Page 69 of A Constant Reminder

Without a single word uttered between us, he slid into me with ease. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my legs clinched around his waist trying to get him as close as possible.

He slid in and out driving us both insane as I could feel him touching every inch of me.

The only audible sounds were the background noise of the television and our ragged breaths.

The feeling of pure ecstasy started in my core and spread like wildfire throughout my entire being. Tyler never took his eyes off my face as I clenched around him.

My nails dug into his shoulders as I struggled to hold on and ride out the orgasm as long as I could. His mouth firmly locked on mine again, and I moaned into his kiss.

He continued to pump into me, his mouth never leaving mine, until he found his own release. When he was finished, I looked up at him. His dark hair which was usually pushed back now had strands damp with sweat hanging in his face, and his beard was starting to grow a bit longer. I loved seeing him like that…almost primal.

I reached up to rub the hair on his face.

“Should I shave?’ He asked.

“No, I like it this way.”

“Doesn’t hurt when I rub it on your skin like this?” He said while taking his cheek and rubbing it all over my face.

My giggles filled the room. “Stop!” I cried between laughs.

When he sat up and covered us both up with a blanket, I said, “I like you with a little bit of scruff. Makes you look sexy as hell.”

He rubbed his hand along his jaw line. “Guess I’ll just have to keep it then. Whatever my woman wants, my woman gets,” he said, smiling and leaning over to give me a kiss.

I ran my fingers over the tattoos on his shoulders…black tribal designs that stretched along his chest and back from each shoulder. They were large and very pronounced, but you’d never know they were there when he wore a shirt.

“When did you get all these done?” I asked.

“Right after I graduated high school.”

“What made you decide on this design?”

He shrugged. “I wish I could tell you the design had some sort of deep meaning, but it doesn’t. It is just what I picked at the time. To be honest, the tats were kind of a ‘fuck you’ to my parents. They were shitty I was going to college for software design, so they were trying to control everything I did. They hated tattoos, so I went and got the biggest one I could find.”

“But you got it in a place that wasn’t obvious…”

“Well, I still wanted to be able to look professional when I had to. Didn’t want to be walking into a business meeting with a face tattoo,” he winked, and we both laughed. “It was just my way of having some sort of teenage rebellion I guess.”

“Well, I like them,” I said as I kissed his shoulder. “I think I want to get one, but I have no idea what I would get or where I would get it.”

“How about “Property of Tyler Wendell’ tattooed on your ass?” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes but laughed. “Nice try.”

He held up his hands in defeat. “Hey, I’m just saying that everyone needs to know that your ass belongs to me. No one else can see it. No one else can touch it.”

He grabbed my arm, pulling me onto his lap and giving my rear end a tiny swat.

“Okay, well, can I tattoo ‘Property of Sam Flemming on your dick? Because no one else gets to see or touch that either.”

His face scrunched up imagining how badly that would hurt. “Anywhere else. Take your pick.”

“How about a lower back tattoo? A tramp stamp that reads ‘This entire body and the penis associated with it belong to Sam Flemming’?”

He grinned, and we both laughed. “Like I told you before, anything you want.”

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