Derek

DEREK

" R ight there!" Indy whines, and her green-hued, sweat-slick body arches while I continue to drive further into her. The Aurora Borealis is our backdrop as we continue to do what we've been doing the last two days of our trip. Which is fucking in the yurt. The fact that I have anything left in me to give is a true miracle.

"Fuck, Indy!" I growl out as I thrust into her, shooting my load while roughly rocking her hips back and forth as she cries out, her orgasm taking hold. Indy collapses on me, panting and shaking from the… Fuck, I don't even know how many times we've come. I'm about to pull out when she whimpers.

"Darlin'," I give her a slight chuckle, but I gotta get out of this girl. My fiancée may very well be trying to pull my life force from my cock. And fuck if she ain't succeeding. I'm tired, dehydrated, and sore as fuck. "I know you like me in there, but you seem to start trying to get me hard again, and I need a break." Indy has this thing. I don't know if you'd call it a kink or comfort or what. She wants my cock in her. It's not always sexual; sometimes, it's just us lying together and going to sleep; she wants me inside her. Usually, I'm all for it because I'm as comforted by it as she is. But there is something in the air in this yurt or something because we haven't stopped fucking.

"I need you," she mewls while nipping at my throat. Fucking Christ. This is what I get. Men in their mid-forties getting engaged to a girl two decades younger than him. I deserve to have my life force sucked out.

"I don't think I have anything left to give, baby," she laughs lightly while staring up at me; her big blue eyes almost glow from the otherworldly night sky above us.

"Yeah, maybe we should take a break." I nearly whimper as my cock is released. Indy kisses my Adam's apple, between my pecs and down my abs, stopping right below my belly button. "How come you don't have a tattoo here?" She asks while running her sinful tongue along my lower abdomen.

"Uhhh… Fuck." I cry out as her tongue dips into my belly button. I feel it, my poor cock trying with everything he's got to get hard again. She's gonna kill me. "Never came up with one, I guess?" I say, not really thinking about anything besides her mouth kissing and sucking the sides of my shaft.

"Hmmm… you should get one there," she murmurs while licking my balls. My one arm goes behind my head as the other tangles in her mane, guiding her to my cock.

"If you keep getting me hard, I'm going to punish you. Is that what you want, baby girl?" I say, my tone low and warning. Indy's bratty response is to spit on my cock before dragging her tongue up the underside. "Fucking, damn it!" I growl, gripping her hair tightly while thrusting my cock down her delicate throat. Indy gags on the intrusion but I don't stop, I don't stop because in the time she and I have been together, I've learned that Indy enjoys the rough play.

With her MS and our size difference. It makes me nervous. But she promises to tell me if it's too much, and she has been true to that promise, stopping me when she starts hurting, or she's getting frustrated. And because she stays open and communicative with me, I give her this. "Is this what you wanted?" I grunt, thrusting into her mouth again and holding her head at the base while she gags. "I pull her off my cock roughly before standing up and walking to the window. I sit in a chair and pat my lap. "Get over here," I order, and she obeys. I sit her on my lap so her back is flush with my chest, and I hook my knees to spread her legs wide in front of the window.

"Derek!" Indy gasps. "Someone could see us this close."

"And?" I mutter, biting her shoulder as I grope her tits. "Put my cock inside you and fuck me in front of this window."

"But what if?" I wrap my hand around her throat, earning a whimper. Fuck, she's enjoying this too much.

"I said," I warn through gritted teeth. "Put my cock in that needy cunt. I want you to stare out there and let everyone see what a greedy little thing you're being tonight." No one can see us. If anyone even glances Indy's way in a restaurant, I'm ready to gouge out eyes. But I give my girl what she wants.

Indy whimpers as she slides me back into her hot, wet center and cries out when I rub her clit. "That's my girl, scream. I want them all to hear you. You are a better show than those lights above. Fuck this tight pussy. You hear how wet you are? Always so fucking needy."

"Yes," she pants, her head rolling back onto my shoulder. "Derek, yes. Harder!" I grip her throat as I drive into her further and faster.

"Rub that needy fucking clit," I bark while roughly pinching her nipple. "Show them what you like, what you crave. Come on, darlin', give us all a show we won't forget." Indy cries out as she comes around my cock. I feel her slowing on her clit, and I move her hand away to rapidly smack it.

"Ah! Oh fuck!" She screams as her orgasm rolls through her again.

"You don't stop coming until I tell you to!" I twist her around and stand, pressing her back against the glass window, and I drive into her again and again.

"I can't!" She begs. "I can't again!"

"You have one more in there for me, baby girl." I lick her jaw and suck on her earlobe. "I know you do. Be my good girl. Do you want to make me happy?" She lets out a whine, and I feel it happening. Gripping her under her knees, I drive into her as she wildly comes apart. Thrashing, screaming, and dragging her nails all down my body. I feel myself orgasm again, and I swear to fucking Christ, I think I momentarily black out.

Once we came down, I lay her in the bed and stared at the glowing beauty before me.

"Okay," she pants. "I'm really done."

"Indy, no." I groan as she sits on my table at Hel's while I continue to pack up for the night. We've been back home for a week now, and if she doesn't get off this goddamn kick she's on over this tattoo, I may have to flick her in the head.

"But why?" She pouts while pushing her purple-rimmed glasses up her slender nose. "I'm sure one of the guys would."

"I am not having one of those idiots that close to my cock." Indy huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. I raise a brow. "I'll tell you what." I stand up, unbuckling my belt.

