Chapter 37
Thirty-Seven
JESSE
W aking up to Clara draped over me was quickly becoming my favourite thing. Her leg was hooked over my waist again, her head nestled in the crook of my shoulder. I could tell from the way her breath brushed against my chest that she wasn’t completely asleep.
“Please tell me we have the day to ourselves.” My voice cracked as I spoke. I felt a chuckle rumble through Clara immediately, proving I was right, and she was awake.
“We don’t. Well, more accurately, I don’t. I have a final make-up check this morning. You might get away with doing nothing, though.” Her voice was thick with sleep.
“Nothing is no fun if I have to do it by myself.”
“I dunno. I think you could have plenty of fun by yourself.” Her husky voice stirred my blood. I felt my cock thicken under her thigh.
“How long have we got before you’re needed?”
She lifted her head and looked at me. “An hour probably.”
I slid my hand under the leg draped over me and coaxed her onto her back. “I can work with that,” I said as I shifted down the bed until I was settled between her legs.
“And how are you going to work with that?” she asked as her hooded eyes looked down at me.
“With a whole hour, I reckon I get you to come at least twice.”
“I’m surprised you got more than one out of me last night. I doubt it will happen again. You might not even get one.”
I could already see her starting to get wet. “Can I at least try?” I asked as I slid my finger through the wetness before circling her clit.
Her breath caught.
“Be my guest,” she said, her head tipping back.
I slipped a finger inside her and used my thumb to circle her clit, teasing her until she got impatient and started grinding down on my hand. I added a second finger and she fucked down on my hand faster. As I applied a steady pressure against her clit, she became frantic with her movements. I could tell she was getting close when her little whimpers went from being audible to near silent, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. One of her hands threaded through my hair, and she pulled just as her entire body trembled.
I kept stroking her clit as she rode the waves of her orgasm, only stopping when she tried to move her hips out from under my touch.
“That’s one.” I knew I sounded smug, but I couldn’t help it.
“That’s your lot,” she panted. I slid back up her body, one of my hands finding her nipple as I kissed her slowly and deeply. I pinched her nipple gently and was rewarded by her gasping into my mouth.
“It feels like a crime that I’ve not tasted you yet, so please, can I get my tongue on that pussy? I’ll stop whenever you want, and I don’t care if you come or not. I just wanna make you feel good,” I said, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said, her eyebrows drawn together.
“Why? Do you not like it?”
“No. I mean, yeah. But I can’t usually come from it anyway, and I just had one, so I think it would be a waste of your time to even bother trying.” Her hand reached down between us and loosely wrapped around my erection. “Let me help you out, and then I’ll go get ready for the day.”
I grabbed her wrist and stopped her from stroking me. “Did you miss the past where I said you don’t have to come? I just wanna play. But if you really don’t want me to go down on you, then I will carry you to the bathroom.”
She tightened her hand around me. “What about you?”
“I’ll be fine, this is all about you. So can I eat you out, or are we going to the bathroom?”
I slid a finger through her wetness, making her grip on me tighten.
“I do think it’s not worth your time, but if you want to, I have no objections.” She released me, and I wasted no time moving back between her legs.
The aftershocks of her last orgasm were still making her quiver. I licked the length of her before placing my hands on her legs and holding her open. I swirled my tongue around her clit and her back immediately arched off the bed.
“Oh, you’re real responsive to my mouth.” I smiled as I nipped the skin of her inner thigh.
“Not usually. That just felt really overwhelming. It’s very sensitive down there.”
“Do you need me to stop?”
She shook her head as she threaded her fingers through my hair and moved my head back. I didn’t need to be told twice. I swirled my tongue around her clit again.
Now that she had given me permission, I really did play. I teased and explored, learning all the things that made her pull me in closer or made her try to shift away from my touch. I kept a catalogue of the sounds and moans she made and kept doing the things that pulled my favourite sounds out of her.
I lost track of how long I spent between her thighs, but when she pulled my hair particularly hard, I looked up at her. Clara’s entire body was taut, suspended in pleasure, and looking like it was begging for release. Her eyes were hooded, and her chest was rising rapidly with her shallow breaths.
Most importantly, though, she had gone silent.
Which meant one thing.
“You gonna come again for me, baby?” I whispered, the cool air of breath making her pussy quiver. She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed one of my hands off her legs and moved it up to her breast. I smiled to myself before drawing her clit between my lips and sucking gently. I slid one finger inside her and curved it slightly before I harshly pinched her nipple.
I heard her make a sound of surprise before the walls of her pussy clenched around my finger. As she started coming, I felt a rush of wetness against my face. I carried on licking her through it until she tugged my head away from her sensitive flesh. I slowly pulled my finger out and let go of her nipple before I rested my chin on her lower stomach.
