Chapter 20 #2
“And the rest of you, I guess,” she teases.
I push myself against her and slide my hands up her shirt, cupping both breasts in my hands, rubbing her nipples against my palms. Clementine moans softly, her hand tightening on the rail, and I kiss the back of her neck.
Suddenly she stands up straight, leaning against my shoulder, looking up at me. I push her shirt over her breasts and tweak her nipples, looking down so I can watch. Clementine sighs and wriggles again.
“Hey,” she says softly.
“Yeah?”
She swallows.
“Do you wrap it up with conquests?” she says.
It takes me a minute to remember what she means by conquests.
“Of course,” I finally say.
“Always? Every single time?”
“I don’t have any secret kids,” I say.
“Condoms ever break?” she asks.
Her eyes are closed, and I’m still rubbing her nipples, her breasts filling my hands.
“Once, a few years ago,” I say, and kiss her neck again, slowly, because I think I’ve figured out where she’s going with this. “But there’s a mandatory physical at the start of every fire season, and they’re very thorough.”
She bites her lip, eyes closed, and nuzzles the top of her head against my chin.
“I’m on the pill,” she says. “And I’m clean.”
I pinch her nipples, and she moans. I feel like my whole body is buzzing with sheer desire as she kisses me under the chin, the only spot she can really reach.
“You want me to fuck you bare?” I ask. My voice comes out a low growl.
Clementine looks up at me, her hazel eyes wide, her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving.
“Please?” she says.
It’s so fucking hot that it knocks the wind out of my lungs, and I forget to breathe for a moment. Clementine lifts her eyebrows.
“Yes,” I say, kissing her hard.
She reaches one hand into my pants and grabs my dick behind her back, holding it tight and stroking it hard. I hook my thumbs under the waist of her leggings, pull them halfway down her thighs, and Clementine parts her legs as I reach between them from behind.
She’s wet as hell, her lips and clit a little swollen, and she moans again when I touch her, arching her back, grabbing the railing again with the hand that’s not on my dick.
I run my thumb over her soaking wet lips and down to her clit, my other hand squeezing her ass, and Clementine gasps, stroking me one more time.
Then she puts her other hand on the railing, leaning a little forward. I push my pants down and they puddle at my feet.
“I thought you didn’t really like it from behind,” I say into her ear. “You used to always want to do it face-to-face.”
I grab her hips with one hand and press the tip of my cock against her clit, the slight pressure making a tremor run through my body. She looks over her shoulder at me and rocks back.
“Sometimes a girl just wants to get bent over and fucked hard,” she murmurs, smiling.
I kiss her on the shoulder blade and move my cock until the tip is at her slippery, swollen entrance, and then I slide just the head inside her.
She gasps softly, and a shock of pleasure runs through my body.
I want to sink my whole cock into her right then, so bad I can barely stop myself, but I grab her shoulder and pull out.
We’ve never fucked bare before, but we’re not teenagers any more, and we’ve got all the time in the world.
I want to do this right, fuck her slow, memorize every skin-to-skin millimeter.
I slide a little deeper with each thrust, and soon Clementine is gasping, panting for breath, moving her hips back like she wants more but I don’t give it to her.
Not yet, anyway.
“You don’t have to go slow,” she says, looking at me over her shoulder.
“I know,” I say, and kiss the back of her neck, her lower lips halfway up my shaft. I pull out.
She reaches back and puts one hand around my neck.
“C’mon,” she whispers.
I push into her again, her tight muscles gripping me. She moans, and I pull back.
“I only get to fuck you bare for the first time once,” I murmur. I thrust again, deeper. “I want to feel every inch.”
Out, in. I’m going faster because I can’t help it, and Clementine’s eyes are closed and her head is back.
“And I like making you feel every inch,” I say.
I’m moving even faster now, almost all the way in, and I think I’m slowly losing my mind.
“I think you like that too,” I murmur.
“I do,” she whispers.
“It doesn’t get much better than when you’re moaning with my cock inside you,” I say.
