Tattoo of Love Ch. 08

Entwining his fingers through her own, Nolan said, "Tell you what, i'll leave you to sleep for as long as you like, but if you should suddenly wake up and feel an urge to be taken care of, i'll be ready and waiting."

Julia felt a small tingle of desire shoot through her loins at the sound of his words. "Mmm, sounds good to me," she murmured pleasantly.

His lips curled into a pleased smile. "Great. Now how about we get you into my bedroom so that you can get some rest?"

As he lifted her up off the couch she wrapped her arms around his broad, firm shoulders. Nolan's muscular frame allowed him to carry her with ease, and as they headed for the bedroom she rested her head against his strong chest, uttering a sound of contentment at the pleasure of being in his arms.

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Julia awoke in a room which was cast with a soft, glowing light and as her eyes focused on her surroundings, she suddenly remembered that she was in Nolan's bedroom. Glancing at the silver plated clock on the table next to the bed, she saw that three hours had passed since she first laid down to sleep. Noting that the bed was empty beside her, she threw the covers back and went off in search of her boyfriend.

Having changed out of her work clothes before lying down in bed, she was now clad in one of his t-shirts. Her body was nearly swallowed by its size, and the scent of Nolan's cologne was embedded in the fabric. Needing to relieve herself, she headed down the hallway to find the bathroom. Once her bladder was emptied, she went to the sink to wash her hands and saw there was a note taped to the bathroom mirror. Written in his neat, fine print script, it read:

~I'm in the studio working on a project. Come to the door at the back of the room, and you'll find me there. I hope you'll join me.

x Nolan~

After drying her hands off, Julia grabbed the note from off the mirror and headed down the hallway. As she reached the French doors which led into his studio, she pulled them open and entered the room. Finding it quiet and empty, she roved her eyes around the interior. Spotting a door which was covered in band stickers, she headed towards it and pulled it open.

As she entered the room, she searched the room for Nolan but seeing he wasn't anywhere in sight, she softly called out to him. Receiving nothing but silence back, she curiously walked over to a counter where three trays were sitting side by side. As she peered into the plastic containers, she saw they were each filled with a certain type of liquid, and as she leaned over them the strong scent of chemicals wafted into her nostrils.

There were a few shelves mounted on a wall next to the counter, and she noticed there were a number of bottles, camera lenses and books which were neatly lined up along it. A sink was located off in the corner of the room, and there were a few short, clear hoses hanging on the wall behind the faucet.

A multi-speed fan sat upon a shelf which was located above the area where the processing of the photos would take place, and as her gaze lifted she saw there were several black and white photographs which hung from clothespins on the drying line above her head.

Focusing her gaze upon the images, she found herself in awe of their beauty. For as long as she could remember she'd disliked the way she looked in photos, but these pictures that Nolan had taken captured her beautifully. As her eyes landed upon one image, she saw it had been taken while she was sleeping. The candles in the bedroom had surrounded her with a hazy glow, and her lips were slightly curved in a pleasant little smile.

As another photo caught her eye, she took a few moments to closely study it. Lying on her back in a peaceful slumber, Julia's curly hair was splayed on the pillow, creating a dark fan around her head. White bed sheets were twisted around her body, exposing her nice, toned thighs, and the t-shirt she'd been wearing had hiked up around her torso, showcasing the black lace of her v-string panties.

The photographs made her appear effortlessly sensual, as if she were some goddess-like woman who was posing in a high class fashion magazine. She'd always thought of herself as more of the cute girl next door type, but the angle at which Nolan had photographed her made her appear naturally beautiful. Every one of the images he'd taken perfectly conveyed how he felt about her, and for the first time in her life Julia found herself deeply admiring the beauty of her features.

As a pair of large hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, Julia tilted her chin upwards and offered her lips to her lover for a kiss. Pressing his mouth to hers, Nolan began to explore her mouth with a light, tickling motion.

As their tongues bumped together he gently sucked upon her own, releasing a moan of pure contentment from deep within her throat. When their mouth finally pulled apart, Julia was left with the faint taste of mint and coffee upon her lips.

"So how do you like the pictures?" He asked.

