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Erick lowered his head and licked and bit her neck. He whispered things in her ear again, things like, “Fuck, your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock,” and various other wildly erotic musings. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let him pull her into a sitting position at the edge of the table. With his hands on her hips and her hands on his shoulders, he let go, fucking her with long deep strokes as she held her legs up and open for him. It was dirty. That’s the only word she could think of to describe how it felt, how it must have looked. It was dirty and she loved it. He squeezed her hips hard and practically lifted her off the table when he came with a grunt. She dug her fingernails into the backs of his shoulders as he released inside her.
“That...” he said when he regained his breath. “Was...whew.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
Erick laughed again and she loved that he laughed before sex, during sex and after sex. It made her feel so comfortable. He cupped her breast in his hand and kissed her on the mouth again. She tasted herself for the first time and was surprised by how sexy it was to know herself like that.
Slowly he pulled out of her and Clover clamped her legs shut tight while he grabbed a towel to clean them both off.
“Sex is messier than I realized,” she said.
“My fault. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I like it.”
“You like it?” He sounded skeptical.
“Have you ever seen me wearing gardening gloves? Ever?” she asked.
“Now that you mention it...no.”
“I like getting a little dirty,” she said with a smile. “Makes you feel alive, close to nature. Real life isn’t neat and tidy.”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear anything you said after the part about liking to get a little dirty. It put images in my head.”
“I’m sure you’ll tell me all about them eventually.”
He laughed. “You know me already. I’d tell you all about them right now except I have to get to Welches.”
She looked past him at the clock on the microwave.
“Oh, no, I made you late.”
“It’s okay,” he said as he straightened his clothes and pulled on his jacket. “I’m a contractor, remember? Nobody expects me to be on time.”
“Good point.”
Clover slid off the table and tied her robe around her waist again, ran a hand through her hair. She had sex hair after all that. She’d never had sex hair before. So many firsts and all of them good. Maybe she’d survive Thanksgiving week, after all.
“I’ll probably be working until six tonight. I’ll swing by home and take a shower, be here around seven. We can eat in or go out and damn. What am I doing? You haven’t even invited me back.”
“Will you please come back this evening and stay the night again?”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty busy.”
She flicked the tip of his nose.
“Ow. I deserved that,” he said.
“You did. So you’ll be back around seven tonight and then we’ll have dinner?”
“Yes, ma’am. If you change your mind or something comes up, text me. You have my number?”
“I don’t.” Clover put her hand on her forehead. “I slept with a man and I don’t even have his phone number. Oh, my God, I have just done everything my mother told me never to do.”
“It’s fun, right?”
“So much fun.”
