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I give her a minute to recover before I start again, tongue swirling and stroking, dragging up and down the length of her, dipping inside before I latch onto her clit, alternating soft suction with gentle teeth until she comes again.
I swipe a hand across my mouth and sit back on my knees. I rid her of her panties, then shuck off my pants, leaving me in a pair of black boxer briefs. My erection nudges the inside of her thigh as I tuck my knees under hers and spread her legs wide.
“You are fucking gorgeous.” I brush a thumb over her clit. “Every inch of you.” I drag my fingers lower and ease a single one inside, pumping several times before adding a second. When I curl them forward, Clover’s eyes flutter closed for a moment.
“There it is. That’s what I was looking for.” I withdraw, sucking my fingers into my mouth, groaning at the taste of her. “I could eat you all night.”
“I’d rather you fuck me all night.”
She reaches out and tries to pull me on top of her, but I ease my fingers back inside. “Iamfucking you.”
“With your cock, not your fingers.” She groans when I curl them again.
I shake my head. “Not yet. We’ve been here before, Clover. You’re not ready.”
She stops arguing as I hover over her and drop to my elbow, the fingers of my other hand still moving inside her. Instead, she clutches my wrist and rides my hand to yet another orgasm.
Her hips drop back to the mattress, and she flops against the pillow. “You’re a master at multiples.”
“Anytime you’re looking to stockpile orgasms, all you have to do is call. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and let you ride my hand or my face.”
She laughs and then groans as I curl my fingers again, easing them out one at a time, my lips brushing over hers with each withdrawal.
“And then your cock, obviously.” Clover pushes on my chest and I shift so I’m on my back.
I lift my hips, shoving my boxer briefs down my thighs. Once I’ve kicked them off, Clover moves to straddle me, settling over my erection on a soft sigh. Her tongue peeks out to run along her top lip, and she rolls her hips.
She leans down, sucking my bottom lip between her teeth, her long hair sweeping across my chest. “I can’t wait to have you inside me again. Filling me up,” she whispers against my lips.
I reach over to the nightstand where I set my wallet and flip it open. I free the gold-foil square and the small packet of lube, and Clover plucks the condom from my fingers. She shifts back on my thighs, tears open the wrapper, and pops out the latex circle. She rolls the condom down my length, and I get the lube ready.
“Just remember to take it slow.” I sit up so we’re chest to chest as she positions me at her entrance and starts to sink down.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten how hard it was to walk the next day.”
I laugh, and so does she, but it turns into a mutual groan when she lowers herself another inch.
I put a hand on her hip and watch her face. Her eyes aren’t on mine, though. They’re trained on where she’s stretched around my cock. Her fingers dip between her thighs, running over the still exposed shaft. “It’s almost as thick as a soda can,” she muses.
“The circumference is, like, an inch and a quarter less, which doesn’t sound significant, but it is.”
She throws her head back and laughs. I love how much fun she is in bed; how different it is to be with someone whose sexual appetite matches mine.
She settles her palm against my neck, her smile full of amusement. “Should I assume you’ve taken all the comparative measurements, then?”
I shrug. “Sort of helps to have a basis for comparison when you’re in my position.”
“I can see that.” She lifts up and lowers herself a couple more inches, taking more of me inside. She exhales a shuddery breath.
“You okay?” I tighten my hold on her hip, keeping her steady, breathing through the sensations, tamping down the urge to just . . . thrust.
“Mmm . . .” she hums and presses her lips to mine. “Better than okay.” Hip roll. “So much better than okay.” Slide down. “So full.” Rise up.
She keeps rolling her hips, taking in more of me until her ass finally settles on my thighs. She adjusts her position and wraps her legs around my waist, curving her palm around the nape of my neck.
Clover presses her lips to mine, tongue stroking. I part and let her in, groaning as she starts rocking in my lap. The gentle friction makes me want more, but I let her set the pace.
She moves faster, sliding up the length of my cock, before dropping back down on a low moan. “This is even better than I remember.”
