Fuck. You’re always going to be better at words than me, so I’ll just keep saying ditto.
We both laugh. This is Cleo at her most beautiful: funny, spirited, and as pure as fresh snow.
I lean forward and kiss her, tasting her sweet mouth. Oh, I missed this. She kisses me back, then nips at my lower lip.
I lean my forehead against hers. As good as this feels, I don’t want to get too excited right now when there’s no outlet. Now that we’re back together, we have time. Shall we go to the pub now?
With half-closed eyes, she smiles and grabs the front of my dress shirt. You know, I’ve always wanted to do it at the arena.
Here? This room is hardly inviting. The folding chairs would probably break under our combined weight, and the rubber mats on the concrete floor look like a health hazard. Wouldn’t you prefer a bed?
Beds are for the weak, scoffs Cleo. She runs her hands over my thighs. A guy with quads like these could fuck me standing up.
Maybe, but Cleo is a pretty big girl. I can’t imagine holding her up the whole time.
I don’t know, I hedge.
Please, Mats? I have a whole fantasy in mind—and it’s hot.
The low, sensual promise in her voice convinces me. I never know what Cleo will dream up next.
Let’s do it, then, I agree.
She flashes me a dirty grin. Okay, let me get ready. She starts shedding clothes, quickly as usual. But when I start to unbutton my shirt, she grabs my wrist. No, just me. You stay dressed.
When she undoes her bra, I can’t help but reach out to hold a pillowy breast in each hand, gently squeezing her softness. I trace my fingertip around those fat nipples.
God, that already feels so good, she murmurs as she sheds her pants and thong, leaving her only in short boots. Somehow the contrast of the heavy black footwear makes her look even more naked, her flesh pale and vulnerable.
She circles her arms around my neck. Press me up against the wall. Treat me rough. Fuck me hard. That’s what I really want. There’s a hunger in Cleo’s eyes I’ve never seen before, a molten desire.
I hesitate, worried that what she wants is some kind of penance for every issue we’ve been through. I don’t want to shame her fantasy, but I ask, Are you sure?
She steps even closer, and the feel of her naked body against my clothed one is fast overcoming my scruples. Her face tilts up so she can speak softly into my ear. Yes. You’re the only person I’d ask. I know you respect me.
I nod, my throat too dry to answer. Trust can uncork all our deepest fantasies. And dominating Cleo is a fantasy that I’d never ask for, even as the idea unleashes something dark and fiery within me.
I lift her, cupping her bare ass in my hands as Cleo wraps her legs around my waist. I walk us over to the wall and push her up against it, sloppily kissing her open mouth, then her throat as she gasps.
Offer those tits up to me, I command, and she reacts with a delighted moan. With one hand clinging to my neck, she raises her breasts with the other. I duck my head down and suck hard, working one of her amazing nipples into a stiff point. Then I bring my mouth to the other as Cleo cries out.
I lower her feet to the ground and press her bare shoulders against the cold cinderblock wall. She looks so hot right now, her nipples stiff and a faint glisten of desire between her legs.
Did you do this? I point to the shiny wetness on my suit pants where she was wide open against me a moment ago.
Cleo’s eyes widen and she nods.
Then fix it. Get on your knees and clean me off, I command coldly. I don’t even know where this shit is coming from, but right now it feels like I could do or say anything. We’re totally free.
She obediently drops to her knees before me and starts to lick at my pants. My cock is practically bursting through the zipper to get to her mouth, so I unzip and yank down my boxer briefs. Cleo opens her mouth and takes me in, slicking my cock with her saliva and then jerking the base with her hands.
She looks up at me, her eyes liquid with desire and her mouth full of cock, and asks a barely intelligible question: More?
I nod, since words fail me right now. The blood in my brain is rushing down to my cock.
She tilts her head back and somehow takes even more of me inside. She’s fucking deep-throating me again. My head drops back and I groan. My beautiful Cleo is a fantasy come true.
I revel in the sensations, but this time, I don’t want to come, so I finally cradle her face in my hands and ease her away. I raise her up and she stands shakily. Her whole body is taut with need.
