5. Chapter 5 - Clint
Clint
I try to angle my cock away from Mimi, but skin to skin contact is the fastest way to warm up, so I simply give in, pulling her as close as possible as I continue to harden against her luscious thigh.
The view of her bare ass as she climbed into the tent is permanently cemented in my brain, and my cock wants me to do something about it. Now.
And yet, we are both freezing. Honestly, I should be proud of my cock's gumption, considering cold weather does not usually work in our favor.
Mimi sighs deeply, burrowing into me as she seeks out my body heat. I close my eyes, breathing in her scent, a mix of mountain air, soft citrus, and something I can't quite place. A something I suspect is unique to her.
"Tell me about your t-tattoo," Mimi says, her teeth already chattering less than they were a few minutes ago.
I clear my throat. "My brother and I got matching ones when I turned twenty-one." I move my arms down and wrap them around Mimi's waist, and her little sigh makes my cock jump.
"Is it a deer?" Mimi asks, her forefinger tracing the design on my upper bicep.
"A reindeer," I grind out tightly. Her touch has me so wound up, I'm afraid I'm going to leak pre-cum on her thigh. "My family owns a petting farm on the other side of the mountain."
"Oh my god! You're a real-life Kristoff! Like from Frozen ." Her eyes dance, and I grin.
"Something like that," I murmur, bringing my cheek to her temple and pulling her closer.
"Your legs are freezing," Mimi murmurs. Her breath is steadier now, and her stutter from the cold is almost gone. She splays her soft hand against my thigh and rubs up and down slowly. I almost come. I groan softly, racking my brain for a distraction.
"Have you had your epiphany yet?" I blurt out, regretting it immediately. Bringing up her recently deceased mom, even tangentially is not my smartest moment. In my defense, all the blood flow usually reserved for my brain is currently being diverted south.
Luckily, instead of offending her, she chuckles softly. "I'm not sure. Maybe Mama wanted me to realize camping is not for me. If that's the case, then yes. I've had my epiphany."
I grunt, "Good. Please don't go camping alone ever again."
Mimi pulls back, patting my chest. "But then I wouldn't have met you, Mystery Man." She grins. Usually something that sweet and thoughtful makes me squirm, but when Mimi says it, I have to hold myself back from kissing her silly.
"Where's your dad? Is he in the picture?" I ask, desperate to know everything I can about her.
She lifts her shoulders delicately in a shrug as she shakes her head. "Stuck around long enough to insist I be named after his great-grandmother, Miriam. Mama never heard from him again."
I clench my jaw. Some people have no right to procreate. The idea of Mimi growing up without a father when that sperm donor had another choice is infuriating.
Mimi smiles and snuggles against my chest, when I tense up around her. "It's okay. Mama only ever called me Mimi, and I've decided to take my future husband's last name some day. I'll change my first name permanently too."
She sounds pleased with the idea. And yet the thought that Mimi might take another man's name makes me physically nauseous.
"You said you were testing camping equipment. Is that for the reindeer farm?" Mimi asks.
I snort. "No. The reindeer are expert campers." Mimi laughs too, and the sound shoots through my body like a little electric current. Is there anything about this woman that isn't sexy? I clear my throat. "I live in the city. I work for Billings Corp. in research and design."
"I live in the city too. I'm a costume designer. Do you visit your family a lot, Clint? They must miss you."
Sadness falls around me like a heavy blanket.
"I haven't been home in a few years." Mimi lifts her head in surprise, and I shrug.
"I love my family. I'm close to my brother and sister, my mom and dad.
We text a lot. But my siblings have kids and homes.
I like my job. Living in the city, I thought I'd find.
.." I trail off before finishing my thought.
I shake my head. "Sometimes it's easier to stay away. "
Mimi nods thoughtfully, watching me for a few long moments. "You should make time to go home anyway, Clint. Life can change in a split second, and you'll never regret making time for family."
"I'm sorry about your mom, Mimi." I hug her close, and she shivers. "Are you warming up?"
"Yes," she squeaks, and I'm worried she's suddenly realized what's poking her in the thigh.
"Uh, I can give you more space, if you're warm enough." I don't want to scare her, but I also can't control my body's reaction around her. It's like my cock is trying to claim her.
"No!" Mimi says quickly. "I'm not warm enough." She pulls back, watching me as she continues to rub her hand up and down my thigh.
Involuntarily, I close my eyes as she nears my upper thigh, and my cock jumps against her again.
I open them, embarrassed and ready to move, despite her protests, but Mimi refuses to break eye contact with me.
