on my neck, sucking and licking down my shoulder and back up to my jaw. One of his hands reaches up to pull the wet hair from my neck. He twirls it in his hand and uses the grip to twist my head to the side so he can capture my lips in a bruising kiss. I whimper into his mouth, pushing my ass out so he can go deeper.

"Fuck, baby." He murmurs into my mouth. "I'm gonna need you to come for me. I can't last much longer." He says before sliding his hand down into between my legs. He finds my clit and rubs it gently at first before speeding up. I feel my wetness seep between my thighs, my pleasure ratcheting higher until I hit the crest of my orgasm.

"Oh god, don't stop!" I shout, pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust, my body vibrating so close to the edge release. He twists my nipple a little harder, sucking firmly on my neck and it's the last bit of pleasure I need to explode around him. I let out a loud groan, my body pulsating around his length as he barrels into me one last time, pushing deep as he finds his own release.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling my back into his chest and pressing a kiss to my temple. He pulls out gently and spins me around to tuck my under his chin as we both breathe heavy.

"Was I too rough?" He asks and I shake my head.

"No. It was amazing." I say with a dreamy smile and he chuckles a little, planting more kisses into my wet hair.

"Let's actually get clean. I can't wait to see my work on your skin." He says with a possessive tint to his tone. He smacks my ass playfully, the sound of the water making it sound harder and I groan at the sensation. He cocks a brow at me and gives me a deviant smile.

"Oh really? My girl likes a spanking?" He asks and I giggle at him.

"If I do will you put me over your knee?" I ask seductively and he tilts his head back with a groan.

"You're killin me, angel." He mutters as he hands me the soap while I laugh.

An hour later I'm in the shop, watching as Billy draws the stencil for my tattoo. I watch his lean hands work, his motions fluid. There's a beauty to the way he draws, his eyes are focused, his body relaxed and I'm almost positive that if I said something right now he wouldn't even hear me. He doesn't need to look at the picture on his phone, he recreates the image to perfection, even adding a few extra details that he asks to make sure I like. I nod and he smiles warmly at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the back of the shop.

"No one usually comes here on Sundays, but I don't want you out in my usual chair if they do. No one is seeing you without your shirt on." He says, taking me to a small room a curtain over the doorway. It's more intimate and puts me instantly at ease.

He slips my shirt over my head and unclips my bra, his fingers trailing gently across my skin.

"Do all of your clients get this level of service?" I ask teasingly and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Only you, angel. If a girl needs to take off her shirt or pants she does it before I come in and covers up." He says and I nod, reaching out to run my hands up his chest.

"None of that, baby. I need to focus." He says with a smile, motioning me to lay down on the table. He spreads something over where he plans to put the tattoo before adding the stencil.

"What's that stuff?" I ask.

"Numbing cream. I never want to hurt you." He says sweetly, leaning down to peck a kiss to my lips.

"Have you ever had sex in here?" I ask and his face twists in distaste.

"No." He says firmly.

"You wanna?" I ask with a sly grin.