She was covering her face with one of her arms. “I am so sorry.”
“For?”
She lifted her arm and looked down at me. “For almost drowning you.”
I laughed. “I wouldn’t go that far. Besides, it was hot. Unexpected, but hot.”
“I didn’t know I could do that,” she mumbled.
I wasn’t proud of how much joy I took from knowing that I was the one to show her she could, but I couldn’t help it.
“Glad I could make you aware that you can.”
I shifted her body again and went to kiss her, but I hesitated. Clara removed the arm from her face completely and cupped my neck.
“Really? I just squirt all over you, and now you’re hesitating about kissing?”
“I didn’t know if you would want to.”
Clara encouraged my face to move closer to hers and brought her lips to mine. I pulled her in, deepening the kiss. One of her hands ran up and down my side before she wrapped it loosely around my cock again.
I broke the kiss. “We don’t have time for that.”
If I let her start, I was going to want to see if I could get a third orgasm out of her while I was buried deep inside, and then we would run the risk of getting caught in action. I knew her friends well enough to know they saw knocking as a mere suggestion, and if Clara was late enough, they would just come and collect her. I didn’t think either of us wanted them to catch me balls deep in her. If only because they would never let us live it down.
“But what are you going to do about it?” She swept her tongue over the head, and my hips stuttered into the touch, the tip leaking. I almost gave in. Instead, I knocked her hand away.
“I’m going to have a shower,” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “I swear to god, Jesse, if you’re going to have a wank in the shower when I’m right here and willing, then I will never speak to you again.”
“I should have been clearer. I am going to have a very, very cold shower. Although, it may not help because that right there was the single hottest thing I have ever been a part of, and I don’t know how to stop replaying it in my head. Not when I can still taste you on my lips. However, I can assure you, I won’t come until you’re back.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, but then her face softened.
“Does the offer to be carried to the bathroom still stand? I’m too jelly-legged to make it myself,” she said, as she stretched her whole body out. I drank in the sight of her sated body and felt an overwhelming amount of satisfaction. Her skin was flushed, with a light sheen of sweat to it. Her lips were swollen and kiss-bitten, her eyes still a rich dark chocolate.
I rose to my feet and scooped her up into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her face nestled into the crook of my shoulder. I walked us into the shower and carefully set her down.
She turned away from me and started adjusting the nozzles while I leaned against the far wall and admired her. She cast her eyes back to me, and I noticed a flash of embarrassment cross over her features.
“Really? You just soaked my face, but me standing here looking at you naked is proving too much?” I teased.
“It’s not that. It’s nothing.” She turned away.
“No, come on. What is it?”
I watched the rise and fall of her shoulders before she turned around to face me fully. Clara tended to always drop her eyes down when she looked at me recently. This time was no different. She met my gaze by way of my still-hard cock.
“Fine. Let me start by saying this is one hundred per cent not a thing I want to happen because showers are mine and mine alone. No exceptions. For the most part.”
“My interest is piqued, and your clarification is noted.”
“Our first night here, I had a dream. About me. And you. In a shower. It was part of the reason I went AWOL the next morning. I didn’t know how to face you properly because my brain was blurring the lines between real and fiction. Add to that the fact I had an actual orgasm that woke me up, and I had no idea if you had heard it. I didn’t want to face you if you had. It was all a lot. I thought I would be able to bury the dream somewhere deep down. But it’s been four days since it woke me up, and so far, it refuses to be buried.”
Her words took a second to process. When they did, my head tipped back to rest on the wall, and a long groan came from the back of my throat.
“You had a sex dream so intense that you had an orgasm in your sleep. A sex dream that involved me and this shower? Did dream me make you come?” I asked as I brought my head back down.
“Yes,” she answered and then her eyes flicked down. “You are dangerously close to me not speaking to you ever again. We are in the shower, and you are jerking off. Without me.”
I looked down. I hadn’t realised, but I had started palming my cock. I removed my hand.
“I’m going to go out to the bedroom now. And no, I am not going to come when I get out there. Although I am regretting holding that line so firmly right now.”
“I can be late,” Clara said as she moved towards me, letting a finger run up my length. My hips shifted into her touch desperately.
“Did you not just say that it was one hundred per cent fantasy, not to be recreated?” I asked, my voice a strained whisper.
“I’ve learnt in the last twenty-four hours that you seem to be an exception to a lot of my rules.”
I knocked her hand away from my cock, again, and pulled her in for a kiss. A deep and desperate kiss that left us both breathless.
“Shower. Do your complicated skincare routine. Go spend your morning with the girls and then come back to me,” I said, pressing kisses along the length of her neck before stepping out of the shower.
The needy whine Clara made nearly made my resolve break, but I walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I gave my cock one final squeeze and then tried to think of anything but Clara in the shower.