Chapter 28
Chuck: Double the heat now. They’re really dancing on the edge.
Lou: Yeah, one misstep and they could both end up in a heap.
Chuck: But watching them flirt with disaster? Pure entertainment.
Lou: Exactly. Now give me those glasses again. I want a better look!
Clinton cleaned me up, tucked me into his bed, and then excused himself to do the same.
I have never had a man come in his pants simply from being so turned on from giving me pleasure, and I want to return the favor, but my eyes begin to lower, dropping me into a comfortable slumber.
As my body sinks into a real sleep, my mind drifts to Waffles curling at my feet, and my eyes snap open when I realize I won’t be home to feed him.
“Waffles!” I whisper-shout as I fully wake myself up, and grab my phone from the nightstand.
I pause for a beat, holding it in my hand, as I realize this was pocketed in my jeans before I changed.
Clinton must have plugged it into his charger, and his thoughtfulness warms my chest. I’ve been so caught up all day, and now night, I open my text thread with Cass, knowing she’s closer to Waffles than I am right now.
Cass
We need a girls’ night.
I feel like such an asshole for not responding. It's been hours since she texted me, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I know she understands, and I never have to apologize for doing life, but I still feel the need to.
Paloma
I’m sorry I missed your text, babe. Girls’ night would be bomb.
Can you do me a favor?
Cass
Of course! And it's no big deal, Lo. I know you’ve got a lot going on.
Paloma
Can you stop by the house and feed Waffles?
Cass
Of course. *eyes emoji*
And where are you?
Paloma
I’m with Clint.
And I had that talk with my dad too.
Cass
AHHHHH! What?! Girl, do not worry about my nephew. I will feed his chunky ass as soon as I close up.
I'm really proud of you.
Love you, Lo.
Paloma
Love you too, Cass.
Now that Waffles is taken care of, I can relax and let the plush mattress cushion me further.
I release a content sigh, enjoying the soft pillows and fluffy comforter, and my eyes snap to the ensuite door as it opens.
Clinton raises his gaze to me and smiles, his dimples peeking as he does.
God, this man is so damn fine. His tongue parts his lips and travels along his bottom lip.
Being fucked by his tongue just an hour ago sends a shiver down my spine, and I press my thighs together, hoping it will give me an ounce of relief because I know he won’t take it any further.
I may want to fully feel him, but my body slumps further into the bed, exhaustion weighing me down, and it feels like I’m being swallowed into a dreamless sleep.
The bed dips and then Clinton is in my line of sight, cupping my cheek as he rubs his thumb in back-and-forth motions. He bends down and kisses the top of my head. “Get some rest, Dove.”
Warm breaths tickle my neck, and Clinton pulls my softness deeper into his hard lines.
I wiggle slightly, not wanting to wake him, but knowing I need a shower after last night.
A shower I hope I won't be taking alone.
I lift his arm and scoot to the edge and turn to look back at him.
Not wanting to disrupt his sleep but unable to stop myself, I run my fingers into his short curls.
How can I be this lucky? I think to myself, caressing his trim salt-and-pepper beard.
Letting him sleep, I rise from the bed and go straight to the ensuite and turn the shower on before relieving myself.
Just as I anticipated, the water is hot and ready for me when I step into the billowing steam behind the glass shower door.
Allowing the heated spray to soak my hair, I reach for his shampoo, lathering my hair in a scent that is fresh and masculine and so him.
Turning around I lean my head back and close my eyes, rinsing the shampoo from my hair.
A quick, but unmissed, cool swish of air chills my skin, but his voice immediately warms me.
“Mornin’, Dove.” It's been a long time since I was completely vulnerable with someone other than my close friends, but this is different.
It feels like so much more than even last night.
Clinton’s eyes eat up my voluptuous form with a haughty smile gracing his handsome face.
He moves his way to me, his hand outstretched before it slides along my hip, pulling me to him.
He grabs the shampoo bottle from my hand, squeezing a dollop in his hand and lathering his curls before quickly rinsing.
“I’m just trying to catch up with you, Dove.” He reaches for the conditioner next. “Come here, baby. Let me.”
