“Can I taste you now?” she asks quietly, almost shyly. Idon’t want to deny her anything, especially my cock, but she’s not ready. In a multitude of ways, she’s just not ready. I shake my head.
“You take care of everyone and everything around you. And I know if I let you, you’ll try and take care of me, too. But someone ought to be taking care of you. You’re so beautiful, so smart, so sweet and patient. Let me show you what it’s like to be taken care of.” I kiss her sweetest spot again. “My focus is making you feel the way you should.”
“How should I feel?” she manages to ask, around her breathlessness, making room for me. Always accommodating, always considerate.
“Like the center of the goddamn universe.”
“Dean,” she moans, and I lift my head from her heaven, blinking up at her. “Coach,” she says, looking down at me between her legs, bare pussy swollen, but not sated. Not yet.
“Right now, all I care about is making you feel good, Clara June. Making you come, and come, and come again—once you’re sticky and sore, and don’t think you have it left in you, I’m gonna make you come one more time, harder, more intense.” I suckle her clit as she moans, stroking her fingers through my hair, fingertips tickling my scalp.
I wrangle my way onto the couch, and on our sides, we face one another. With my thumb on her clit and two fingers inside her cunt, we lie face to face. I curl my fingers, and watch intently as her eyes close, and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip with a hungry moan. The sound of her arousal fights to be heard over the TV’s dull roar. I kiss the tip of her nose, then find her mouth, moving our tongues together as I move my hand between her legs.
“God, oh God,” she moans quietly, her eyes popping open to find mine. “I’m—oh god. Coach, yes, Coach, yes,” she breathes out, her hand slipping beneath my shirt,skating up my bare belly. My cock spits a stream of precum, and I know without a doubt that if I stick around for more, I’ll come in my pants. I tug her dress all the way up, and then tug her little bra down, exposing one of her breasts. With my fingers buried in her tightness, thumb stroking lazy, sticky circles on her swollen clit, I drop my mouth to her breast, and suck her tight little nipple onto my tongue.
Clara June arches her back, pressing her torso into me, feeding me more of her breast in the process. I suck on her nipple, moaning as I roll it between my teeth, curling and uncurling my fingers inside of her.
She slaps at my chest with one hand, and the hand beneath my shirt drags fingernails down my torso, then pulls at the hairs on my chest and belly. Her beautiful blue eyes roll back into her head as I pop off her breast, and take her throat in my grip. “Right now, mama, one more. C’mon. That cunt is weeping for it. Your pretty pussy needs it. You deserve another.”
With that, she unspools again, bearing down on my hand like a goddamn porn star. I return my mouth to her breast, and suck her nipple hard, unleashing a second, unrelenting wave of pent up orgasm. When I pull back, I press my other hand to her breast, kneading the fleshy, warm mound that makes me so goddamn hard.
“You have beautiful tits, Clara June,” I rasp, my voice thin and rough from the two-hour hard-on I’m uncomfortably sporting.
She latches her mouth onto mine, and we make out like horny teenagers for another few minutes before the grandfather clock chimes, breaking the spell.
“It’s midnight,” I acknowledge. I don’t want to leave. But I need to. I have no business spending the night so soon. Italready happened once, but it was an accident. We’re not there yet.
“Thank you,” she says, surprising me as she slithers around me off the couch, and pulls her panties back on. I sit up and right myself, stroking my hand over my head.
“For what?” Because I don’t know why I’m being thanked.
She sits down next to me, placing my hat on my head with a smile. “For fixing my broken box.”
We both laugh, but temper it so as to not wake Archie. Her eyes follow my hand in the darkness, and they grow wide as I suck her juices off my fingers and thumb, one by one.
“You’re sweet, mama. And I’m addicted to your sweetness.”
She wraps her arms around herself, and looks down at her feet a moment, searching for courage. “I wanted to touch you.” She licks her lips, eyes trained on me. “I want you. In the way you had me.”
I reach out, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear, then kiss her cheek. We get to our feet together, and I pull her against me. After kissing the top of her head I tell her the truth.
“You know I’m all yours. But we’re not ready,” I tell her, realizing she can’t fully realize what I mean. Not yet. “When it’s time, Mama, I’ll give you every goddamn inch.” She shudders in my arms.
We kiss, and then we walk to the front door. I open it, and step onto the porch, clicking the remote to unlock my truck. The headlights and taillights flash. She steps out and kisses me again.
“By the way,” she says, wearing a sly smirk under the dim porch light, bugs flying around it. “You said I have beautiful tits… but you’ve only seen one.”
She lifts her shirt and bra, flashing me two gorgeous, perky, creamy, hard tipped tits. She covers them up as quickly as she flashes them.
“You have beautiful tits,” I confirm.
She smiles.
“Goodnight, Clara June.”
“Goodnight, Dean.”
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