CHAPTER NINE
Clem
She loved me.
And I adored her, had loved her for years, while I watched my brother—who I loved more than life as well—be hers.
Now…she was mine, and I intended to prove to her how happy we could be together.
I slid my hand down the outside of her thighs as she opened her legs like my good girl. I kissed my way down her inner thigh, feeling as she tensed the closer I got to her beautiful pink lips.
Moving into a comfortable position between her thighs, I pushed the backs of her thighs up and out so I could open her pussy up. Glistening, swollen lips greeted me before I flattened my tongue and licked from hole to clit.
“Mmmm fucking perfect,” I groaned as I licked my lips before I plunged my tongue into her. Amity groaned and bucked her hips up to my mouth, crushing my nose against her clit. She cried out, her hands moving to my hair, to guide me where she needed me most.
I moaned against her clit causing her to arch up off the bed, her hips meeting my face, smothering me in her fucking delicious arousal. I lapped at her eagerly, like a puppy to milk.
“Fuck, Clem!” she cried out, her nails digging into my scalp, and a delicious ripple shot through my body at the slight sting. I pushed her thighs up higher, so she was almost bent in half and I lapped at her clit hungrily.
“Hold them,” I ordered her. She slid her hands behind her knees and I opened her folds open before I slid two fingers into her core, while I sucked her clit into my mouth.
Her pussy squeezed the fuck out of my fingers as I slid them into her, my own pussy throbbing at the feel and taste of my woman.
My woman.
I could die happy listening to her cries of ecstasy.
“Clem!” she cried out, just as I felt her pussy squeeze my fingers tight and her hips buck wildly.
I felt her come on my tongue, lapping at her sweet juices until she was twitching on the bed, her thighs coming down beside my head.
Moving my way up her body, I languish her body with kisses before I take her mouth with mine.
Amity moaned into my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue and sending pulses down to my aching pussy.
“Be my good girl, Amity,” I moaned against her mouth. “Wait here. I got something for you.”
She moaned her reply, too blissed out from her orgasm, as I jumped up and opened my bottom drawer and grabbed what I needed before I blew out the candle.
“Clem?”
“Lay back,” I ordered. “Keep those legs open for me.”
It was dark in here, and my eyes hadn’t fully adjusted to the new darkness, but I knew where the bed was and I carefully got back on, before I positioned myself beside her, running my fingers over her sweat glistened body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Amity. Your body is a fucking dream, and those cries of pleasure? Fuck me. I could come just from hearing you.”
“Clem…”
It was a moan, a begging moan and I fucking loved how she was turning into a whimpering mess for me.
“Trust me, baby, I’m going to take good care of you. I promise.”
She moaned, her body moving up and down, writhing on my blankets. A state I’d have her in every goddamn night from now on if I had my way.
I twisted the knob at the end of the toy and a hum filled the air around us. Amity stilled, her body tensing. “Clem?”
“You’re going to take this vibrator, baby, and you’re going to come all over it like my good girl, aren’t you?”
She whimpered as I traced the buzzing silicone phallus over her inner thighs, moving it up and down slowly, against her bucking hips.
“Oh god, I can’t come again.”
“You can,” I said, sternly. “And you will.”
I slid the tip of the vibrator over her swollen pussy lips, holding it down over her clit as Amity started to buck. I knew she’d be oversensitive by now, but I needed to hear her fall apart. I was addicted to it.
After wanting her for four years, I needed to hear it.
“Clem, please…”
I slid the vibrator down to her entrance, and I pushed the tip in, moving it back and forth, over and over, just an inch of it.
She was bucking wildly, trying to push herself down on it.
Fuck me, I wanted to see her impale herself on a strap on I was wearing so bad, to ride me like I was a bucking bronco, and we would.
We’d explore every fucking little thing we both wanted and more.
Moving it a little deeper, I felt her cry out, the vibrator’s buzz dimming as it entered her more. Amity screamed, her hands moving to the pillow under her head and to my hand.
“You can take it,” I told her, my mouth next to her ear. Taking her earlobe between my teeth, I gave her ear a tug before I kissed down her jaw, moving the vibrator in the same rhythm as my kisses. “That’s it, look how well you’re taking this vibrator, baby. Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
“Fuck, Clem,” she moaned. “Harder.”
“Say please.”
I slowed down my movements, the vibrator teetering on the rim of her hole. “Clem…”
“Uh-uh, don’t make me punish you.”
“Please, please,” she said, desperately. “Please, I need it.”
I claimed her mouth with mine, at the same time I shoved the vibrator in harder for her, swallowing her cries as I deepened the kiss, and I slammed the vibrator back in.
“Fuck!” she pushed her head back into the pillows, breaking the kiss, just as her orgasm hit her, the vibrator being pulled into her through the intense muscle spasms. I made small movements with the vibrator, turning the vibe speed up just as her orgasm crested and pulling a bone-rattling scream from her before she fell back against the bed, writhing to rid herself of the vibrator causing havoc on her system.
I turned it off and pulled it from her. She mewled at me as I did, and pulled the blanket over her as her eyes drifted closed.
“My fucking angel,” I said, placing kisses over her jaw and smoothing her hair back from her sweaty brow. “Sleep now.”
It didn’t take much for her to start a soft whimper that I recognised as the sound she made when she was in a deep slumber.
Tomorrow.
We would talk.
About our future.
About our forever.