43. Chapter 43

Chapter 43

-Alison-

The soft hum of the tattoo gun stirred a hint of apprehension within me, yet Jared had sought my trust once more before commencing. With a nod of affirmation, I found myself reclined face down on the expansive couch in our bedroom. Our initial days had been a blissful retreat, entwined in each other's embrace, but the demands of the outside world beckoned. However, Jared was eager to leave his mark before returning to work.

I attempted to coax a hint from him regarding his design, but he maintained secrecy, prolonging the suspense and exacerbating my unease.

"Don't move," he murmured, his voice infused with intense focus.

"Easy for you to say when you know what's being immortalized into my skin," I countered in a hushed tone.

"You said you trusted me," he gently reminded.

"I do, yet it's natural to harbor some apprehension. Typically, one knows what to expect with a tattoo," I replied, detecting the soft exhale of breath escaping him.

Though my fears mounted, we were too deeply entrenched to halt the process. Striving to remain motionless, I could scarcely articulate the relief that flooded me when he finally announced completion. As the buzzing ceased and he withdrew, I let out a long exhale.

"Didn't you trust me?" he teased once more, his voice laced with playful taunt.

I rose from the couch, offering a smile as Jared removed his gloves.

"Despite seeing your drawings, I still can't shake the fear of a massive cock on my back," I confessed, eliciting laughter from him as he shook his head. He then applied soothing cream to the tender area. Instructing me to inspect his handiwork in the mirror, I pushed myself up, keeping my shirt modestly draped over my chest as I made my way to the bathroom.

Turning on the lights, I positioned myself at the sink to better view the tattoo. A gasp escaped me, and tears welled in my eyes at the sight. I blinked rapidly in an attempt to clear my vision, but water continued to blur my sight. Did he really create this? I wondered, before hearing him call for me.

Returning to the bedroom, I watched as he tidied up, our eyes meeting as he noticed the expression on my face.

"What's wrong?" he inquired. "Don't you like it?"

Despite his genuine concern, I found it difficult to speak. Shaking my head, I approached him, and he reached out for me as I drew near. Unsure of how else to convey my emotions, I kissed him fervently, leaving him slightly breathless as I pulled back, tears still lingering in my eyes.

"I love it," I breathed.

He reached up, gently wiping away the liquid on my cheeks. "Then why are you crying?"

"Because I love it that much," I confessed.

"Yeah?" His tone swelled with pride, and I nodded before stepping back, eager to admire his creation. Chuckling softly, he watched as I entered the bathroom to examine the artwork in the mirror. There, encircling the small heart tattoo Jared had crafted, was the outline of a dog, the heart positioned at the center of its chest. Tears welled up in my eyes once more as I gazed at it.

"Doggy's heart," I murmured to myself before seeking out Jared, who had settled on the couch.

He beckoned me closer, and I hurried over, settling into his lap while still clutching the shirt to my chest.

"I have another surprise," he revealed.

"Another?" I echoed, intrigued.

With a grin, he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing his forearm. There, in large swirling letters, it read ‘Alison's doggy'. Gasping, I attempted to read through the tears that welled up once again, prompting laughter from Jared. Drawing closer, he kissed my wet cheek and licked away the salty water.

"Do you like it?" he murmured in my ear.

"Yes," I breathed, before focusing on him. "I love it."

I drew him close, letting the shirt slip away as I kissed him with fervor, again and again.

"I love it so much. You're mine. You're mine," I gasped, feeling Jared pull me closer, his desire obvious.

In an instant, we began undressing each other, a profound need to unite after such a declaration of devotion. I shed my pants and underwear, while Jared guided me to straddle him, his need evident. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, savoring the moment as I adjusted to his size. Leaning in, he captured one of my nipples in his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through me and facilitating my descent onto him. Despite the teasing, I established a deliberate pace, relishing every movement.

He urged me on, his breath quickening as we neared the bliss. "Say you love me," he demanded.

Smiling, I obliged, "I love you."

"Am I the only one you've ever loved?" he panted, his deep breaths betraying his nearing climax, mirroring my own.

"You're the only one I've ever loved this deeply," I declared, witnessing a rare light in his eyes.

"Then say it again," he commanded, enveloping me in his embrace as he controlled our rhythm, ensuring I felt every thrust within me.

"I love you," I cried out.

"More," he demanded, our pace accelerating as we chased euphoria together.

"I love you. I love you. I love you!" I repeated, spurring him on as he took me with unabashed devotion. Together, we shattered, crying out each other's names, affirming the depth of our desire and commitment.