Chapter 17 Finally
FINALLY
MATS
WE WALK TO MY HOUSE. WE’RE HOLDING HANDS, AND CLEO IS PRACTICALLY DRAGGING ME ALONG.
Someone’s eager, I tease.
No shit. She rolls her eyes. I was patient, like I promised, but now that it’s go time, I’m ready to rock and roll. And you better have condoms.
I laugh. It’s true that I’ve been taking things slowly. I like spending time with Cleo doing regular stuff. I also suspect that she hasn’t gotten a lot of consideration from her past boyfriends, so I like to do nice things for her. But a good fuck can be a nice thing too.
When we walk into the house, Ethan is the only one in the living room. He has his laptop open and the TV on.
Hey. We nod at each other. He nods at Cleo as well but doesn’t make a big deal about her being here. My roommates are very relaxed about having girlfriends over. Except Bergy, but he’s not around.
We head upstairs and into my room. When I shut the door, the first thing she says is, Does Ethan have a girlfriend?
I put my hand over my heart. Ouch, Cleo. Have you just been using me to get closer to my roommate?
Her eyes widen. Oh, fuck no. Not me. I don’t find him attractive at all. It’s actually Becks—ah, shit, I should not have told you that. Don’t tell him, okay?
Again, I can’t help laughing at Cleo’s natural goofiness. She’s so refreshing.
She does a circuit around my room, checking out the mid-century modern desk, the crowded bookshelves, and a photo from a mountain hike that I enlarged and framed, then sits down at the end of my bed. It’s really nice in here. Of course.
I sit down and rest my hand behind her. You don’t sound happy about that.
She sighs. Sometimes it feels like we’re too opposite. And you’ve got all the good qualities.
That’s nuts. There are so many things about you that I admire. I lean in to kiss the back of her neck. And I think I’m going to discover some more very soon.
Really? She leans against my shoulder. Tell me something you like about my body.
Your nipples. They’re so pink and pretty. Cleo’s breasts are spectacular, but her nipples are pornographic perfection. I’ve been obsessing about them, and even that visual memory stirs my cock.
She sighs happily. I tug gently on her braid.
Can you undo your hair?
Sure. She reaches back and pulls off the tiny hair elastics at the top and bottom of her braid, then unwinds it and fluffs it out with her fingers. The loose blonde waves remind me of that first night when we shared a bed.
Do you want me to wear my hair loose more often? She feigns nonchalance, but I detect insecurity in her voice.
I bury my face in her hair, inhale her clean fragrance, and feel the silky texture. I don’t want you to change in any way. I enjoy having a version of you that only I get to see.
Mmm, that’s so sweet.
I scoot back on the bed until I’m leaning against the headboard. Cleo crawls after me and straddles my lap. She slowly grinds against my erection with half-closed eyes.
I unbutton her shirt and peel it off to reveal a navy bra. The satiny cups lift her breasts, creating an inviting cleavage. I kiss the slope of her breasts and lick the hollow between them as Cleo groans and throws her head back. I reach around to unhook her bra, and she quickly sheds it.
And now I get another look at her amazing tits. Her puffy pink nipples call out to be sucked. Hard. There’s something about the innocent, generous way that Cleo offers up her body that stirs something darker in me—nothing I would ever ask for, though.
So pretty. I cup her breasts in my hands.
She smiles down at me. You’re really into breasts, aren’t you?
I’m into all of you. As we’re going to find out soon. Still, I can’t resist those nipples. I fasten my mouth to one and swirl my tongue around until it hardens, then I suck with more force. I palm her other breast, enjoying the soft fullness against my palm.
Cleo moans and twists her fingers through my hair, pulling my head closer.
I switch to her other nipple, enjoying how quickly her body responds to my mouth. When I look up at her, she’s biting her lip and watching me hazily. Her pretty nipples are almost impossibly erect, one still wet and shiny with my saliva.
I move her off me and unzip her pants, pulling them off along with her socks. Then there’s only a pair of satiny briefs between me and paradise. I quickly pull them off too.
Of course, she’s lovely down here as well.
I run my hands along her belly and then her thighs with gentle strokes.
Finally, I spread her legs wide. I caress her inner thighs and take in her plump, pink folds.
Cleo is straight out of my fantasies. She’s curvy in all the right places, her skin is so soft, and she’s extremely responsive.
You were made for this. Made for fucking, I growl.
