But there is no way I’m fucking Clarke until I make her come at least one more time. Yes, that has everything to do with my own male ego.
Having the knowledge about how horrible her first experience was—knowing the dickhead who took her virginity didn’t do a damn thing to make it good for her—well, I’m going to rock her fucking world so hard she’s going to be ruined for any other man for the rest of her life. And I don’t even feel bad about it.
Her sex is warm and soft. The skin under my hands is silky soft when I slip my arms under her legs, curl them past her hips, and bring my fingertips over the top of her pelvis to open her pussy wide for me.
“Aaron,” Clarke cries out at the first touch of my tongue to her clit, garbled pleas for me to stop… oh God, don’t stop… please stop, God… don’t stop… Hard to be sure which going by her contradicting demands, and it makes me chuckle.
Never going to stop—and she doesn’t actually want me to—so her confliction doesn’t bother me.
My goal is to decimate her senses—so far, so good. Luckily, my mouth is one of the best weapons I have. I fucking love kissing a woman. Could spend hours doing it. I look forward to spending some time with Clarke, maybe just slowly making out on her couch one night.
That’s not going to happen until I get my fill of her, though, and I’m not sure how many times or weeks that may end up taking.
Plunging my tongue deep inside her, I pull it out and lash at her most sensitive part. Clarke screams, begs, and bucks wildly underneath me.
The bucking part turns me on. I like the thought of Clarke believing she has any control over this, because it’ll be so hot when she realizes she doesn’t. Of course, all she ever has to do is say the word “no” and I’ll stop, but while all systems are on an agreed full-speed-ahead course, her cries and begging only add fuel to the fire. Only encourage me even more—urging me to make her come harder, more explosively, than the first time.
I eat at Clarke like a starved man who has never had such delicious-tasting sustenance. Inhaling her sweet muskiness with pure desire tickling my nose, I could happily keep my face buried between her legs for days on end.
Clarke continues to buck and cry out. Fingers twining in my hair, she jerks hard, desperate for something she has no control over receiving. That’s all up to me.
I sense her getting close, so I gentle my tongue, lapping her like a bowl of cream. When she seems to start to calm down, I roughly lash my tongue over her—quick strokes designed to build her fire back up again.
“Please, God… Aaron… please,” she whimpers, almost a wail, her head thrashing from side to side. At that moment, I smile against her pussy because she fucking belongs to me one hundred percent now.
Pressing my tongue to her, I flutter it quickly across the over-sensitized engorgement that holds the secret to her satisfaction. For a heartbeat, Clarke goes utterly still, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as if she’s concentrating… and then she explodes underneath me. Her entire body arches off the bed, bowing so deeply I’m afraid her spine will crack. She doesn’t scream or cry out, but rather utters a deep groan that sounds like the earth rumbling before a quake finally wrenches it apart.
And then she shocks me by uttering the word “fuck” over and over in a long, staccato burst of release. It’s not that Clarke doesn’t curse, but I haven’t heard her lob the filthiest of all words before, so it’s sexy as hell coming from her at this moment.
She flops back down to the bed, gasping for air and I take a moment as I push up from my kneeling position to note with satisfaction her entire body is still trembling. I want to watch her try to pull herself back together, but I’ve got more pressing needs.
Namely, my aching dick, which is incredibly pissed at being ignored for so long. Lurching around, I bend and grab my jeans.
My wallet.
Then the condom inside. It’s one of three I stashed in there a few weeks ago—before our first wedding date. I had originally thought I’d have already had to replace them by now, but, honestly, I’m glad they’ve remained sealed.
This is way better than anything I ever thought I’d have with Clarke.
Clarke mutters something under her breath and lifts her head from the bed, staring at me with fuzzy eyes and pink cheeks. Her nipples are pebbled, most likely from the orgasm she just had, and I make a mental note to give them some attention.
After making quick work of the condom wrapper, I fist myself and roll the rubber on. Clarke’s eyes widen as she watches, her mouth parting slightly as her little pink tongue flicks out to swipe her lip. I have to work hard to hold back my groan, even more so to control myself so I don’t pounce on her.
It’s not going to be easy.
Not with the way she’s gazing at me.
At my cock, actually, which seems to pound with an aching need to get inside her.
I drag in a shaky breath, calling on some goddamn self-control. Angry at myself, as well as slightly amused since I’ve never been so out of sorts with a woman before, I raise one leg and press my knee into the mattress on the outside of Clarke’s bare thigh.
She instinctively scrambles backward up the mattress, but not in an effort to escape.
Merely to accommodate.
My other leg comes up, too. By some means, she and I meet exactly in the middle of the bed. Clarke’s hazel eyes somehow glow even greener—her desire, perhaps? Her legs spread, causing the outsides of her thighs to nudge against the insides of mine, and I shift until I’m perfectly nestled in between her legs.
Exactly where I need to be.
Elbows pressed into the mattress to hold my weight off her, I dip my head and bring my mouth not to hers, but to her nipple instead. I kiss it softly, touching the tip of my tongue to it and relishing her appreciative moan as her fingers slide into the softness of my hair.
My hips lower slightly, the length of my cock pressing onto her pelvis. Clarke gyrates her hips, a move that doesn’t go easy on my aching shaft, and I nibble sharply at her nipple with my teeth. The cutest, most unladylike grunt erupts from her as her legs slide outward, creating more of an invitation. She slides a hand to my ass, trying to urge me even closer.
Trying to get me inside of her.
But first, I have to do one more thing. I need her mouth again, because I have found such supreme beauty in kissing it. I also want her to taste herself on my lips—to know there won’t be any barriers between us in this bed. Just as one day, I expect her to kiss me after she’s taken me deep inside her throat, so we can share everything.
I snort, not able to hide the tiny bark of laughter at my internal musings. I’ve turned into a fucking poet because of the woman beneath me.
Clarke’s eyes fill with curiosity, probably wondering about the slight curve to my mouth, but I merely touch my lips to hers. Eagerly, she opens for me. As my tongue slides in against hers, I take my cock in hand and find the exact place I must possess. When I deepen the kiss, she moans into my mouth and I start to slide into her warmth. Clarke groans at the fullness, and my eyes about roll into the back of my head from the tightness of her sheath.
The minute I’m balls deep inside her, reality hits me. I’m not going to last long. A shudder rips up my spine when Clarke flexes the muscles cradling my cock. Thank fuck I’ve already made her come twice because, right now, I feel like a schoolboy getting ready to bust a nut for the first time.