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“You are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her as she blushed and turned her face away, looking to the side. He wanted to say more. He wanted to understand how he could have ever been stupid enough to find her unappealing. He wanted to talk about how he was committing this sight to his memory—along with the sound and the smell and the feel of her. Because the next person to experience her like this might be Simon—fucking Simon—and he felt sick to the stomach at the thought.
Though Sophia looked away, she made no move to cover herself, and in fact she smiled slightly, shyly. “I might get you a whole apple tree,” she said.
Jay laughed. This girl just kept on surprising him. “You enjoyed your lesson?”
Another smile. “I did. I think you know I did.”
He ran his eyes over her, over her breasts, lingering there. Of course he did—not only were they breasts, but they were fuckingexquisite. “I could teach you a little more about kissing, if you like?”
She glanced at him. “Now?”
“Now.”
Because look at her… How could he not want to put his mouth on her? He was so turned on he was probably going to sprain his other wrist later, but there was no way he could walk away when she looked like this.
“OK,” she said. “Teach me.”
Christ, he nearly came in his pants at the sound of her voice. But he took a deep breath instead, then bent his head to her breasts and licked a long line across her nipple.
She gasped. He did it again. Slowly, before taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking until she squirmed. He did the same on the other side until she was moaning, head thrown back. Then he moved down her body and kissed her bare thigh.
“Jay…”
“Shh. Trust teacher.”
He kissed his way up into the smell of her and then he couldn’t wait any longer. He licked her pussy, gripping her thighs in his hands and spreading her wide open. And he probably should have gone gently, but he was so fucking horny he couldn’t stand it, so he took it out on her pussy, fucking her with his tongue until she shattered, swearing, crying his name.
He could have stayed there, her thighs quivering around his head, her pussy so pink and open and swollen, pressed against his face. He breathed in, savouring the scent of her, and bizarrely felt a sudden urge to cry. Which was weird.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and gave himself a moment, kissing her thighs until he thought it was safe to raise his head and climb up the bed towards her, where he kissed her mouth, forgetting that she might find the taste of herself strange on his lips. He just needed to kiss her. Except, again, it made him want to cry.
“Clements,” he said instead, his voice a little gravelly. “I’m expecting a whole orchard.”
Sophia said he should leave before her mother came back. She went to the bathroom and came back in pyjamas, having discarded her wrinkled dress, then she let him hold her hand while she led him down the stairs to the front door.
He kissed her before she could open it. He kissed her stupidly, a little wildly, walking her back into the hallway wall, his hands wandering all over her. She was wearing a little cami top with no bra—
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, as she caught his face between her hands and held him still. “I’m just really, really horny right now and these pyjamas are killing me.” He tugged on the waistband for emphasis, getting the tiniest glimpse of firm stomach and a shadowed glimpse of that patch of hair…
She had no pants on. He kissed her again.
“Should I…?” She moved her hand uncertainly down his body, coming to rest on the straining bulge in his jeans. “I don’t know what to do…”
“You don’t need to do anything,” he made himself say, though she rubbed her palm over him experimentally as he spoke, and his hips thrust forward of their own accord.
“But I want to,” she said, rubbing over him again and making him groan. “And I should practise this too, of course, because I guess Simon might want me to, if we ever…”
Jay squeezed his eyes shut. “Simon. Right.”
She stroked him again, and his regret warred with his arousal.
Arousal won.
“For Simon, then,” he ground out, jaw tight as Sophia stroked her hand back and forth over his bulge. God, he needed more room. It was painful.
He placed his hands on the wall either side of Sophia’s head. She glanced up at him, questioningly. “What should I do, Jay?”
“Undo my jeans. There’s an opening in my boxers. Take me out.”