"You want a tattoo there so bad; put it there." Her mouth falls open.

"You… I don't know how to tattoo! It would look like crap." I shrug, unzipping my fly.

"Either you woman up and do it, or you shut that beautiful mouth up and accept that it ain't happening." Indy looks from me to my crotch and back.

"Fine, I'll do it."

"What?" I involuntarily laugh as I scratch the back of my head. Fuck, this woman never ceases to amaze me. "Alright." Indy nods her head as she takes a seat on my stool.

"So, what do I need to do?" She asks, and I chuckle and shake my head.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Alright, darlin', let me set everything up."

"Stop looking so nervous," Indy scolds while tucking a pad into the front of my open jeans. She grabs a sharpie and taps her chin while looking at my lower abdomen. "What's this area called?" She asks, dragging the cap over my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt.

"Uhh… lower abdomen?" Fuck, this feels good. I'm about to have an erection under this pad. Indy snickers. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"No, the V area," she runs her hand over the area, and I bite back a moan. "Isn't this a belt or something?"

"Fuck!" I hiss as she drags her tongue across the area. "Adonis," I pant, my hand gripping my hardening dick through my pants. "Adonis belt, Indy, fuck baby–– HEY!" I nearly shriek as she pours the cool green soap mixture over the area she just licked.

"What?" She smiles innocently. "I know how important proper sterilization is to you."

"We are so past that," I growl in annoyance as she finishes prepping me before having me help her onto the table. She straddles my chest, her skirt riding up, and she's in a thong today. I slip her skirt higher and hook a finger around the thin fabric.

"Derek!" She reaches around and smacks my chest. "I'm concentrating on my art here."

"Mhmm, I'm concentrating on your art too," I muse while squeezing her ass cheek. "I'll tell you what, you get to tattoo me only if I get to eat you out during the process." I tease her slit with my finger, earning a shudder and whimper.

"That sounds like a great way to get a fucked-up tattoo," she mutters while sitting up, her wild raven hair tickling my chest.

"Well, I think it sounds like a great way to distract me from the pain. Now, are you gonna sit on my face or what?" Indy gives me a look, but a blush creeps up her cheeks as she nods. I slip her onto my face while grabbing my tray and pulling it over to her so she can reach it.

"I'm going to feel so bad if I mess this up," she says while inking the machine. I run my tongue over her pussy before kissing it loudly.

"Trust me, darlin', nothing could be fucked up if I'm spending the evening like this. Now, start." I take a breath as the familiar burn of the needle hits me. I may be covered in tattoos, but I'm not one who enjoys the feeling of being tattooed. Looking at her plump, glistening pussy, I feel like this might be the only way I'll be able to enjoy a tattoo ever again.

I allow her to get a couple lines in before I run my fingers over the lace, pulling the fabric to one side and sucking her clit into my mouth.

"Oh my god," she shivers as my tongue flips and twists around her bud.

"Keep going," I order, giving her ass a tap. I feel another line and groan into her pussy. Fuck, this is so hot. Her pussy is literally weeping into my mouth, and I want to drink up every drop. It takes her a couple of tries, but my girl finds her rhythm, tattooing me while I tongue fuck her. I feel her legs shaking and know it's about to happen. She sits up to ink the machine, and I seize the opportunity to grip her thighs and force my tongue in as deep as I can, moaning at her contracting walls while rubbing her clit with my fingers.

"Derek," she whimpers while trying to grind against my mouth. I remove my hand from her thigh and press my thumb to her ass, sending her over. She screams and bucks while coming into my mouth. God, there's no better sound, no better taste. I lap her up, not wasting a drop as she whimpers, coming back down. When she's finished, I help her off my face and table. She sets the machine down while trying to get her bearings. "Wow," she whispers weakly while smirking at me, grabbing the solution and cleaning up my tattoo.

"You know what?" she smiles while looking at her creation. "I could be a decent artist." I chuckle while raising a brow.

"Oh yeah? Let's see what you did." I hop off my table while walking over to the mirror. Oh my god. "Indy, you didn't," I say with a nervous laugh. She's grinning ear to ear while I stare at "Darlin's" tattooed above my crotch with a poorly drawn penguin head with their eyes looking down.

"Isn't it perfect?" She squeals while clapping her hands together. I look at the four-thousand-dollar piece covering my abs and then at the penguin, and I laugh. I can't help it.

Turning around, I grab her and pull her to me.

"Hey!" she scolds. "I still need to add the saniderm stuff."

"Hush," I grunt, pulling her in for a kiss. When we part, she has that happy, dreamy look on her face she gets after all of our kisses, and I love that I still can pull that out of her. "I love you, and I love the tattoo."

"Really?!" She breathes hopefully, and I stick out my pinky.

"Really, this might be one of my favorites." She scoffs while wrapping her pinky around mine.

"It should be your top favorite. Do you know how hard it is to tattoo while an orgasm is building? Those are some crispy lines." I shake my head and kiss her again.

"Marry me," I whisper, and she raises a brow.

"Already engaged to you, Rowe."

"I know. I just want to hear you accept my proposal again." She smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"I, Indiana Lee Johnson, will now and forever accept every single one of your proposals."

"Your middle name is Lee?" I ask, and she rolls her blue eyes.

"Yeah, Indy Lee… I know it sounds like a princess character." Chuckling, I kiss her head.

"I love you, darlin'."

"I love you too."