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Clementine turns around completely out of breath and looking absolutely fuckable. I don’t even have to ask. She lunges for my zipper like a hungry little minx. Her hands are expert as she pulls my dick free, gasping a little as she takes me in her hands and pumps.
“I love how big you are,” she purrs, my precious little kitten. Her tongue flicks out and licks along the tip. “Mmm.”
I take her head in my hands and draw her in. Clementine wraps her sweet lips around me and I groan. She’s so good it only takes looking at her pretty face to push me over the edge.
“Come in my mouth,” she says.
I do.
I laugh to myself.
Ah.
I do.
I wasready to take her out when I got home. That plan is basically fucked because of that epic fucking bathtub. Not that I’m going to complain. I can get a table at any respectable restaurant in this city. But it does require going through the whole process of dressing again.
Not that I can complain about that either. Because it also means I get to watch Clementine disrobe and rub lotion up and down her legs as she lies on our bed. I have to use every ounce of restraint and discpline to not pounce on her like some kind of wild fucking animal. Again.
I promised I'd make tonight special for her birthday.
I’ve already screwed up my first set of plans by being late thanks to bathtub sex. Although I suppose orgasms are great gifts, this should be a little less about me and more about her—that’s what I’m getting at.
“I like the blue tie on you,” she says, rubbing her knees as she pulls them against her chest. I see everything. Ev-er-y-th-iiiiing.
Is she trying to kill me?
“Are you trying to kill me?”
She looks over my way, seeming innocent to the display she’s putting on. Her face flushes. “Oh,” she squeaks.
“I’m not complaining,” I add. “But there’s no way we’re leaving this place if you don’t stop doing that.”
She hops up from the bed and rushes to the closet.
“I’ll pretend not to be hurt,” I joke.
“Sorry, but cake is everything.”
I smile. “I suppose it is.”
She picks out a dress that matches the cobalt blue tie she hands me. The back is unzipped and Clem twirls around, lifting her hair up into a messy heap. “Zip me up.”
“Mm.” I kiss her spine. “It’s the least I can do, birthday girl.”
She giggles. “Now you need to stop.”
I kiss her again, grabbing her waist as I whisper in her ear. “Do I?”
“Gabriel,” she warns.
“Mm, that doesn’t affect me in the way you’d like it to, Clementine.” But I pull away anyhow. I zip her up and she twirls once again to thank me with a haste kiss.
“Want me to do yours?” she says.
“Yes,” I say immediately. Not even knowing or giving a damn what ‘yours’ she is referring to. My zipper? My tie? My dick? Do it all. As many and much as you like.
Forever.
