Chapter 60 – Thomas
Chapter Sixty
Thomas
I drop to my knees in front of her, giving her the power to push me off and shove me away if for any reason she were to decide she doesn’t want me.
She gawks at me with confusion at first until I press my hands to her hips.
I cup her soft hips in my palms and pull her towards me to kiss the base of her stomach, right beneath her belly button.
Clover sucks in air slowly, her stomach sinking away from my lips. I absolutely don’t want her to run away from me. I need her close. My fingers sink into her hips and I pull her against me, kissing her stomach again.
“You smell delicious,” I murmur. My mouth waters as I kiss her stomach and I want to put my fingers between her legs and touch her.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says.
“What?”
I pull my head away from her stomach and give her a confused look. She can’t be serious, can she?
“Nobody’s done this with you?”
I push her shirt up and kiss above her belly button as she sucks in her stomach again. I love her tummy. It’s pretty and cute, just like her.
“No,” she says. “Why would some guy waste time eating me out when he can get his nut without it?”
She’s so blunt and so cold about relationships. I wonder what made her so cynical about sex. I love that she’s a challenge, a warm brown puzzle for me to solve. I run my hands over her hips and run my tongue over her skin for the first time. She shudders.
“Because,” I whisper. “It’s fun.”
“How is it fun?”
I slowly ease Clover’s sweatpants over her hips.
How isn’t it fun? I push her back up against her bed and slide those sweatpants off all the way.
Her underwear sticks to her thighs and my cock stiffens all the way just from watching the curve of her thighs and the mound beneath it.
She wears caramel-colored underwear that I desperately want to remove.
“It’s fun because when you like a girl, you want to get to know her. You want to know what makes her squeal. You want to know what makes her cum…”
Clover shoves her fingers through my hair and pushes my head away.
“Thomas, stop,” She says urgently.
“What’s wrong?”
“You can’t… I’m not going to cum.”
I chuckle. “Okay. I think I can handle making you cum.”
“You don’t understand,” Clover says seriously, with a frustrated and huffy little tone. “I can’t have orgasms. I’m like… broken that way.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not a liar!”
Okay, if I don’t tread carefully, I sense I’ll earn myself another slap.
“Hey fighter,” I murmur. “I’m not going to treat you like other guys.”
“Right. You’re going to crawl into my bed and force your dick against my butt.”
Fuck, I wish I could do that now. I have to fight my darker urges with her. I have to be the man I want to be if I ever want to be happy. Our urges don’t matter, it’s what we act on that matters.
“No,” I whisper. “I’m going to fuck your cunt with my tongue until you scream.”
“Thomas…” she says sternly. I don’t care. I want to taste her so badly and there’s no chance in hell of me properly fighting this primal instinct.
I hook my thumbs into her underwear and slowly peel them away from her thighs. Clover leans back against her bed as I expose her mound and her bum. I want to squeeze those gorgeous cheeks, but I have to get her underwear off first before I indulge any of my desires with Clover’s body.
Once she’s naked, Clover gets quiet, nervous and her thighs squeeze together. I kiss the lower part of her stomach again and her grasp on my hair tightens.
“Don’t be nervous,” I whisper. “You look and smell delicious. I can’t wait.”
“For what?”
“To taste you, obviously. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”
I kiss my way down her stomach, all the way to the top of her mound.
“I won’t stop until you cum,” I whisper, spreading her lower lips with my fingers and sliding my tongue between Clover’s legs.
Holy fuck, she’s wet. Clover’s inner lips are soaked with clear juices and my tongue comes away with her essence.
It feels like taking a drug. The rush surges through me and my tongue instinctively flattens along her inner folds.
Clover squirms in my grasp, but I won’t let her move as I slide my tongue over her clit.
She whimpers as my tongue touches her hardened button and I roll my tongue in slow circles around it until her nervous thighs part and allow her juices to drip out of her beautiful tightness.
My cock wants to explode. I could cum just from licking her and I have to force myself to focus on delivering her pleasure first.
I want her soaked tonight. I can satisfy myself later. Clover Robinson is worth taking it slow. She’s worth assuring myself I can handle myself around her. I push too fast, I’ll hurt her. If I don’t take things slow with her, I’ll ruin everything.
Not with her. I like her enough not to ruin things. I like her enough to risk letting her know how fucking hard I love when I love a woman.
I run my tongue over the length of her inner lips and then return my attention to her clit.
Her breathing slows and I sense her getting closer.
I hoist one of her thighs over my shoulder and bury my face between her legs to run my tongue over every inch of her wetness.
I suck on her lower lips before returning to circle my tongue around her clit.
I want her to cum so I kiss her lower lips like I’m making love to her.
Her knees buckle as she moans and I grasp her thighs to pull her closer and wrap my lips around her clit until Clover leans back, pressing her weight into her elbow. She shudders and lets out a moan as her juices gush from between her thighs in an intense climax.
Clover attempts to move her thighs from my shoulder, but I keep her pinned there firmly and move my face away from her wetness, kissing her inner thighs as she squirms.
“How… did you do that?”
“I listened to your body,” I whisper. “That’s all I want to do tonight.”
Clover shudders, but she wriggles away successfully.
“I can’t go further,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You don’t owe me your body, Clover.”
“I know that,” she says, trying her best to be feisty, but soft and calm anyway. “I just find it hard to believe that a really hot guy can do this without expecting anything in return.”
“Is every other man you know a bloody animal?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
“I suppose I am too. That’s why we should take it slow, yeah? If I mean it. If I really care about you… I’ll wait as long as you want me to.”
“You would wait a whole ninety days to have sex with me?”
“I would wait as long as you needed me to wait. I want you, Clover. I really, properly want you.”
Clover gawks at me and I can’t tell if she’s going to say something real or something sassy that covers up her true feelings. She doesn’t have time to formulate a sentence because her phone rings on the bed. We both can’t help but glance over at it.
“It’s Kit,” she says. “Why the hell is Kit calling me?”
They hooked up. I feel a pang of jealousy, but it melts away when I see Clover’s face contort in pain.
“Bring her over,” Clover says, her voice shaking. “Now, Kit.”
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