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Now stay still. You'll need to apply this every day. Make sure to keep it moisturized, and you won't have to worry about it scabbing. And I promise you: this tattoo isn't going anywhere." He picked up a bottle of cooling gel from the work bench and squeezed out a generous dollop into his hand.
    Becka nodded at these instructions, a little disappointed that the session was over, and Fitz was apparently all business now. She got over it when she felt Fitz’s hands gently smearing the ointment against the hot skin on her chest below her bra, the spreading coolness making her shiver. Or it might have just been the chemistry between them, because Becka felt alive under Fitz’s touch. Either way, Becka didn't mind how long it took for her tattooist to rub her down, though she was surprised a little lotion should require so much tender care. She caught herself moaning again, covering it up with a whimsical smile and a breathless exaltation: "Wow, free massage. Sweet deal."
    Fitz’s hand lept away from Becka’s body like he'd been bitten.
    "You can keep going if you like..." she whispered, her eyes closed.
    She heard Fitz’s voice drift up to her. "I... I shouldn't."
    Becka batted her long lashes open at Fitz, her eyes sweeping up his muscular physique, past the chiseled jaw and full mouth, to gaze into the green eyes she'd dreamed of for days.
    "I think you should."
    Becka saw doubt run across Fitz’s face, a furrow in his brow which Becka chased away by rolling fully onto her side and sliding her hand up and down Fitz’s leg. She then lay flat again and pulled of the towel that covered her bra, noticing Fitz’s breath hitch as she did so. She traced the knots of her flat belly with her fingertips, eventually letting her hands dip below the waistband of her jeans, then undoing them completely. She had no idea where the boldness came from, but she couldn’t stop either. All her usual reservations flew out the window in Fitz’s presence, it seemed. Not breaking eye contact, she lowered her pants down to mid-thigh, watching Fitz’s crotch come to life, the zipper of his jeans straining against his turgid flesh.
    Fitz’s face was suddenly calm as he licked his lips and reached out, trailing his finger down her chest and belly, letting it trace over the top of her lacy underwear, feeling it get wetter almost on sight. He leaned over and kissed Becka, who winced as Fitz touched his body to her freshly tattooed skin.
    "Careful with your tat!" she whispered into his ear. She lifted her hips to allow Fitz to pull of her jeans in one graceful sweep. They lay discarded on the floor, and were soon joined by Fitz’s ancient 501's, leaving them heaped beneath the head rest of the tattoo table, a tantalizing hint of what was to come.
    "You have no idea how much I wanted to do this to you," Fitz whispered, pulling off his t-shirt. "I've been hard as a rock since the moment you lay down on that table."
    “I wanted this too,” Becka whispered back, surprising herself with her boldness, and they kissed again: Becka tilting her head backwards with Fitz tenderly stroking her face, feeling the insistent pressure of his hard-on against the goose-pimpled flesh of her thigh. The scrape of Fitz’s stubble against her chin took her breath away, their kisses searing her lips and making her hungry for more. As if he could hear her thoughts, Fitz’s hand worked its way beneath Becka’s hips, which she raised to better meet his touch. Becka gasped when she felt the calloused fingers gliding between her wet lower lips, softly probing and stroking, and she thrust mindlessly into his hand. She arched her body, and Fitz immediately took the cue. He kissed his way down her chest, caressing her breasts but avoiding the fresh tattoo. Then, as if on cue, he went lower and slid her panties off, taking her throbbing clit into his mouth, his lips feeling just the way Becka imagined, his tongue lapping at her swollen nub and sending her into spasms of