"I think they're beautiful."

"Good, I'm glad you like them. I was hoping you wouldn't mind me photographing you as you slept. You looked so peaceful and content, that I just couldn't resist taking a few shots of you."

"I don't mind at all. I'm actually amazed at how nice they came out. You must have used some sort of magic technique, or something."

"What do you mean by that?" Curiosity laced his voice.

"I don't usually look so good in photos. It's a pretty rare occasion for me to take a picture that I actually like."

Hugging her more firmly against him, he replied, "Well there's only so much technique I can employ, you know. When it really comes down to it, it's the beauty of your face that makes these images so special."

"I say it's good lighting and the black and white that flatters me so much."

"Well I disagree, and I think it's about time that you noticed just how attractive you truly are. You're very sexy, don't you know that?"

Giving a little shrug, she softly replied, "Well I know i'm not unattractive, but I don't usually think of myself as being sexy."

"Well you are," he firmly stated. "It should come as no surprise, considering the way my body reacts to you everytime we're together."

Julia's lips curved into a little smile from his words, and she felt his hands sweep her curls over her shoulder, followed the sensation of his lips pressing to the skin of her neck.

As he inhaled the scent of her hair, a little moan of desire swept from his lips and he placed a few tender kisses along the nape of her neck and her shoulder. She released a small giggle at the ticking sensation of his flesh upon hers, and his mouth creased into a smile from her response.

Taking her by the hand, Nolan led her over to the counter where the plastic trays were sitting. Grabbing a timer from the shelf above the counter, he set it for the time it would take to develop the photos.

Retrieving a piece of photo paper from a small stack upon the counter, he placed it into the first tray and allowed it to sink into the water.

"What kind of liquid is in there?" she inquired.

Standing behind her, Nolan enveloped her waist with one of his hands, moving his palms to rest upon her hips. She could feel his breath upon her neck as he spoke, and the sound of his deep voice was quite intoxicating.

"That's the developer. In another minute or so, you'll begin to see the photo materialize. But before it does, we'll need to give it some assistance."

Grabbing a pair of tongs from a holder which was mounted on the wall, he used them to swish around the piece of photo paper in the developer tray. The liquid rippled and swayed as he manipulated the photo, and as the picture began to appear, Julia uttered a sound of amazement.

"Hey, that's pretty cool," she said. "Mind if I help?"

Handing her the tongs he said, "Sure, go for it. Now what you want to do is grab the photo by the its edge and lift it out of the tray."

She allowed the glossy paper to drip off for a few moments after lifting it out, and then he instructed her to place it in the stop bath tray. When half a minute had passed, he had her remove it and place it in a third tray which held the fixer. Once that was finished she immersed it in the wash tray and then hung it up to dry.

"Nice work, you're a natural at this." His palm glided over the small of her back and came to a stop against the flesh of her curvy backside.

She slipped a second piece of photo paper into the developer tray, and as it began to appear, Julia found herself admiring the photograph.

"This is an interesting shot." Julia leaned in to study the candid photo more closely.

As she stared at the image, she realized it had been taken on the day that she and Mimi had attended the wedding. Taken from a profile, the photograph showcased her full lips and thick, long lashes. A few loose curls hung around her face, and her eyes had a sparkle within them, as if she were looking at something pleasing.

She wasn't one to toot her own horn, but she had to admit that it was quite a fetching photo of her. Her makeup had been meticulously applied that evening, and the light from the chandeliers in the ballroom cast a lovely glow across her face.

What really stood out to her most in the image, was the fact that she could see the reflection of Nolan through a paneled mirror which she was standing in front of. Nolan had not only taken her photograph, but also captured himself in the process.

The lens of his camera obscured the left half of his face, and his head was tilted slightly to the right. She found the image to be quite intriguing, and thought it cute that her lover had unintentionally shot a photograph of them together.

"That is a nice photograph, isn't it?" Resting his chin upon her shoulder, he gazed admiringly at the image.

She felt the warmth of his palm as it cupped her bottom, followed by the sensation of his thumb tenderly stroking the swell of her ass cheeks. He gave her a few sensual kisses along the neck, and as his palms slid along her thighs she uttered a sound of contentment.

