It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. I wish I did have that drone I’d recorded Declan’s proposal to Kelsey with. This would make the absolute best porn that would be only for me. Forever.
Yeah. I was thinking of forever. With Clover.
She stayed where she was. In my lap, facing me, her forehead down against mine, both of us breathing like we’d run something, the stars outside in the sky still sparkling, the cats asleep, the apartment ours and empty and quiet.
I waited for her to armor up. I’d learned the rhythm of it over a season, the small administrative pulling-back, the list reassembling itself, the woman stepping behind the woman. I knew it was coming. I braced for the gentle redirect, the joke that put distance between us, the thing she’d do to make a thing she couldn’t keep into a thing she’d only borrowed.
It didn’t come.
She just stayed. Soft and heavy and there, her hands loose on my shoulders, her breath going slow against my neck, not guarding a single door.
“So on a scale of 1 to 5, with 5 being the highest, how would you rate the service your landlord provided you today?”
Clover giggled into my shoulder.
“Hmm, I am not sure if I can provide a fair review without sampling the full array of services provided.”
“Oh really?” I asked trailing kisses along her forehead and cinnamon dusted nose. “What other services would you like from the deluxe package?”
“Well, I certainly can’t make up my mind without ensuring that the package is indeed deluxe.” She said as she slid off my lap, down to the floor between my legs.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to. What we just did was enough for me.” I assured her.
“What if it’s not enough for me? You aren’t the only one who has been thinking about this Isak. I’ve been a few floors down just dreaming about having all of you laid out for me like a snack.”
“Well then by all means nibble away.” I replied.
Clover reached into my gray sweatpants and wrapped her hands around my already hard as a rock cock, which grew even fucking harder under her attention. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she realized I had something down there that wasn’t available on the standard Kingman model.
“Isak Bear Kingman. You do not have a dick piercing. That’s dangerous when you play contact sports.”
“I think by now you know I like to be a little dangerous. Do you like it?”
“Let’s see it. All of it,” she said, eye glittering like she just found out Santa was making an extra trip this year. She pulled my pants off and threw them over her shoulder before conducting a thorough examination of the silver Jacob’s ladder that ran up the underside of my cock.
“Whoa.” She whispered, trailing her finger down the bars and my hips thrust up seeking more of her touch.
I recited the play book backwards before I embarrassed myself and potentially blinded her with an unannounced eruption.
Her engineering brain took over and announced. “I need to test the integrity. For science.”
“For science, of course.” I managed to groan out. She gave a little eyebrow waggle and wrapped her beautiful lips around my cock and traced the ladder with her tongue.
I fucking loved Science.
I was caught in between never wanting her to stop and begging her to, trying to remember that this was our first night together of many and not the last time for any of this.
“Clover, baby, please.” I begged. She popped off of me, her eyes glassy and her cheeks flushed. I had never seen anything so beautiful. I bent down and kissed her hard, tasting myself in her mouth.
“I need you,” She sighed as she crawled back into my lap. “I want you inside of me.”
“Are you sure, baby?” Please say yes, please say yes. “We have plenty of time.”
“I will die if you are not inside of me in the next minute. I have an IUD, and I am clean. I am good if you are. Do I have your enthusiastic consent, Isak?”
“Always baby. I am a Kingman. You’re my queen. Come sit on your throne.”
She guided me inside of her and I swear I just about died. I had never gone without a condom before and it was like everything in my body had finally found home.