Nothing Less Than Everything

by Maggie C. Gates

“Why can’t you get a tattoo?” I asked as I slid my hand into the pocket of her heavy winter coat and laced our fingers together. “Team rules. No visible tattoos for the Ladies in Red. The uniform barely covers anything, and since I don’t want a tattoo pen anywhere near my nipples or my ass, I’ve abstained.” I snickered as we made our way up the lopsided stone steps. “Now I’m thinking about what it’d look like for you to get your tits tattooed. Lying there, shirtless.” The thought had me reaching down and adjusting my dick. “I don’t kink shame, but that’s a weird turn-on. Dream on, big guy,” she said with a laugh, clouds forming around her breath. “Everything about you turns me on.” I cupped her cheeks as we stood on the threshold of the collapsing mansion and threaded my fingers through her hair. “You bundled up in all these layers is a fucking turn on. I want to unwrap you like a present and see what’s underneath.” “You know exactly what’s underneath,” she whispered. “And I will never get enough of it.”