We’re too busy diving hands under each other’s clothes, desperate to eliminate the barriers between us.
My hand skims up her pajama top to cup her bare breast, her nails drag down my back beneath my sweatshirt, and then we’repushing through the doorway. It bangs open, cracking against the wall before slamming back to hit my elbow, but I barely feel it. I’m too focused on dragging Clover in after me and shutting the door behind us.
When I turn back to her, she grips my shoulders and pulls, sending us both tumbling onto the dusty cushion in the corner. The sunbed groans under our weight, dust puffing around us, but neither of us seems to care.
I certainly don’t.
Fuck dust. Fuck this musty-smelling cushion. Nothing so minor as dust or mold could lessen the magic of this moment.
Of my mouth on hers as I roll her under me, her legs locking around my waist. Of the way she lifts her arms, making it easier for me to rip her pajama top over her head, granting me my first clear view of Clover half-naked.
And fuck…
Thank fuck for the moonlight streaming through the shed window.
Thank fuck for the heat in her eyes as she reaches up to grip my arms, and exhales in a rush, “I have an IUD, and negative, so we don’t have to worry about protection.”
A ragged sound emerges from my throat.
I’m already half out of my mind at the thought of being inside her bare, and then she adds in a husky whisper, “So, don’t you dare pull out, okay? I want to feel you come inside me. I’ve been dreaming about it every night. Every fucking night.”
As she pulls me into another desperate kiss, I lose time, lose control, lose the plot. I lose everything, but the burning need to give her exactly what she wants.
To make sure my first time inside her has my woman coming and coming and coming back for more.
Eighteen
CLOVER
The sunbedframe squeals as Dean grips my wrists, pinning them to the cushion over my head—a sharp, metallic sound that’s swallowed by our groans of relief as he kisses me hard.
He’s so big that when he’s on top that I can’t see anything but him.
He’s the ceiling, the sky, and I am exactly where I’ve been dying to be for what feels like forever. I’m under him, and he’s hard between my thighs, his cock pulsing against me through his sweatpants, and soon, all this terrible distance will be over.
Soon, he’ll be inside me.
As far as I’m concerned, it can’t be soon enough…
“Inside me,” I beg, straining against his hold on my arms, desperate to reach down and free that thick cock I’ve been jonesing for like an addict for a fix. “Inside me now. Please.”
“Don’t rush me, woman.” But he releases my arms as he adds, “I need to taste your nipples before I fuck you.”
I rake my nails up his back, beneath his sweatshirt, savoring the ripple of muscle as I hum my approval of this plan. “I like your dirty mouth.”
“I like yours, too,” he says, smiling against my lips before kissing his way down my neck.
His stubble grazes the top of my chest, then the side of my breast, a delicious friction that makes me shiver with anticipation. Then, his mouth is on me, and damn… His tongue is hot, rough against my already aching, sensitized skin, even before he takes half my breast into his mouth and sucks hard enough to make me bow off the dusty cushion.
I cry out in surprise, my fingers fisting in his hair.
I’ve never had someone take so much of me, but God…I like it. I more than like it. In seconds, I’m even wetter, my panties soaked, and my pussy so swollen it hurts. It hurts, this pleasure he’s giving me like both our lives depend on it, but it’s a good hurt.
A beautiful hurt.
A hurt I know I’m going to crave for the rest of my life.
It’s a scary thought, but I can’t stay with any thought for too long, not when his mouth is on me. He’s relentless, sucking and biting at my breasts, my nipples, sometimes both at the same time, until I’m squirming under him, my hips bucking into his thigh in a primitive quest for relief.
