Page 18 of Holly Jolly July
bicep. He carries me to the bedroom and lays me down carefully, as if I’m made of porcelain. Matt’s eyes move up my body,
meeting with mine. I reach for him and tug him onto me while shifting farther onto the bed. The weight of him on top of me,
pressing between my legs, is everything.
I pull at his shirt, lifting it up and over his head to reveal an intricate pattern of overlapping tattoos. My fingers trail
over them, surprised he has any; he didn’t really seem like a tattoo guy, what with his home-cooked meals and tales of pickling,
but I like this layer to him. I’m eager to learn the stories behind each one.
But not right now.
Matt lifts the hem of my shirt, and I wiggle free from it.
I’m always self-conscious about my breasts.
I was told I’d grow some during puberty but was robbed of that particular experience.
If Matt minds, he doesn’t show it, kissing the line of my bra with enthusiasm and care.
I arch my back and he reaches behind me, snapping the bra off and sliding it down my arms. He brings his lips to my nipple and sucks my whole breast into his mouth, a low moan humming in his throat.
Matt lifts off, kneeling on the bed and towering over me, all long golden-brown hair, smouldering eyes, and rippling abs.
My mouth parts as he undoes his pants and pulls them down lower and lower, leaning into my delayed gratification of seeing
him completely naked. Finally, his cock springs free and he grabs hold of his length. He draws his fist over it from base
to tip, a bead escaping and dripping down his knuckles.
I squirm as I watch, need building deep in my belly.
“You sure?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I nod quickly. “Yes. I’m sure.”
Matt bends and gives me another kiss, then gets up and finishes undressing. I do the same, tossing my clothes aside while
Matt rips a condom open and pulls it on. He settles back over me, his forearms framing my face, the tip of his cock pressing
against my entrance, flexing with his breath. We meet each other’s gaze, then Matt closes his eyes and tucks his face into
my neck as he slides into me.
I can’t help but clench in anticipation, my body tightening as he tries to go in, my fingernails digging into his back.
He stills. “You okay?”
“Uh. Yeah. Just... give me a minute.” I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. Come on, body. Relax. It’s okay. Chill out.
Matt waits, rocking slowly against me until my body releases, letting him farther in. It takes a few more slow, languid pumps
before he’s able to sink all the way in, and when he does, I feel myself finally let go. I give him a kiss on the shoulder,
letting him know I’m okay. Matt moves faster, his thrusts longer and deeper, and I hold on to him as he moves. I relish feeling
close to him, his weight on top of me, his breath in my ear. It’s as good as I hoped it would be.
After a few minutes his breathing becomes ragged, his movements jerky.
Oh, shit, I haven’t made any noise this whole time.
He’s probably waiting for me. Closing my eyes, I start making low moans. He seems spurred by this. I get louder, more dramatic,
then squeeze my Kegel muscles as tight as I can.
That does it. Matt grunts a guttural release, stilling over me as he comes. I do the same, gasping and grunting like he is,
until he relaxes and flops down on top of me. I wait for his breathing to return to normal, tracing circles over his skin
with my fingernails.
He finally lifts and regards me, his skin flushed, breathing laboured. “You seemed to enjoy yourself.” He smiles.
I give him a quick kiss. “Best sex I’ve had in a long time.”
“I refuse to stop until you tell me it’s the best sex of your life.”
I beam at him. He wants to have more sex with me?! “I’ll hold you to that.”
Matt gives me one more quick kiss before peeling himself off me and disappearing into the bathroom to clean up. I tuck myself
in under the blankets, ready for a nap. Matt returns and crawls in with me, taking me in his arms. Resting my cheek on his
chest, I trail my fingers through his sparse chest hair and overlapping tattoos.
“I’m sorry I can’t stay long,” he says. “I have to go to work. I hate to leave so soon after, you know...”
I shrug, snuggling in a little closer. “I know.”
He relaxes, kissing the top of my head.
“What’s this tattoo?” I ask, trailing a finger over his chest with some sort of funky mandala.
“It’s a symbol of the universe.”
“And this?” I ask, running my hands down to his lower abdomen.
“That’s from after Burning Man, a few years ago. It’s a fractal lotus, a Buddhist symbol of rebirth and strength.”
“What about this?” The lowest one, half a V and half a ram skull, sits right beside his cock and stands out a bit from the
others.
“That’s my sign.”
My body clenches in excitement. “I knew we were compatible! I’m a Gemini. Aries and Gemini go together like—”
“Like stuffing and mashed potatoes?” He gives me a squeeze.
I lift a little higher so I can look at him in all his perfection. His soft, brown eyes and sleepy half smile light up my
belly and make my heart patter. I give him a slow, sensual kiss, then hover above him, nudging my nose against his. “Yeah.
Like that.”