Then I saw it, and my legs nearly gave way. “Star…” I hissed, not quite believing what I was seeing. A shiver flew down her side as my thumb brushed over the tiny hand-drawn thundercloud and lightning bolt, sitting to the right under her left boob; over her heart. I might be covered in her, but this was all me. “You’re not the only one with a tattoo,” she whispered. I dipped down, my cheek nestled against her tit and my tongue ran over the delicate lines, coating the tiny ridges with my saliva. My girl covered in me, painted in a permanent reminder of me.