I turn, pressing my round ass his way. When I do, his thick member, the one I haven’t gotten the chance to get an eyeful of yet, rests between the center of my ass and jumps.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper too lightly for him to hear as I enjoy the feeling of his skilled fingers working their magic in my short, pink hair.
A moan slips free of my lips, and he groans, pressing himself fully into me.
“Paloma, I really am trying my damndest, but you are absolutely irresistible.” His voice deep and gravely, he leans down sucking on my neck.
His large hand comes around my front and massages the softness of my belly.
Dropping my head back against his chest, giving him better access, his mouth trails hot kisses down to my shoulder, and his calloused hand rises to grope my breast.
Grinding into my ass, I lean deeper into him. “Please, Clint. Don’t tease me.”
“Tease you? You’ve been teasing me since I got back.”
“Have I now?” I ask him, knowing he’s telling the truth. He rinses the last bit of conditioner out of my hair and squeezes his body wash onto a washcloth.
Slowly, so fucking slowly, he washes my body.
Taking special care of my breasts and ass.
My breathing comes in short gasps. I’m so turned on I can barely focus on anything other than where his hands are and how the calluses contrast against the softness of my skin.
“I need you inside me. Don’t make me beg. ”
“But I think it would sound so fucking pretty.” God, this man and his dirty mouth.
A frustrated laugh, which sounds more like a moan, falls from my lips.
The washcloth is gone, replaced by his hands.
Grabbing two full handfuls of my breasts, they fit within his grip perfectly, he shows me just how perfect they are when he swipes his thumb over each of my nipples.
Fuck me, I’m panting.
I turn in, facing him fully. His cock rests on my soft belly, and without breaking eye contact, I lower myself to my knees. “I need you in my mouth.”
“I’m yours,” is all he says, all he has to say. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting his precum already waiting for me, and I rub my thighs together seeking any kind of friction. Wrapping my hand around him, I pump his thick length as I hollow out my cheeks.
“Dove, you’re perfect,” he groans, sliding his fingers into my wet hair and tightening them into a delicious grip. He bucks into me, and it urges me forward, bobbing my head on his dick as he bumps the back of my throat. “You keep that up, baby, and I’m going to come down your throat.”
I pull away long enough to catch my breath. ”Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” Taking him back into my mouth, I take him deeper until he bumps the back of my throat.
He pumps into my mouth, delicious and deliberate thrusts.
If I wasn’t already soaked for him, I would be now.
“Fuck, Paloma.” He shudders but continues his pace.
Just when I need to take in a breath, he pulls free and lifts me into his arms. Clint spins me and uses his body to press mine into the cool glass.
His hands find my breasts, he kneads them, then pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers.
Tingles race down my back, and I arch into him, needing to feel more of his hardness behind me.
He trails one of his hands higher and wraps his fingers around my neck in a necklace, squeezing the sides gently before tipping my head back and devouring my lips with his.
His tongue caresses mine, and I’m lost to the feeling, to him.
I whimper under his hold, needing to feel so much more of him.
Those three little words dance on my tongue, but I bite them back.
They go willingly as Clint moves his strong hands to grip my waist.
Tapping the top of my thigh, he instructs, “Put your leg on the bench, baby.” His directions are clear, and I follow them quickly.
My ass pushes into him as I do, and his fingers are ready as they trail over my curves and into my aching sex, sliding into my pussy and circling my clit at an agonizing pace.
He moans behind me, “You are so fucking wet.”
Clint curls his fingers inside, finding my G-spot as he flicks his fingers repeatedly.
I want so badly to tell him to fuck me—it's been so long I can't remember what he feels like inside of me.
I could never forget how he would ring orgasms from my body and still somehow manage to take care of me in every way.
“Paloma, I need to know if you’re on birth control and if you want me to get a condom because I can.” He pulls at my nipple, and I cry out, consumed with how every inch of him is pressed against me. How good the weight of his body feels.
“No.” The word is quick as I’m unable to hide the urgency in my voice. “I don't want anything between us. I’m in the clear, and I get the shot every three months. I’m not due for two more. I just want you, papi, please. Need y—”