Page 96 of Clint & Ivy
His touch was better than any fantasy. The heat burned through my every nerve and left me panting.
His tongue dipped between my folds, searching for my clit. No more whispering, I moaned like I was dying. The heat was too much. I felt so vulnerable. A part of me wanted him to stop. I was terrified to come with my butt in the air.
I didn’t dare ask him to stop. I wanted Clint to make me go wild. There should be no barriers between us. I could still taste him on my tongue. He was mine. I needed to be his. And this was the next step.
His tongue slid rhythmically along my folds before circling my clit. Closer and closer, I got to the peak of my pleasure. He’d made me come before, but never like this with us so exposed.
That’s why the blowjob felt so powerful. I was breaking down more barriers between us. Now, he was about to slam through another one.
The orgasm exploded inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I whimpered Clint’s name and clawed at the comforter.
His tongue lapped down my pleasure even as I caught my breath. Clint finally relented when I fell limp on the bed. Rolling me gently onto my back, he studied me.
“I love you,” he said as he searched for something on my face. “No one else will ever do.”
“I love you, too,” I replied and wrapped my arms and legs around his body. “Not because you saved me. I love your laugh and your loyalty. I love the way you see the world. I love how you treat people. Also, you’re easy on the eyes.”
Clint’s smile widened when I threw in my last words. “This wasnothow I imagined tonight going.”
“Really? I woke up knowing I would be sucking you off by the end of the night.”
“Devious,” he murmured and kissed me.
I sighed as our flavors mixed from our kissing. We remained tangled up in bed long enough for our bodies to crave more pleasure.
“I don’t want to lose my virginity in Goldie’s psychedelic room,” I told Clint. “I want to get naked in your bed with no worries. We should go home and play more.”
“I agree, but tonight isn’t the night for anything more than playing.”
Cupping his face, I frowned. “Why not?”
“You still haven’t gotten naked in front of me. Besides, I like taking things slowly. Every time we do something new, it feels like my first time, too.”
“Wait, are you not a virgin?” I teased and gently shoved him off me. “I guess I should have known. After all, you went down on me like a pro.”
“Thank you. I practiced on a peach.”
Rolling my eyes, I rested on my side, facing him. “You’re messing with me.”
“No,” Clint said, chuckling quietly. “Rowdy and I heard it was a good way to learn how to kiss and do other stuff. We were stupid preteens, sneaking booze from the house and practicing pussy eating with peaches. As dumb as you think that sounds, it was far dumber. Rowdy and I couldn’t stop laughing. We wasted so many fucking peaches that day.”
Laughing at his story, I was struck by how little I still knew about Clint. I couldn’t picture him as a teenager. Hell, I couldn’t even imagine him in the world whenever he left the condo. That was why I didn’t argue his point about waiting longer to pop my cherry.
After a bit more cuddling, we stripped the comforter from the bed and put it in the washer.
Outside, the party was still ongoing with a jam session and people dancing. I spotted Rock, Rowdy, and several other men, along with Sabrina, shooting hoops.
“Are you devirginized?” Elle asked me while stretched out in a lounger in the yard.
I settled next to her chair while Clint only smirked at his sister and walked over to Nine and Farley. “Somewhat, yes.”
Elle stroked my head. “Do you want booze to help you forget?”
I laughed at her expression and shook my head. “Some things should be remembered.”
Goldie joined me in the grass. “How gross is my room? Be honest. I can handle it.”
“We’re washing the comforter.”
