I sit with those words for a second as a chuckle rumbles through my chest. “Maybe I don’t want to make it easy on you. My master plan,” I say, lightly tapping her temple with my fingers. “Let’s sit. I got some girldinner for you.”
“What doyouknow about girl dinner?” Her tone is accusatory in the most playful way.
“Not much, other than this is what the social media aunties say all women need after a tough day.” Ushering her in front of me, I rub my hand along her soft belly and grab into her lush body a bit more before letting her go. There isn't a part of her I don’t love, not a single area I don't want to kiss. I watch that damned T-shirt ride up her thighs and pour into the center of her crossed legs as she settles into the love seat. That T-shirt is going to be the death of me. I follow behind her like a lost puppy until the moment she pats the seat beside her.
Paloma nuzzles into my side and looks all around, taking a few moments to take in the ambiance. “Thank you for doing all of this.” Her voice is gentle, almost like she isn't sure what to do with all the emotion.
“I’m glad breakfast with your dad went well, but I knew no matter the outcome, it was going to be an exhausting day.”
“It was exhausting but much needed. I’ve been looking at my parents like my parents and not the people they are. Does that make sense?” she asks, and I don't know if she was really asking herself or asking me.
Either way, I answer,“Yeah, baby, it does.”
Paloma snuggles in deeper next to me as I load up a small plate of meats and cheeses for us to share. I smear the jam on a cracker before topping it with cheese and a thin slice of prosciutto, then I nod to my girl and feed her. Taking care of her in every way she’ll allow me. As we eat our fill, a new song pulses through the speakers, and my eyes track every single movement as she stands, grabbing for my hands.
“Dance with me?” she asks.
There’s nothing I can say or do but get up and dance with my girl. Ipull Paloma close to me, wrapping my arms around her waist as she lifts hers to my neck, and we slowly sway to the beat. Her wide hips melt into my hands as she leans her face away from me, looking into my eyes, and I swear in this moment I can see every constellation drawn by God himself along her cheeks, nose, and chin.
Her lips tilt up in a warm grin, and I instinctively reach out, tucking a loose strand behind her ear, relishing in the feel of her pressed against me. The music fades away and without an ounce of hesitation, I lean in and press my lips against hers. When she parts them slightly, it gives me room to slip my tongue inside and delve into her. Her cherry scent envelopes me, and I pull my arms tighter around her, getting a handful of her ample ass. Needing to taste more of her, my lips travel down her jawline, leading me right to her neck, where she tastes as good as she smells.
My name falling from her lips in a whimper is all I can handle before the limit of my resolve snaps. Smoothing my hand down her ass, I lift the shirt and notice she isn’t wearing any panties. “Paloma.” Her name falls from my mouth in heated shock.Fucking hell.“Where are your panties?” I ask, but I also don’t give one single fuck where they are, not when she’s standing in my arms naked, aside from this night shirt.
“With the sweatpants, on your bed.” Her words make me groan. “Touch me Clint, please.”
I don’t wait a moment longer before my hands are curving around her, then pressing her back against the glass enclosure of the balcony. Her surprised yelp morphs into a low moan when my fingers slide into her wet heat.
“Fuck, Dove, you’re already so wet for me.” Slipping my fingers free just enough to find her sensitive bundle of nerves, I circle her clit, and start building her up to the climax she wants and needs after the day she’shad. Using two fingers, I massage her pussy. I dip both fingers inside her again, savoring the moans and swears from her.
“Clint, that feels so good. Please. I need–I need more.” Her moans warrant only one response from me, and I curl my fingers, hitting the one spot I remember sent her over the edge. Paloma whines as I pull my fingers free and turn her, pressing her front against the glass panel of the balcony. “On your toes for me, Dove.” She rises to her tiptoes. I brush the hair away from her neck and press my lips into the scent of her there. I kiss down her spine, not forgetting the curves and rolls of her back as I do. “You’re so fucking perfect.” Massaging her thighs as I make my way down, my lips nibble down the backs of her thighs, as I lower to my knees to worship her properly.
Paloma looks at me from over her shoulder and asks, “What are you doing?”
“You’ve had your girl dinner, now it's time for me to have mine.” I smirk up at her as I rub my palms along the soft skin of her legs, opening her up to me and the cool night air.
I run my tongue up her soaking pussy andfuckshe’s so damn sweet. Pressing deep into her, I run two fingers between her folds as I fuck her with my tongue. Her body shivers, and her moans grow louder. She catches herself trying to quiet down the feral noises I love hearing her make. The ones I am pulling out of her. “That’s right, baby, let the neighbors hear how good I make you feel.”
Licking her from her clit to the tight ring of muscles, I spread her wider. Her thighs tense as I do, but when I press my tongue to tease her a bit more, her muscles ease.
Her cries are like a fucking song. My dick is so fucking hard, it presses against my sweats, and I whimper at my need for her. I’m so fuckingclose to coming in my pants, and I don’t give a damn, not when Paloma is spread out for me to feast on. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
“Oh my God,” she breathes, as moans fall from that beautiful mouth.
“Why bother usingHisname, when mine sounds so much better falling from those pretty lips of yours,” I whisper to her between strokes of my tongue.
Paloma rocks against my tongue, taking the pleasure I’m giving her. “Clint, I’m so close.” She whines, and fuck, it’s pretty when she does.
I dip my tongue into her soaking entrance and feel my own release closing in as she grows wetter. I palm one of her breasts and tweak her nipple, drinking in every soft moan that falls from her lips. When she arches her back, I feel my own release edging me closer. Holding myself back, I groan, “Come for me, baby. Please.” As though she was waiting for the words, she soaks the both of us with her climax, and I savor the taste of her.
Seeing this woman so broken apart, so open for me after she’s spent so much time running away from a love she deserves. I give her one more long lick, enjoying every ounce of her sweetness.
Before she can sink into the cold glass panels, I pull her back to my front and lift her legs into my arms. I need to get her, and myself, cleaned up before I tuck us both into bed.
28
Chuck:Double the heat now. They’re really dancing on the edge.
Lou:Yeah, one misstep and they could both end up in a heap.
