Lavinho would feel giddy when you trace his arm tattoos.
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His cheeks hurt a tad from smiling. His body is aflame with your soft touches, each graze of your nails leaving fire in their wake. His eyes haven’t left your face for what feels like hours. He giggles, biting his lower lip in an attempt to ease the happiness he feels.
You were sitting on top of Lavinho with your legs straddling his waist. He was lying down, soaking into your mattress below like a kitten with his belly full. Your hands roam his bare arms and chest, giving you as much pleasure as your man is currently experiencing. Lavinho loves your touches, and turns into the luckiest man when he feels you skin to skin with him.
“What are you looking at?” You tease, noticing his stare when you take a glance at his face.
Lavinho giggles again, “An angel.” What a romantic talker he is, being able to bring heat to your cheeks with but a couple words. “You know baby, I’m thinking of getting one of you.”
You pause your tracing of the words on his right pec. “A tattoo?” Disbelief laced your tone as your nails dug a little deeper into his skin. A small, short lived sigh is all you receive, as well as that dorky smile that is still plastered onto Lavinho’s face.
“Duh.” You dig your nails deeper.
“Hey, hey, baby,” Your hand gets picked up by a larger one and you feel Lavinho interlocking his fingers with your own. “What, you don’t believe me? I wanna show off my love for you, my one and only woman.” Kisses lather the back of your palm as he noses at your ring finger. Those lilac eyes have never looked so promising, you decide while watching them bore into your being.
“It would be pretty sexy to have a part of me on you. I could trace it whenever..” Your voice trails off as Lavinho licks the back of your palm. A chuckle begins to rumble from his chest and his smile is back.
“Cmon you could do lots more than just touch it.” His voice was a sultry honey. Honey that could taste so sweet, like fluffy dreams dancing along your tongue. Honey that assured you of yourself, of your yearning, making dip your finger back in the jar for another taste.
You leaned in closer to him, arching to rest your stomach on his own. “Yeah? Like what?” Lavinho’s toothy smile shone even brighter, “Hmm, whatever you want.” His free hand came to your waist and started rubbing your back up and down slowly.
Looking away from his eyes, you glanced at his lips. That was all it took for Lavinho to slowly press your head down closer to his until his lips could reach yours. You could still feel his smile. The lazy drag of his tongue over your lips made you look into his eyes.
“You could kiss it, I like your kisses.” You smile against his lips. His whispered confession was enough for you to close your eyes and part your lips to find his again. His hand squeezed your own. The two of you will talk about his next tattoo a little more seriously afterwards. If you still have enough energy by the time the two of you are done, that is.
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Mwah 😽