All I want is your cock deep inside me, she breathes. I groan when she reaches out and squeezes my erection through my jeans, and she smiles in satisfaction. So, you need to get undressed too.
She sits up to watch as I stand and pull off my clothes and put them on a chair. I peel off my boxer briefs last, and Cleo watches me hungrily.
Finally, I get to see your cock. And… wow.
She crawls to the edge of the bed where I’m standing, then takes my cock in her hands and strokes.
My breath hitches at her warm, gentle touch.
She slides down to kneel on the floor in front of me and grasps my hips.
Cleo looks up into my eyes as she takes me into her mouth and envelops me in warm, slick wetness.
I can feel my cock growing even harder as she sucks more of me inside.
Fuck, I moan, as my eyes roll back in pleasure.
Cleo sits back on her heels and starts rocking her whole body back and forth as she takes more and more of my cock into her mouth.
It seems impossible that she can deep-throat me this way, but it’s fucking happening.
Looking down, I can see all of her: her wild blonde hair, her jiggling breasts, and her pretty mouth stuffed full of my cock as she sucks enthusiastically.
The sight is almost as mind-blowing as the sensation.
For a moment, I hesitate. Is it too selfish to come now? It feels so fucking good. I rationalize that I’ll be able to go longer when I actually fuck her, but what I really want is to get off this way.
I’m gonna come, I warn hoarsely.
She pulls off my cock and looks up at me. I want you to. I want to taste all of you.
I inhale sharply. Well, that’s pretty fucking hot.
Her grip on my hips tightens as she takes me back into her hot, wet mouth and resumes licking, sucking, and bathing my cock in warm, slippery suction.
I relax into the sensation and let myself feel everything.
When she reaches out and scrapes her fingernails gently across my balls, that sends me over and I explode with pleasure.
Cleo works me through it, then slows, and finally my cock slips out of her mouth.
Knees weak, I collapse onto the bed. She curls up next to me.
I pull her in close and kiss the top of her head. Let me just catch my breath here. Because that was incredible.
Was it? I tried to challenge myself to take in as much of you as I could, she brags.
I crack up, and for a moment, can’t stop laughing. Only Cleo would turn sex into a physical challenge. Once I calm down, I squeeze her tight.
Is that what makes hockey players so good in bed? The ability to push our bodies to the limit? I ask.
We do know how to hold the stick, she jokes.
And hit the five-hole.
We both start snickering. I cannot remember laughing this much during sex, ever.
Of course I enjoy sex, but there’s an inherent anxiety about my performance, vulnerability, and my partner’s enjoyment.
But with Cleo, everything feels honest and open—like if I fuck up, we’ll just laugh it off and start over. And that’s something miraculous.
All the more reason to make sure that Cleo enjoys herself now. I kiss her neck, then make my way down her body until I’m situated between her legs. I caress her soft skin and firm, muscular thighs. Cleo sighs happily.
Finally, I ease open her thighs and kiss her right on her centre. Her back arches, and I tease around her clit with the tip of my tongue until Cleo reaches down and spreads herself open.
Lick my clit, she begs.
So, I do. I lap and suck at her little button until I feel it swell. When I pull harder, the suction sends tremors through her body.
Oh god, yes, she moans softly. Cleo in the bedroom is surprisingly quiet.
It’s like she’s holding everything in so she can experience the full intensity.
I go at her again, licking and tasting her saltiness.
She writhes and twists until I have to bring my hands up to pin her hips in place, just so I can keep working her.
I sense the moment she starts rising towards her climax, and I hum against her as her entire body tenses and clenches.
She gasps out a soft fuck, then groans with satisfaction.
After a moment, I sit up, reach into my bedside drawer to snag a condom, then roll it down my stiff cock and crawl across the bed to her. Then I lift her hips and flip her onto all fours.
Oh boy, doggy? she asks.
We’ll start in doggy. Because after coming once, I feel like Superman.
Cleo has an incredible ass, with toned, rounded cheeks.
I drag my hand over her soft, pale skin and she quivers under my touch before parting herself for me.
For a second, I’m dazed by the sight of her wet, welcoming pussy, but then I lift my cock and ease inside her slowly.
She’s so slick inside, and when she flexes around me as I bottom out, it’s fucking bliss.
I slowly pull back, then start to plunge my aching cock in and out, while Cleo meets my every thrust. She arches her back, her hair flying and the glow of exertion blooming on her skin.
Fuck, it’s so good, she groans brokenly.