“Baby, what…”
“I decided that we needed to celebrate your birthday all over again,” I told him, praying that I sounded a level of confidence I definitely wasn’t feeling at that moment.
Hearing that, he swallowed audibly and then looked down my body again, this time stopping on my crotch. Maybe I should have listened to Tony…
“Is that,” he squinted, “Luigi from the Mario Bros smiling at me?”
Yes, yes, it was. “I thought after the whole Mario incident, this would be…” I paused and looked around the room – noticing that the books on my shelf were out of place again – at anything that wasn’t Jarrod, “applicable,” I finished lamely.
Slowly he took a five steps closer to me, his lips twitching slightly. I totally should have listened to Tony.
“It is applicable to us,” he agreed, toeing off one boot and then the other while I watched frozen in place. Once that was done, he continued walking closer to the bed until his shins were almost against it, meaning that I had to tilt my head to look up at him. “Can I take a closer look?”
Like he had to ask twice.
My arms had been hanging loosely at my sides, so all I had to do was turn my hands to grip the hem, and I slowly pulled it upward.
“Stop,” he ordered gently as soon as the material had cleared them, then sat down on the bed. “Are the bows there for decoration?”
My only response was to shake my head.
“So if I untie them, they’ll show me your pretty pussy?”
The pretty pussy in question clenched, but this time I nodded.
Gently dropping down onto his side, he leaned on one elbow, leaving the other arm free to extend so he could untie one side. I felt it the second the ribbon came undone and then half of the material sagged.
“Never thought I’d say this,” he rumbled in a deep tone I’d never heard from him before. “But the Luigi addition ratcheted up the sexy factor of this outfit.”
Tilting my head to the side, I thought about that. “So, Luigi does it for you?”
Before I could make a mental plan to contact Scarlett and tell her I wanted Luigi panties in all colors in this style, he let out a soft bark of laughter. “Fuck no, baby. You in your ribbon panties with Luigi on them does it for me.”
I was still getting more panties like this with him on it if that was the case. I might even look at what other gaming characters I could get put on them.
That plan again screeched to a halt when I felt him trail the tip of his finger from my hip down the crease of where my thigh met my vagina, making my legs tremble slightly.
Feeling it, he glanced up at me. “You scared?”
Shaking my head, I croaked, “Not even close.”
His eyes heated as he got what I was saying, and then he trailed his finger back up again. “Are you sure about this, baby? Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”
“I’m not an innocent virgin waiting for you to come back from a lifetime of knighthood and chivalry, Jarrod,” I snapped, albeit breathlessly.
His finger froze where it had been moving across my abdomen, tracing where the waistband would have been if half of it wasn’t sagging down, and he glanced back up at me. “You’re not?”
I went to drop the hem of the nighty that I was still holding up, but seeing what I was about to do, he ordered, “Don’t. Leave your hands where they are.”
It irritated me how I did it immediately, which then made the tone of voice I used to reply to his previous question that bit more growly, “No, I’m not. I’ve just never done this before.”
Rolling his lips together, he resumed the movement of his finger until he was at the other bow. I braced, waiting for him to tug it, but the tug never came. The more I waited and wondered, the more tense I got. Then he finally – fucking finally – tugged the ribbon, and it was hasta luego Luigi, or maybe that should be arrivederci?
“Christ,” he rasped, running his finger down the crease on the other side now. “Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought it was this pretty.”
Ok, that was a nice thing to say, but what was I meant to say back? “Thank you.”
Why was I such a freaking dork?
Running his hand down the inside of my thigh now, he grinned up at me. “You’re welcome, but really it’s me who should be thanking you.”
Rolling my eyes, I smiled back down at him. “It’s really no hardship, you know. Your hand feels really… Oh, Jesus Christ,” I groaned, as he ran the tip of his finger through my cleft, stopping to circle around my clit once before stroking back through it again.