“The evidence is underneath the covers.” I wink as I hook the top of the sheet with the tip of my index finger and drag it down. She shivers, and her nipples instantly harden as my finger grazes between her breasts and down her stomach to circle her navel.
“Really?” She lifts her head, trying to cop a peek. “I can’t tell.” Her lips curve into a small seductive smile.
I fall to my back, and the sheet tents. “If this isn’t obvious, I don’t know what
is.” I turn my head to the side to see my beautiful girl laying next to me. Her body screams she wants me. Her eyes tell me she needs me.
She licks her lips.
Fuck!
“Come here.” I pull her on top of me.
“What are you doing?” She shrieks as she straddles my lap and pushes herself up. “O-Oh!” Her hands fly to cover her face. “What are you doing?”
“Chloe, I’m all yours.” I hold my arms out wide. “Take me how you want me.”
“How I want you?” she repeats, peering through her fingers before she lets them fall.
“I’ll try.” She rests her hands on my stomach as she begins to explore, running her fingers through my chest hair. “I like this.”
Her eyes roam and her hands follow, threading her fingers through my longer locks. “This is new too. I like it.”
“It wasn’t intentional.” I tilt my head to the side and reach up to run my hand down the side of her breast to the curve of her hip. “Between school and work, I didn’t have time.”
Her eyes close, letting a small whimper escape. “That feels so good.” She wiggles, causing my dick to jump.
“Oh my!” Her eyes pop open as she loses balance and falls forward. My hands move to her sides as Chloe’s land on my biceps.
“I got you.” The meaning is so much more than this moment.
She clears her throat and is about to say something when she spots my tattoo. She pushes herself up and begins to trace the Chinese symbol.
“What does this mean?”
“Warrior.” I give her the answer I give everyone else.
“Really?”
“No—it’s the symbol for rainbow.”
She stops mid-trace. “When?”
“When I was at Penn State.”
She gasps. “That was three or four years ago.”
“Three.”
“Why?” She asks the one question I asked myself a million times.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” I let my hands fall to the tops of her thighs, rubbing small, lazy circles as I continue. “The team decided to get tattoos. They all knew what they wanted, but I didn’t.” I reach down with one of my hands and grab her free one, bringing it to my lips for a kiss. “But when I walked through the doors, I was smacked with a wall of bright colors which reminded me of your room. The artist handed me an album to inspire me, but when he started to talk about his girlfriend, I knew.”
Chloe scrunches her nose. “His girlfriend inspired you?”
“Her name was Chloe.” I wrap my arms behind her back and pull her down on me. “When I left for school. I felt like a piece of me was missing. I didn’t know until that day what it was. Not exactly anyway. So, when I saw the colors and heard your name, I knew I needed something that represented home.”
“A rainbow.” Chloe’s voice is barely a whisper.