Once the photograph had gone through all of the necessary steps to completely process it, Julia hung it up by a clothespin on the drying line which hung above them. Unable to resist the feel of his hands upon her body, Julia turned to face her lover and hooked her arms around his neck. As her orbs met his own, she felt her body flush with desire.

His gaze shifted from her eyes to lips, and as he offered her a needy gaze she cupped his cheeks with her hands, pulling him in for a kiss. As their lips came together he instantly took control, nipping and sucking on her lower lip, then moving his mouth downward so that he could lavish attention upon her neck.

She could feel his hands sliding beneath her t-shirt, and as his fingers reached her nipples, he gave them a few gentle twists. A moan of passion swept from her lips and as his hips pressed to hers, she felt his cock grow beneath his jeans. The dim red light in the room added to the heated atmosphere between them, and she could hear the sound of his lips giving her neck wet, open mouthed kisses.

Thrusting her chest towards him, Julia slid her fingers along his muscular shoulders and strong back, moving them lower until they reached his waist. Slipping her hands beneath the fabric of his top, she ran the palm of her hand across his skin, loving the way his body tensed as she caressed her fingers over the v-shaped cut of his abdominals. As the deep timbre of his voice hit the air, she immediately felt a spark of desire shoot through her body.

"You're so beautiful, Julia. I could never tire of the feel of your body next to mine. Just standing here like this with you in my arms, with the smell of your hair and the feel of your firm round ass in my hands...it's making me incredibly horny."

Nolan's lips brushed against her cheek and he placed a few searing kisses along the line of her cheekbone. Pressing his hips flush against hers, he allowed her to feel his rock hard excitement.

Then his lips were suddenly upon her, kissing her with such feverish passion that she found herself breathless. Julia was always amazed at how wet she could get just from sharing a kiss with him, and the spot between her legs began to ache with need. Suddenly pulling away from the kiss, Nolan offered her a deep, smoldering look.

"Let's go to the bedroom." The husky tone of his voice indicated just how aroused he was.

"Okay," she breathily answered.

They shared a few more kisses before reluctantly disengaging and then made their way out of the darkroom. Nolan led her by the hand out of his studio and through the living room, and as soon as they entered the bedroom he began to undress her.

After pulling her shirt up over her head and removing her panties, he gently pushed her back onto the mattress. After undressing himself he grasped her by the waist and flipped her onto her stomach.

The next thing she felt was his body pressed flush against her own, and as his stiff length pressed against the flesh of her thigh, she uttered a groan which was thick with lust. Grasping her by the hips, Nolan guided Julia's waist upward so that her butt was lifted toward him.

Then he got into a kneeling position and guided his penis between her legs. Her vaginal lips glistened with excitement, and as he pushed his cock between them, Julia arched her back and released a heated moan. Still holding her in his grasp, he sunk deeply between her walls.

Lifting her gaze to focus upon the headboard, Julia noticed there was a circular mirror hanging above it. As she looked into it she saw Nolan staring right back at her, offering her an expression which was the epitome of bliss.

His face was contorted into an expression of the utmost pleasure, and as he thrust in and out, he expelled deep grunts and breathy moans. The rhythmic sounds of their passionate lovemaking soon filled the air, and as Julia continued to stare at her lover's reflection, she found herself overcome by the carnal look in his eyes.

"Oh Julia. Baby, you feel so good... so fucking tight." His hips began to work a little faster, and as his palm slid down to rest upon her ass, she felt his fingertips press firmly into it.

The light from the candles cast flickering shadows against the wall, adding to the sensually erotic moment they were sharing. His large, heavy balls slapped against the swollen lips of her sex, and his shaft relentlessly stroked her body as she moaned and whimpered beneath him.

The sound of her impassioned cries coaxed him into a quicker pace, causing her to repeatedly cry out his name. As his moniker fled from her lips, Nolan's arousal hit it's peak, resulting in a tightening of his groin. He could feel the surge of a climax building within, and the sight of her face in the mirror brought him to the verge of orgasm.

Nothing pleased him more than seeing that blissful twist of her features, and sensing the close proximity of her own release, he adjusted his position to maximize her pleasure.

