I nod and smile shyly up at him. I admit, part of me wants to yell “no” and tell him he’s been an asshole and I hate him, but that would be a lie. I never actually hated him. And right now, I sort of really like him.
“If anything triggers you, anything at all, tell me to stop…or say kryptonite. That’ll be our safe word,” he says.
“Safe word? What are you going to do? Fifty-shade me or something?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
He laughs. “No, bunny. I’m not going to do anything but kiss you and feel your skin against mine. That’s it. No further than that…tonight.”
“OK,” I breathe as he leans down again to kiss me. He hasn’t called me bunny since we were little kids. He said I scurried around like his pet bunny, Floppy Fluff. I smile as he nips at my lower lip.
I relax and let him take the lead and, oh boy, does he ever. His one hand slowly moves the hem of my shirt up, exposing one inch of my belly at a time. I want him to do more. I want to feel more.
His lips leave mine and he trails wet kisses along my jaw and neckline. His fingers feather touches along my rib cage. I squirm because I want his hands elsewhere, but I also love what he’s doing.
He opens his eyes and looks down at me, touching his forehead to mine and taking a deep breath. “Shit, Megs. I’ve wanted to do this…to touch you like this for…so long.”
“You have?” I squeak. Holy shitballs! Have I entered a parallel universe? Did Clark just admit he’s had a crush on me?
He nods. “I have.”
I close my eyes and open them again just to make sure this is for real. “I’ve wanted it too,” I confess.
His eyes widen. “You have?”
I nod and blush. “I hated that I didn’t hate you. I hated that…I wanted you to kiss me,” I admit.
“I never hated you at all. We were just stupid kids that said stupid things and let pride get in our way. If I could take it all back, I would, every last mean word,” he says.
I feel my eyes well with tears. He reaches up and wipes them away. “Don’t cry, Megladon.”
“It’s just…we’ve wasted so much time being mad at each other over stupid shit,” I admit on a sob.
“Our time is just starting,” he replies as he leans down and kisses me once more. “Let me make it up to you.” His right hand slowly moves down my body, gently caressing my breast and then running along the waistband of my sweatpants. He pushes inside and runs a finger along the edge of my panties. I’m practically panting with need. No boy has ever done this. I’ve never let a boy do this. I spread my legs a little, giving him room as his fingers separate the thin material of my cotton underwear from my skin. He slides them along my folds.
“Jesus, bunny. You are fucking soaking wet,” he murmurs as he gently glides a single finger inside me. I nearly come just from that. He feels a million times better than a vibrator and a billion times better than my own fingers. His movements are languid as he pushes and pulls his finger in and out of me over and over while keeping his thumb pressed to my clit, drawing small circles on it. I feel myself tightening, my body nearing the ledge.
His lips move along my jaw and his teeth nip at my earlobe as he pushes a second finger inside me. He curls them and begins scissoring them.
“Don’t stop,” I moan as my hands squeeze the blankets.
He doesn’t. He goes back to kissing me but I’m so focused on coming that I barely kiss him back. He quickens the pace and that pushes me over the edge. I stifle a cry as I come, my body convulsing around his fingers. He slows his movements and then pulls his hand away from me, sucking my juices from his digits in the sexiest way.
“Fuck, bunny. Had I known you tasted this good, I would have done this a long time ago,” he says as he starts pushing my sweatpants and panties down my legs.
“What are you…” I trail off as he looks up at me. His head is between my legs and I know exactly what he’s about to do as he leans forward. His eyes don’t leave me as he licks my seam. I shudder from the feel of it. He groans and spreads my thighs farther apart as he starts sucking and licking and thrusting his tongue inside of me. He adds his finger and soon I’m coming apart again, trying my best not to yell.
He leans back. His lips glisten and he smiles at me as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I think we should get some sleep now.”
I stare up at him in shock. “But…” I look down at his erection which is so hard that it’s poking out from the waistband of his underwear.
He shakes his head and adjusts himself. “I’m fine. Tonight is about you.”
And with that, he lies back down next to me and pulls me to him. But no one tells me no. I reach out and grip his erection. Well, I attempt to, but shit, that boy is packing because my little hand barely fits around it, which is both exciting and also a little scary when I think about trying to fit that all inside me.
He groans and puts his hand over mine. “You don’t have to do this,” he says from behind gritted teeth.
“I know. But I want to,” I whisper as I reach inside his underwear and start stroking his cock. He guides my hand, showing me how he likes it. I’m a good student, and in a few minutes, he’s coming. He reaches over my head and grabs a tissue to clean himself before tucking himself away and pulling me back to him.
“Good night, bunny,” he says.
“Good night, Superman.”
And with that, I fall fast asleep in the arms of the man I used to hate but never stopped loving.
Chapter Fourteen
Clark
I wake up to hair in my face, a lot of hair. I push it aside and find the angelic, sleeping face of Megan. I smile. She looks so sweet in her sleep. Hell, she always has.
Her hand is pressed to my chest. Her one leg is tucked between mine and the other is thrown over my hip like she’s some sort of koala bear. The dirty side of me knows that I could probably whip my dick out and sink into her right now, but I’m ninety-nine percent sure that Megs has never had sex before and I don’t want to take her V-card unless she’s one hundred percent on board and awake.
She stirs and one eye opens. Her pupil contracts in the bright morning light, showing more of her icy blue iris. She blushes and closes her eye.
I lean in and brush my lips against hers. “Don’t get all shy on me now, Megladon.”
She opens both her eyes and looks at me with such intent that I find my face heating under her scrutiny.
“It’s not fair,” she finally states.
“What’s not?” I ask as I twist my lips in confusion.
“You even look hot first thing in the morning.”
I chuckle. “I mean, ‘hot’ might be an overreach.”
She shakes her head. “Nope. It’s just a fact. You look good all the time. You are some weird freak of nature.”
I brush a strand of hair off her cheek. “You know, you look pretty hot yourself.” I lean in to kiss her, but she pulls back and covers her mouth.
“What?”
“Uh, morning breath,” she mutters.
I laugh and reach over her as I spy a bowl of those soft mints she used to devour as a kid. Most kids like chocolate and sugary candy, but not my Megs. She was addicted to mints, all kinds of mints.