A whine escapes from the back of my throat. “Clara…” I whisper, twisting to make her hand move where I need it. “Please.”
“Okay.” She nods against the side of my cheek. Her thumb nail scrapes across my flesh in the most sensational way until she reaches pubic hair and briefly pauses. “I like this too.” She smiles, petting the coarse hair.
“You’re killing me.” I laugh without joy, tugging her to my mouth, knowing that will make her hand drop just a little. It does. And it’s like Clara suddenly remembers that shetoohas a vagina, because she doesexactlythe right thing.
“This?” she asks, spreading wetness up to my most sensitive spot with one finger.
“Mmm” I hum, voice pitching up and tensing. “Yes.” I breathe out as she starts making slow, delicate circles. “Harder, though.”
She does as told, and my back arches off the bed.
“Wow,” she whispers, igniting a fire in my belly. “Wow,” she says again, more reverently, before she dives to kiss my mouth and adds another finger, pinching my clit between them.
“Clara,” I gasp. “Clara, that’s so fucking good.”
I kiss her just once before she shocks us both, based on her wide-eyed expression near horror. She’s got those two same fingers between her lips, sucking my taste into her mouth.
She blinks rapidly three times, her hand falling between us. “Wow.”
“You keep saying that,” I tease.
“Can I?” She licks her lips, her hooded eyes watching me intently after flicking down the bed to my parted legs.
“Yes.”
She’s moving down the bed so quickly it’s hardnotto giggle at her eagerness.
And this woman thought she was straight less than a week ago.
Clara starts slow again, fingering me in the most teasing, most delicious way that has my breath coming in short and praises slipping off my tongue effortlessly. It’s mindless and perfect but not enough to actually come.
Then, she kisses that same spot below my hip she admitted to loving earlier. Her teeth skate towards my thigh. Then, lingering kisses just above my pubic hair before her hands both move to my knees, pushing them apart as she gets comfortable between them.
“Wow.” I hear her say again, barely above a whisper, just before she’s pressed up against my pussy. Her mouth, nose, and tongue, all active participants.
“Clara,” I moan out, grabbing hold of the sheet with a fist and instinctively sitting up to watch. “That’s perfect, honey.” I reach and hold her golden hair in my fist. Fuck, this isClara Spencer.My never-to-be crush. My dream girl. Eating me out like she’s never tasted something quite as good. I get a little prideful at that, pulling on her hair as if to saymine.
She’s so fucking good at this. I’d be a little mad if I wasn’t the beneficiary of her natural skill. Jealous that she picked up yet another thing so easily.
A deep moan crawls up my throat as she makes a sound like slurping against me. She’s really enjoying this. Enjoyingme.That thought alone has my toes curling and fists tightening as she leads me expertly over the edge into oblivion with her tongue pressing in languid circles.
She doesn’t stop until I’m screaming her name, over and over. Begging like I’ve never begged before for her to stop—or keep going—in torturous cycle.
Chapter Fourteen
Clara
December 2nd
Three blissful days of flirting via text, watching reality TV, working, and remembering to eat between make-out sessions later—it’s the gallery’s winter open. And while I’d love to pretend I’m some sort of method-actress, committed to this part she accidentally auditioned for, pretending to be Evan’s girlfriend isn’t pretending at all anymore.
It’s actually the easiest role I’ve ever taken on.
New revelations that I’ve had in the past seventy-two hours include, but are not limited to, the thirteenth season ofThe Bacheloretteis far better than the rest, Evan loves my tits alot, and I’m actually quite good at eating out women. Ev told me I have anaturalgift. I was pretty content with that review. Though, I don’t think there’s any way she enjoyed it more than I enjoyed doing it for the first time. Or the second, or the third… or the fourth.
It’s quickly become my absolute favourite thing in the world.
After tonight, the focus will be on getting Evan through the hellish experience of her ex-fiance’s holiday party next week. Then, itshouldbe relatively smooth sailing until I leave for my parents’ house. But even though I can’t wait to see them both, and fulfil our Spencer holiday traditions, I’m already dreading leaving Evan for the holidays.