Keeping his left knee flush against the bed, he lifted his right one upward so that he could rest his weight upon the sole of his foot. This allowed him to penetrate her even deeper, and the power behind his hips also increased. Julia's lips parted in a breathless cry of delight, and the expression on her face was nothing short of utter contentment.

His heavy breathing mingled with her erratic moans, and as she stared into the mirror at him, she noticed there was an intense look of concentration upon his face. Feeling the need to be even closer to her, Nolan placed his chest flush against her back, positioning himself so there wasn't an inch of space left between their bodies.

The hard lines of his well-toned form hugged her soft curves tenderly, and his hips rocked back and forth in a steady, urgent rhythm. As his thick shaft continuously stroked the deepest, most sensitive parts of her, a dam of pressure suddenly broke within Julia. Her taut form stiffened with pleasure, and an orgasm ripped straight through her body.

Losing himself in the velvety heat of her walls, Nolan gave a few more caressing pumps and then flooded her womb with his release. Pressing his lips to her ear, Nolan passionately called out her name. The warmth of his breath provided a delicious tickling sensation against her skin, and a spike of ecstasy rippled thorough her being.

Completely spent of all energy, they fell against the mattress in a tangled heap. For a few moments they did nothing more than lay completely still, reveling in the haze of their orgasmic bliss. Then Julia turned towards her lover and looped an arm around his neck.

A sigh of satisfaction passed her lips and she offered her mouth to Nolan, allowing him to claim it with his tongue. Their appendages danced together for a few moments and then parted, leaving them to gaze into each other's eyes.

Turning onto his side, Nolan placed his palm against her arm and tenderly stroked her skin. Then he cleared his throat nervously and began to speak.

"You know how much I enjoy being with you, right?"

Noting the uncertain look in his eyes, Julia responded, "Yes, of course. Why, what's the matter?"

"Well nothing's the matter, really. It's just I have this choice to make, and I need to speak to you about it before I can make a concrete decision."

Feeling her mouth go dry Julia reluctantly questioned, "Is this about our relationship?"

"Yes." He gave a short pause and then continued. "You remember how I told you that my uncle is a master photographer, and how he taught me everything that I know?"

"Yeah."

"Well he's been hired by a major book publisher to take photographs for a coffee table book about the Polynesian Islands."

"Okay, so what does this mean for us?"

"He invited me to go along with him as his assistant."

"For how long?"

"Three months."

Julia felt her heart drop from his words. "Three months?" As he nodded his head she disappointingly asked, "So when will you be leaving?"

"We're scheduled to leave by the end of next month."

Silence filled the air as Julia struggled to keep her emotions under control, then once she was certain she could speak without her voice wavering she said, "Nolan, that's barely a month away. Couldn't you have told me this sooner?"

"My uncle just barely made the offer a few days ago. I wanted to think it over before I discussed it with you."

A little sigh fell from her lips and she turned onto her back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

"So are you going or not? It's fine if you are, I just want to hear it from you so that I know what to expect."

"That's the thing. I'm not entirely sure if I am going just yet." Gazing at his lover, he reached out to tuck one of her curls behind her ear. "I want to know how you feel about this, and if you're okay with me taking this trip."

Light from the candles on his dresser flickered dimly, and as Nolan studied Julia, he noticed that her body had suddenly grown tense.

"Well i'm definitely not thrilled about the prospect of it, but I know how much you love photography, so I think you should go."

"Really?"

"Sure, why not?" Her voice was laced with sadness.

Scooting closer to her, he inquired, "Are you absolutely sure that you're alright with it, or are you just saying this because you think it's what I want to hear?"

Her gaze roved from the ceiling to rest upon an abstract painting which hung on the wall.

"I'm okay with it. I'll miss you a lot, but I understand that it's a good opportunity for you."

Grasping her waist with his large palm, he coaxed her into rolling over onto her side. With their faces now only inches apart, he cupped her cheek with his hand and tenderly stroked her skin. Julia gazed into his face for a few moments and then dropped her gaze. She was beginning to feel very emotional, and the last thing she wanted was for him to see how moist her eyes had become.