Her tongue darts out, licking her soft lips, and then, instead of going back down my thigh, her hand continues slowly moving across my lower stomach.
I breathe heavier, watching Mimi. She doesn't break eye contact, lightly scratching her long nails into the hair at the base of my cock. When her hand finds my hardened length, she lets out a breath and grips me tightly.
"Oh fuck," I moan, letting my forehead fall to hers as she runs her hand up and down my cock.
"Like velvet over steel," Mimi murmurs and then blushes when I open my eyes and grin at her. "I read that in a book. But it's true." She pumps me once, twice, tentatively, and then whispers, "Tell me what to do."
I pull back and stare at Mimi. "Are you a virgin, Mimi?
" She blushes, nodding as she watches for my reaction.
I cup her face with my large hand, and she nuzzles into it.
"We don't have to do anything, Mimi." Her face falls, and she pulls her hand away from me.
"No, no! I want to. You can feel how much I want to.
" Mimi grins wickedly, and I grunt when her hand grips my cock again.
"But we can do a lot without doing it all. I don't want to rush you or push you."
Then she kisses me. Her soft, pillowy lips press against mine. Her tongue licks at the seam of my lips, and I open for her, tasting her for the first time. I know I will never crave anyone as much I do her. Despite what I just said to her about going slow, I desperately need to fuck her. Now.
I kiss her hard, invading her mouth with my tongue as I try to demonstrate what I want to do to her wet pussy. I kiss up and down her neck and then back to her mouth. I want to possess her. Claim her. Make her mine.
Pulling away, she stares at me, panting hard. Her lips are swollen, her hair mussed, and my heart swells. She murmurs, "Mission cherry pie," and before I can ask what she means, she's kissing me again. Our tongues clash, a desperate claiming happening on both sides.
I bring my fingers between her legs, and she sucks in a sharp breath and then moans when I touch her for the first time.
The slick arousal I find there is a little gift.
I push her back and lay over her, but try not to crush her with my weight.
I pull her tight shirt off, and her ample breasts fall free.
I pinch one hard nipple and then lave at it with my tongue.
"Oooohhh, Clint." Mimi moans as I move back and forth between her nipples, squeezing and caressing her breasts.
Her thighs close around my hand, and I edge them open.
Her fingers run up and down my back, and she loops one leg around my waist, opening herself up to me.
I kiss her neck, then pull back to watch her as my fingers circle her clit.
She closes her eyes, writhing under me as I play with her body.
"Oh god, yes, yes!" Mimi wails as I circle her tiny nub. She grabs my wrist when I pull away.
"Give me a second. I need to taste you." Mimi whimpers. I settle between her legs and cover her stomach with the blanket to keep her warm. I'm eye level with her glistening folds, and my cock is uncomfortably hard, furious that I'm keeping us from the place we are going to call home from now on.
I lick my lips and then bury my face between her thighs.
Mimi bucks against me, yelling gibberish as I lick at her seam.
Thrusting my tongue into her opening, she rides my face, trying to get relief from the flood of sensations pummeling her body.
I find her tight bud and flick lightly, applying pressure as I make circles in a steady rhythm.
Once she's panting and writhing, I use my finger and pump into her slick, hot opening. She's so fucking tight.
A virgin. Never been touched . It's never been a fantasy of mine, but now—knowing I'm her first—I want to make it incredible for her.
"Baby," I murmur against her wet pussy. "I need to stretch you out so you can take me, okay?"
"Yes," Mimi pants, pulling at my hair. She bucks against me and yells my name over and over, as I insert two fingers. I pump into her quickly, stretching her as I lick her clit. Her walls throb around me, and I bring in a third finger, sucking her clit to mitigate any pain.
As I pump into her tight channel, I circle and suck, and then she stills. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" Mimi chants over and over as she explodes on my fingers. I lick her through the orgasm, pulsing my fingers in and out to prolong her pleasure.
"Oh. My. God." Mimi jumps as I kiss up her stomach, and I grin.
I kiss her again, taking my time as I settle between her legs.
Mimi moans when she tastes herself on my tongue, and I caress her breasts, playing gently with her nipples.
I wait to see if she wants more, hoping desperately she does, but I will wait forever if she needs it.
Mimi breaks our kiss and sucks on my neck, then nibbles on my earlobe. "That was incredible." Her hot breath against my ear has me releasing a low groan, and I thrust against her stomach a few times, desperate for some relief to my aching cock. Her hand grips my hard length, and I moan loudly.
Her sultry whisper in my ear awakens my inner beast. "Now, I want one with your huge cock inside me."