I place my hand on her stomach, and her breath hitches. “I made you come.”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Can I make you come again?” My hand massages her lower belly, and beneath me, her legs fall apart. She glances back toward the hall, the movie sending bursts of light around the room. Archie hasn’t made a peep, but I’m sure she’s worried about waking him.
She nods but then reaches up, grabbing my neck with one hand. “What—what if I can’t? What if it was a one time thing and I’m still broken?” Her eyes shine with unshed tears, tears of fear and confusion, things I’d never let her feel if she were mine.
“There isn’t a single thing in this world wrong with you, Clara June, so don’t go borrowing trouble.” I slide my hand over her cunt, on top of her panties, my eyes rolling shut temporarily at the heat that radiates off her. “Do I have permission to lower these?”
She swallows but nods.
I curl my fingers around the waistband of her white cotton panties with tiny blue flowers all over them, and start tugging them down. Clara June grabs my shoulder, bringing my eyes to hers, giving me pause.
“I’m—it’s—” she sighs. “I’ve had three kids. I’m a little… softer than what you’re used to. I just, you know, want you to know.”
I tip my head to the side, feral from how close I am to her pussy, maddened by the fact it’s still shrouded by panties, an erotic mystery.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and I’ve had a raging hard on for the last hour, just sitting next to you on the couch.” I kiss her bare belly, and trace the hem of her panties with a single finger tip, making her legs shake gently. “You touching my shoulder, when we were talking, was making me lose my goddamn mind.” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh and she lets out a little moan, breathy and wild, and it spins me out. “You’re not soft, you’re not broken, you’re strong and gorgeous and you’re all I’ve thought about for weeks. Actual weeks.”
She gives me a little nod, and I pull her panties all the way down and off, tossing them aside. A commercial comes on, juice or cereal, I don’t know, but the bright setting tosses light onto the lower half of her body for a moment, allowing me to take her in.
I move my fingers over her pussy, touching the neatly trimmed thatch of soft curls. Dragging my finger down her seam, I slowly spread her lips apart, and when I do, sticky arousal spills from her cunt, dripping down her taint, pooling into a dark spot on the couch.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, because Clara June has a hot, wet, pink little pussy and— “I fucking knew it.”
She pushes to her elbows, looking down over her body at me. “What?”
I lower my mouth to her cunt and kiss her blooming clit. “That your pussy would drive me wild. That it would be sexy and perfect.”
“You say things that just… turn me on so much,” she admits, her volume dropping off with each sultry confessed word.
I wink, then return my mouth where it belongs—Clara June’s glistening cunt. I lick and lave, slipping a finger inside of her only when her back is arched and she’s biting her hand so hard she whimpers. When I have one finger inside, my lips on her clit, her whole body erupts in soft trembles, head to toe, as she comes. Sliding another finger inside of her, I groan into her clit as her warm walls clench all around me, hungry for affection, dying to come.
I pull my fingers out, only to give her a third, and when I begin easing back inside, she whimpers, legs shaking. “Right now, Clara June, take another one, I know you want it,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her thigh as I let her adjust.
She looks down at me, a flush in her cheeks, hair wild around her face, and nods. “I do, I do,” she pants, a wiggle moving through her spine. “It’s… I just… it feels so good.”
I use the tip of my tongue to nudge her clit, curling my three fingers into the tightest, wettest, deepest spot inside of her. “You gonna come fast for me?” I stroke my fingers in and out, alternating my pace as I curl them inside of her. She’s sweet on my lips, like strawberries and cream, and the way she leaks all over my fingers and wets the couch with her arousal has my cock dripping in my dirty jeans.
She nods. “Coach?—”
Fuck. My fingers buried deep, her clit sucked gently between my teeth, nipples pressed to her dress while callingme coach… “Let me see this pretty pussy unravel for me. C’mon mama, come for me, I know you’re ready, I know you want to.”
With that, she bears down on my fingers and I return my face to her cunt, licking, tonguing, sucking, nibbling as she unravels, her orgasm unspooling in thrashing waves. Her thighs clamp around my head and shoulders, and her cunt strangles my fingers, clenching around me in dizzying bursts. Precum keeps my boxers glued against my cockhead and shaft, and I’m grateful for the darkness because I’m sure there’s a stain on my jeans from how much I’m leaking.
Don’t care.
I’d have a desperate little wet spot on my jeans every day of the week if it meant feeling Clara June come all over my fingers, if it meant tasting her orgasm as she unspools for me and only me.
She slaps at my shoulders, and pulls at the wild strands of my work-laden hair as she comes, clenching, moaning, throbbing, shaking. It’s beautiful. It’s tantalizing. It’s something I’ll never forget. And something I have to have more of. Immediately.
Coming down from her orgasm, Clara June attempts to wrangle out from under me, pushing to her elbows on the couch.
I smile up at her, aware that her cum glistens along my lips, and coats my mustache. “Was that how you came when I hugged you in the kitchen?” I ask, still moving a single finger tip up and down her pussy lips. I’m not ready to leave this spot. Not yet.
She smirks. “Just about.”
“Hmm,” I hum in response, then place a kiss on her left thigh, then right.
