Letting him sleep, I rise from the bed and go straight to the ensuite and turn the shower on before relieving myself. Just as I anticipated, the water is hot and ready for me when I step into the billowing steam behind the glass shower door. Allowing the heated spray to soak my hair, I reach for his shampoo, lathering my hair in a scent that is fresh and masculine and so him.
Turning around I lean my head back and close my eyes, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. A quick, but unmissed, cool swish of air chills my skin, but his voice immediately warms me. “Mornin’, Dove.” It's been a long time since I was completely vulnerable with someone other than my close friends, but this is different. It feels like so much more than even last night.
Clinton’s eyes eat up my voluptuous form with a haughty smile gracing his handsome face. He moves his way to me, his hand outstretched before it slides along my hip, pulling me to him. He grabs the shampoobottle from my hand, squeezing a dollop in his hand and lathering his curls before quickly rinsing.
“I’m just trying to catch up with you, Dove.” He reaches for the conditioner next. “Come here, baby. Let me.”
I turn, pressing my round ass his way. When I do, his thick member, the one I haven’t gotten the chance to get an eyeful of yet, rests between the center of my ass and jumps. “Fucking hell,” I whisper too lightly for him to hear as I enjoy the feeling of his skilled fingers working their magic in my short, pink hair. A moan slips free of my lips, and he groans, pressing himself fully into me.
“Paloma, I really am trying my damndest, but you are absolutely irresistible.” His voice deep and gravely, he leans down sucking on my neck. His large hand comes around my front and massages the softness of my belly. Dropping my head back against his chest, giving him better access, his mouth trails hot kisses down to my shoulder, and his calloused hand rises to grope my breast.
Grinding into my ass, I lean deeper into him. “Please, Clint. Don’t tease me.”
“Teaseyou?You’ve been teasing me since I got back.”
“Have I now?” I ask him, knowing he’s telling the truth. He rinses the last bit of conditioner out of my hair and squeezes his body wash onto a washcloth.
Slowly,so fucking slowly, he washes my body. Taking special care of my breasts and ass. My breathing comes in short gasps. I’m so turned on I can barely focus on anything other than where his hands are and how the calluses contrast against the softness of my skin. “I need you inside me. Don’t make me beg.”
“But I think it would sound so fucking pretty.” God, this man and hisdirty mouth. A frustrated laugh, which sounds more like a moan, falls from my lips. The washcloth is gone, replaced by his hands. Grabbing two full handfuls of my breasts, they fit within his grip perfectly, he shows me just how perfect they are when he swipes his thumb over each of my nipples.
Fuck me, I’m panting.
I turn in, facing him fully. His cock rests on my soft belly, and without breaking eye contact, I lower myself to my knees. “I need you in my mouth.”
“I’m yours,” is all he says, all he has to say. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting his precum already waiting for me, and I rub my thighs together seeking any kind of friction. Wrapping my hand around him, I pump his thick length as I hollow out my cheeks.
“Dove, you’re perfect,” he groans, sliding his fingers into my wet hair and tightening them into a delicious grip. He bucks into me, and it urges me forward, bobbing my head on his dick as he bumps the back of my throat. “You keep that up, baby, and I’m going to come down your throat.”
I pull away long enough to catch my breath. ”Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” Taking him back into my mouth, I take him deeper until he bumps the back of my throat.
He pumps into my mouth, delicious and deliberate thrusts. If I wasn’t already soaked for him, I would be now.“Fuck, Paloma.”He shudders but continues his pace. Just when I need to take in a breath, he pulls free and lifts me into his arms. Clint spins me and uses his body to press mine into the cool glass. His hands find my breasts, he kneads them, then pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers. Tingles race down my back, and I arch into him, needing to feel more of his hardness behindme.
He trails one of his hands higher and wraps his fingers around my neck in a necklace, squeezing the sides gently before tipping my head back and devouring my lips with his. His tongue caresses mine, and I’m lost to the feeling, to him. I whimper under his hold, needing to feel so much more of him. Those three little words dance on my tongue, but I bite them back. They go willingly as Clint moves his strong hands to grip my waist.
Tapping the top of my thigh, he instructs, “Put your leg on the bench, baby.” His directions are clear, and I follow them quickly. My ass pushes into him as I do, and his fingers are ready as they trail over my curves and into my aching sex, sliding into my pussy and circling my clit at an agonizing pace. He moans behind me, “You are so fucking wet.”
Clint curls his fingers inside, finding my G-spot as he flicks his fingers repeatedly. I want so badly to tell him to fuck me—it's been so long I can't remember what he feels like inside of me. I could never forget how he would ring orgasms from my body and still somehow manage to take care of me in every way.
“Paloma, I need to know if you’re on birth control and if you want me to get a condom because I can.” He pulls at my nipple, and I cry out, consumed with how every inch of him is pressed against me. How good the weight of his body feels.
“No.” The word is quick as I’m unable to hide the urgency in my voice. “I don't want anything between us. I’m in the clear, and I get the shot every three months. I’m not due for two more. I just want you, papi, please. Need y—”
Before I can utter my next words, he grabs my waist, fingers digging into my belly and slides into me in one smooth stroke. This isn’t hard and fast, no, he takes his time as he almost completely pulls out of me,and in the next second fills me to the hilt. His thrusts make my eyes roll back, and I shudder as I moan, “Oh, Clint. So so good.” He does it again and again until I’m calling out his name.
My body lights up like a fireworks show, and it feels as if it hasn't been seven years, as if it has always been him and me. He thrusts into me again, and my mouth drops open as he adjusts his angle, hitting a new spot and making my body shiver right down to my toes. His rough hands grip my hips, and his firmness mixed with his slow strokes shuttles me over the edge.
His velvet voice is more growl as he leans down, whispering against the shell of my ear, “So fucking stunning and all”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“mine.” On the last word, he pistons into me. Even the heavy pour of the water can’t mute the slapping of our skin as he pounds into me. Another orgasm is already building.What the fuck?
“I’m going to ring one more orgasm from this perfect fucking body of yours, then you are going to let me clean us up so I can feed you.”
“Yes, yes, Clinton. I want that.”
“I know you do, Dove.” My jaw slackens as he uses my hips as leverage and plunges deeper into me, hitting that perfect spot as he does. “You feel so fucking tight, so mine, Dove.” Clinton’s dirty talk has goose bumps rising over my skin. “Touch your clit for me...show me how much you want to come.” Sliding my hand down my body, I find my sensitive center and pinch my clit between my fingers, slowly rubbing my hand up and down. The pressure from my fingers and Clinton pounding into me is almost too much, but it feels far too good to stop.
“Clinton,” I whimper, not sure of what I need but knowing that my release is building.
“Let go, baby, I’ve got you,” he groans. “You’re so perfect.Taking me so well.”
