Page 82 of Clint & Ivy
“I’m starting to worry you’re only sticking with me to get close to all these damn dogs,” Clint said, wearing a smile as I straddled his lap. “I might not be as small or cute, but I have talents.”
Clint’s kiss set fire to my nerves. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wiggled my hips closer until there was no space between us.
Clint’s fingers were calloused, yet his touch remained tender. They slid over my hips, up my back, down my shoulders, and grazed my breasts. Just a taste of what was to come.
Wildly aroused, I grinded my pussy against his crotch without thinking. We moaned together. My hands disappeared into his hair. He cupped my butt. Our bodies ached for more.
“Mercy,” Clint mumbled, prying his lips from mine. “You’re going to make me jizz my jeans.”
I looked down between us and then glanced up to his bedroom. When my gaze met his, we both knew what I was thinking.
“No,” he whispered and kissed me again.
Without the ability to speak, I simply enjoyed the feel of him against me. His chest was hard and hot under my fingertips.
Once he peeled his lips away, I scooted back enough to admire his tattoos. There were roses inked in black and gray. I noticed similar designs on the vests worn by Clint and his cousins when they were together at the Reed family home.
I traced the skull on his left pectoral before his lips found mine. Clint reclined me on the couch and rested his body against the back. He tugged a plush black blanket over us and kissed me again.
We stayed this way long after our lips parted. Clint turned on the TV and found a funny movie. Occasionally, I’d turn over and face him. A few times, I closed my eyes and rested my face against his chest. Clint kissed my head whenever I went quiet for too long.
For the first time, I felt truly comfortable with this sexy man. He was more than an impossibly beautiful, intimidating creature. Clint had heard my secrets and still wanted more of me.
By the time we made popcorn as a late snack, I had memorized the way his beard grew and the shape of his Adam’s apple. Clint didn’t put on his shirt, allowing me a full view. I chose to leave my shirt partially unbuttoned, just enough to reveal what I had long wanted hidden.
I pretended my ugliest scar was no different than Clint’s tattoos or those jagged marks on his back and thigh. If I could get over my hangups, sex would be far more fun. And I was very interested in sex!
Clint made my body hum. I found myself overly focused on his bare flesh. I couldn’t believe how achy I felt between my legs. Sure, I’d fantasized about men before. I masturbated from time to time. But the men in my head didn’t radiate heat like Clint. I never imagined them smelling so masculine.
I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Not when we relaxed on the couch or when we went to his bed for the night.
Clint wasn’t much better at controlling himself. His hands were on my breasts and between my legs. He teased my slit and licked my nipple through my shirt. I sunk my fingers into his thick hair and let the pleasure build. I didn’t expect to orgasm. We’d been fooling around off and on for hours in a relaxed, fun way. There was no pressure to find relief.
Yet, I orgasmed after the mildest stroke of my clit through my pajama bottoms. My body was awash in hot pleasure. I’d never felt so free. I rode the pleasure for another few minutes. Clint didn’t rush me, even though I knew his erection hoped for the same relief.
“Now you,” I mumbled against his lips. “Show me how.”
“You’ll barely have to do a damn thing,” he said, sounding pained. “Your body makes me fucking nuts.”
Clint guided my hand to his cock hidden under his soft boxers. He showed me how to quicken my pace. I brushed my fingers from the base to the head, finding the fabric wet from his pre-cum.
Helping him orgasm filled me with such pride. I wanted so much to be sexy and appealing to Clint. I needed this incredible man to crave me. As he moaned my name and kissed me tenderly, I wanted to give him everything.
“I didn’t plan that,” Clint mumbled, sounding a little embarrassed. “I’m a guy who’s normally in control of himself. But you make me weak and wild.”
“I want to give you everything like you’ve given me,” I said and wrapped my arms around him. “I don’t want you to do without.”
“Everything is going to be okay,” he whispered.
Something about Clint’s tone made me think he was speaking to himself as much as me. Though sensing he was worried, I chose not to push the subject. We were still getting to know each other. I might be reading him wrong, so I chose to trust him and enjoy our post orgasm bliss.
In the dark condo, I thought back to my life in Reno. I used to imagine I wasn’t sleeping alone. I dreamed up pets, lovers, friends, and family. They changed depending on my mood. Though those fantasy people and animals offered me comfort, they weren’t real. If I were sad, they couldn’t comfort me. I was alone with the voices in my head.
Turning over to face Clint, I sensed he was still awake. His fingers soon traced my lips, and he scooted closer.
“I felt like I might be losing you when I learned about your childhood health issues,” Clint said. “It’s so crazy to me how I didn’t even know you existed days ago. Now, I’m terrified of a future where you won’t be at my side.”
“The doctor really did say I was healthy.”
