That apparently was a trigger for him, because he tipped me backward onto the bed and started thrusting into me as he leaned down and took my mouth again. I used the change in positions as an opportunity for my hands to roam, and skimmed them down his back, feeling the muscles bunching with each thrust.
Never in my life had I imagined it would be like this, and when he moved to put all of his weight on one arm and I felt the thumb of his other hand on my clit, I realized that it was possible for it to feel even better.
Roughly thirty seconds later, every muscle in my body froze, and I screamed as I came, clenching around him as he continued thrusting, making it go on even longer.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his thrusts getting harder and faster. Wrapping him up in my arms and legs, I felt it now as the muscles in his back went into overtime with the wildness of his movements.
Then he had his head in my neck and he let out a growl as it hit him. A fucking growl! Through it all, he continued to move in and out until the power behind each thrust lessened as it left him. After a while, once we’d gotten control of our breathing, he lifted his head up, skimming the stubble on his chin up my neck and across my jaw until his mouth was over mine.
That’s when I opened my eyes and saw his gorgeous greeny-hazel ones smiling down at me.
“To use a Maude phrase, that was the best moment of my life,” I told him breathlessly, and then froze when I realized what I’d just done.
I’d named my grandmother and quoted her while he was inside me.
Fortunately, I discovered that things could feel even better-er-er-er (because it warranted creating a new word for the English vocabulary as better didn’t cut it). Jarrod burst out laughing, full on belly laughs that moved him around inside me. Something about this made me come again and hard. Totally better-er-er-er.FourteenJarrodIt was after round three, and now we were lying in bed. Well, I was lying in bed and Katy was using me as her mattress, which I had zero issues with. As someone who’d always liked their space and who hadn’t embraced the whole cuddle mentality, this should have irritated me, but I was enjoying it.
She’d been tracing over the tattoo that went all the way up my right arm, across my chest, and ended at my left elbow. It was meant to have been the same as the left one, but I’d run out of symbols for it, so I’d decided to leave it as a work in progress rather than blindly pick things on the internet.
“Do these mean anything,” she asked, rubbing her finger over one of the symbols.
Lifting my arm up, I pointed at them, starting with the one on my wrist. “This one is a Mayan symbol that means a shield, the one above it here is a Viking rune that meant strength.” Twisting my arm so she could see the inside of my forearm, I continued, “This is an ancient Egyptian symbol for family, the one here on the inside of my bicep is also an ancient Egyptian one that means destiny…” I trailed off when she sat up. Then again, she was naked, having lost the nightie completely during round two, so that was why.
Moving so that she was straddling me, she leaned in and squinted. I’d had ancient symbols from all over the world that meant something to me tattooed, and then we’d filled in the blanks with tribal tattoos, dark slashes that joined them all together. With how they’d been done, you had to look carefully to see some of the symbols, but I knew what was where.
“How long did all of this take?” she asked, lifting my right arm to look at that one more closely.
“About a year. I could have probably had it done sooner, but it cost a lot so I wanted to break it up.”
Nodding, she skimmed her hand over the area on my right forearm that was still blank. “What about here?”
“Still looking for inspiration, I guess,” I shrugged. “Because all the symbols mean something to me, it’s hard to find the right ones. I figured I’d wait until I turned forty and I’d have a new phase of life that symbols applied for to complete it all.”
Tilting her head slightly, she thought about this. “I could always help you look.”
Images of The Witcher and gaming characters hit me and I burst out laughing. “I don’t know if Henry Cavill’s face with his long white wig on would fit in with the rest of the ink, baby. Or even Luigi smiling out at people.”
“Drat,” she muttered, making it clear her disappointment was her joking. “And there was me thinking of the cute little mushroom from Mario.”