Finally, he leans down over my sex. “I don’t know who I have to thank for you and your perfect body but remind me to write them a letter someday,” he states as his lips cover my clit. I moan as I feel him lick and suck. He pushes a single finger inside me as he continues to do magical things with his tongue. I don’t know where he learned how to do this, but right now all I care about is that he keeps on doing it as long as possible.
When he adds a second finger inside me, I begin to lose control. My hands that were fisted in the sheets fly to his head, keeping him where I want him as I grind myself shamelessly against his face. He doesn’t seem to mind as he doubles down on his efforts. His tongue is doing some crazy pulsing thing against my clit, and Jesus fucking Christ, whatever he’s doing can’t be legal because it feels so good.
He flattens his tongue and runs it down to where his fingers are pumping in and out of me and it makes my body stiffen as I near my release.
He does this one more time before quickly licking my clit over and over while fucking me with his fingers, and I detonate. I also swear that I have an out-of-body experience because my mind goes blank as I feel every muscle in my body shaking before I go completely still and sink into his mattress.
“Fuck that was hot, Megs,” he states as he slowly pulls his fingers out of me and licks them.
“How are you this sexy?” I ask. “How is it legal for you to be this sexy?”
He chuckles as he reaches over to his nightstand and pulls out a condom. I reach for it.
“Megs, we need to use protection,” he states.
I sigh. “We will. But I…I haven’t done this before,” I admit, turning pink.
“I sort of guessed that, bunny. That’s why I wanted it to be special.”
I open my mouth and shut it again before deciding what to do. “I have endometriosis. I’ve been on the pill for two years now. So, unless you think you have an STD, we don’t have to use that.”
He sets down the condom and looks at me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
I shrug. I had been upset when I got diagnosed but also relieved to know what was going on with my body. I could have it way worse than I do, so I suppose I’m lucky and the pill helps keep it in check.
“I’m clean,” he states. “But I’ll use it if you want me to.”
I shake my head. “No, I want my first time to be with you, Clark. And I don’t want anything between us. Just you and me.”
He looks a little sheepish.
“What?”
“I’ve never gone bareback,” he admits. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He blushes and I smile up at him.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last either,” I state.
He laughs and leans down to kiss me. Our kiss slowly builds until I forget about my embarrassment. His hands caress my breasts and my hips. I can feel his erection against my wet slit, and I want him to go ahead and do it already, but he takes his time, rubbing himself up and down my sex until I can’t take it a moment longer. And then, as though sensing it, he slowly sinks into me.
I’ve always read it can hurt, but maybe that’s like if you don’t use tampons and vibrators because while it’s a little uncomfortable, it doesn’t hurt. Clark slowly pulls back and pushes in twice more until he’s fully seated inside me.
“You OK?” he asks in between kisses.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Just…keep going.”
And with that, he begins to thrust against me. It takes a moment for us to find our rhythm but shit, when we do, it becomes fucking magical. We’re one hundred percent synced with each other. It’s as though our physical connection has paired with our mental connection and now our souls are entwined in a way that I didn’t think was possible.
All I feel is him, his hot body moving against mine, his cock buried deep inside me, his lips on my lips, his tongue against my tongue. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck, Megs. I’m gonna come,” he groans.
He grabs my hips and lifts them a little, going deeper inside me as his body glides against my clit and just that small adjustment sets me spiraling. I feel myself trembling again but so much more this time. And when I let go, I free-fall into complete and total bliss. I can feel his cock twitching inside me as my muscles undulate around it. He groans out some variation of my name, but I’m still half gone into the euphoria that is this orgasm.
It takes us a moment to collect ourselves once we regain a conscious state.
He doesn’t pull out of me immediately. Instead, he kisses my lips, cheeks, jaw, and nose. “You have no idea how good you feel. I’ve never felt like this, never had such an intense reaction before,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose along mine.
I sigh as I kiss him.
“Stay here tonight,” he urges. “I’ll drive you to work tomorrow.”
The old me says, “no, I need to go home and study.” But the current me says, “fuck that, you’re staying right here and sleeping in Clark’s arms.”
“OK,” I whisper.
He rolls off of me and offers me a hand. We shower together, cleaning each other, exploring each other’s bodies once more before returning to his bed, blowing out the candles, and snuggling up in the middle of the mattress.
“Go to sleep, bunny,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead and presses me against him, pulling the covers over us. I snuggle against him, feeling the love radiating from his body onto mine. I fall asleep wondering how I got so lucky as to have him come back into my life for a second time and hoping that I don’t fuck it up and lose him again.
Chapter Seventeen
Clark
I roll over to a cold and empty bed. Fuck. I look at my phone. No texts and it’s only six in the morning. Did she leave? I had sort of kicked Grif and Evan out for the night, so when the smell of pancakes hits me, I grin.
I pull on sweatpants, brush my teeth, and walk out to the kitchen.
“Where the fuck did you find stuff to make pancakes?” I ask her as I grip the top of the doorframe and lean in toward the kitchen.
Megan jumps and places a hand on her chest. “Shit, you scared me! You surprisingly had flour and eggs,” she yelps as she turns and looks at me, motioning to my body with the spatula. “Oh, come on. That’s totally unfair.”
“I’m sorry. What’s unfair?” I ask as I release the doorframe and saunter toward her. I wrap my arms around her with her back to my front. I place my head on top of hers and look down at the cartoon-character-shaped pancake. I grin again.
“You can’t look that hot in the morning,” she mumbles.
“First, are you making cartoon-shaped pancakes? And second, pot, meet kettle,” I state as I kiss her neck.
She squirms in my arms. “I’m not sexy in the morning. Hell, I don’t think I’d ever use the word sexy to describe me…ever,” she mutters.
I turn her around and take the pan off the burner. I lean down and she looks up at me. “You don’t think that you’re sexy?”
She shakes her head and shrugs. She’s wearing one of my fraternity t-shirts which is several sizes too big on her. Her hair is piled up on the top of her head with two pencils stuck through it. And she’s wearing glasses.