Out, in. Out, and then suddenly I’m there, buried balls deep. Clementine is panting for breath, both hands white-knuckled on the railing. She turns her head and I kiss her savagely, rocking our hips together as she moans quietly into my mouth.
“Thank you,” she murmurs when we pull apart.
Fuck, it’s hot. I nuzzle her ear, half laughing as I start thrusting.
“What?” she gasps.
“You’ve never thanked me before,” I say.
“You’ve never fucked me like that before,” she says.
I mean to go slow, because I want to bring her to the brink and drive her crazy until she begs me to make her come, but I can’t help myself.
I manage slow and sensual for a few seconds before a wild, primal urge takes me over and I push Clementine against the railing, gripping her shoulder from the front, driving my cock into her as hard as I can.
She’s just moaning, and every so often a couple words make it through, something like fuck yes Hunter God yes.
“This what you wanted?” I growl in her ear, her pussy gripping me so tight that I bite her shoulder.
“Jesus yes,” she whispers, turning her head. “Hunter, I’m—”
Suddenly her hand flies off the railing and for a split second, Clementine lurches forward.
I pull her back instantly, away from the railing, until my back hits the glass of the lookout windows and they rattle.
“Shit, ow,” she says, shaking her right hand, still panting for breath.
“Are you okay?” I ask, holding her tight against me. I thought the railing had broken, but it’s still there, perfectly solid.
“I’m fine, my hand slipped,” she says. She grabs my hair and pulls my face to hers, kissing me hungrily.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs.
I spin her around, push her against the window as she laughs, then pull her down until we’re both on our knees on the wooden plank floor of the balcony. Somehow, she tugs her leggings the rest of the way off and braces herself against the wall as I kneel behind her, cock in hand.
I don’t tease her this time. I don’t have the willpower, I just thrust into her as hard as I can and listen to her guttural moan echo off the wall in front of her.
Before I know it we’re back where we were and I’m driving into her as hard as I can, her forearms against the wall, her palms flat against it, her head against her arms. I’ve got one arm against the wall, my hand over hers, one hand on her hip.
“God, I like fucking you this way,” I growl. “Clem, I’m gonna come soon if —”
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, interrupting me. “Please don’t stop, Hunter, please.”
I don’t. I wrap my arm around her waist and slam into her harder, my knees grinding against the wooden floor.
“Fuck!” Clem shouts, her eyes closed, her mouth open. “Fuck, Hunter, make me come,” she whispers.
Her muscles are gripping and fluttering around me, and she feels so intoxicating that if I lost control right now I’d come my brains out.
I don’t. I force myself not to come as I slow down and fuck her hard and deep, leaning my head against hers.
“You feel so fucking good,” she whispers, locking her hand in my hair. “Don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop.”
“Jesus, Clem,” I say into her ear.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, her muscles clenching.
Then she opens her eyes halfway and looks at me.
“I come so fucking hard when you’re inside me,” she whispers.
Then she comes and I can feel how hard she comes, her muscles clamping down around me, her hand clenching my hair as she moans oh fuck yes over and over.
I’ve seen her come a lot but I’ve never seen her lose control like this. I’ve never felt her come this hard, or look at me like that.
I’d walk across the fucking Sahara to make it happen again.
I want to say you’re so fucking beautiful but she pulls my mouth to hers and kisses me, long and hard, and as she does she rocks back against me and then pulls forward, her muscles squeezing me tight.
She lets me go and does it again, so I put one hand against the wall and let her fuck me fast and hard and in moments I’m at the edge.
“Jesus, Clem, you feel good,” I gasp.
Clementine looks over her shoulder, her lips parted, the wickedest look I’ve ever seen on her face.
“I want you to come inside me,” she says.
It’s barely out of her mouth before I do, practically exploding deep in her as she keeps moving back and forth, and it’s all I can do to stay upright as I release myself into her again and again.
When I finally stop coming I think I’m shaking, and I bend forward gently, kissing Clementine on the shoulder and then on the lips when she turns her head toward me. I wrap my arm around her waist, and I never, ever want to move again.