CLOVER STARTED TO laugh but his kiss put a stop to that nonsense. At first the kiss was gentle, nothing but his mouth moving over hers as he explored her top lip with his lips and her bottom lip with his teeth. She felt ridiculous just lying there with her hands gripping the sheets at her sides, so she forced her fingers to uncurl and placed her hands on his shoulders and back. He had such warm, smooth skin that once she touched him with her bare hands she couldn’t stop. His tongue slipped between her teeth and she slid her palms down his long back and up again. The knots of nervousness that had knit up her entire body since Erick rang her doorbell slowly started to loosen. She should do this more often. Like...every night of her life.
Erick pressed closer to her. She felt his long, hairy legs against her not-quite-as-long and thankfully much-less-hairy ones. She ran her bare foot up the back of his calf as he kissed her along her jawline and all the way down to her neck.
“You feel good,” he said into her ear.
“I do feel good,” she said.
“You feel good to me.”
“I knew what you meant.” She smiled up at him. “Just saying, I’m feeling better.”
“Good.” He smiled down at her. “I want to make you feel good. You look really sexy in my shirt and on your back.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I’m feeling sexy...ish.”
“Let’s try this.” He gently lifted her head and pulled her ponytail holder out of her hair. She’d meant to do that earlier in the bathroom and had forgotten. He tossed the elastic onto the nightstand and ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp lightly and smoothing her hair down her back.
“Very nice,” he said. “First time I’ve ever seen you with your hair down.”
“I’d hate to get it caught in a wood chipper,” she said.
“I like that you wear it up all the time. Makes seeing it down much more interesting.”
“My hair is interesting?”
“You are interesting,” he said. “Very, very interesting. I’m going to figure you out.”
“Not much to figure out.”
“Oh, there has to be something mysterious here. How could a woman who is so beautiful have no idea how beautiful she is? I’ll think about that tomorrow. Right now I’m thinking about this.”
He kissed her and she opened up for him without hesitation. She loved the way he kissed her. It was sensual, yes. Sensual and warm and slow. But tender, too. She hadn’t expected the tenderness in his kiss. Or maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe she was feeling all the tenderness. He had called her beautiful and sexy and those words were like aloe on a sunburn, instantly taking the sting out of a throbbing wound.
Clover tensed as Erick shifted his body so that he was half on the bed and half on top of her. She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh through the black boxer briefs he wore. She tried to ignore it as he kept kissing her but it was so hard and insistent and right there. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, in her neck, in her throat. She had forgotten how intense kissing could be, how terrifying in the best sort of way. She felt panicky, aroused, excited, eager, but didn’t know how to tell Erick that in words. She let her body do the talking. She carefully moved her thigh, letting it graze against the hardness pressed against her.
“Minx,” he said, and laughed softly. “I was hoping you hadn’t noticed that.”
“Hard not to notice it,” she said against his lips. “Very, very hard...”
She raised her head to kiss him again and he stopped her with a question.
“Do you want to touch me?” he asked.
“I am touching you.” Her hands were on his shoulders. He lowered his chin and narrowed his eyes. “Oh...you want me to touch it.”
“No. I asked if you wanted to touch me. I didn’t say you could. I’m asking if you want to. So... Clover Greene, do you want to touch me?”
“I do,” she said. “But—”
“You can also touch my butt, yes.”
She giggled and the sound surprised her. She sounded so young, so nervous.
“How is it you’re only eight years older than me?” she asked.
“Well, you were born in 1985 and I was born in 197—”
“I feel like a kid around you. That’s what I’m saying. And you know it.”
“You have a kid at twenty-one, you grow up fast. When did you start your company?”
“Five years ago.”
“I started mine sixteen years ago. Why did you start yours?”
“My grandparents sold their old vacation house and split the money with the grandkids. It was enough to start the nursery. You?”
“I had a one-year-old daughter, a wife with a drinking problem and we lived in a trailer with no heat. It was either work my ass off or freeze my ass off.”
“I...I didn’t know that about your ex. I’m sorry. Ruthie never told me.”
“Ruthie’s mom sobered up a long time ago. Ruthie doesn’t know how bad it was. She doesn’t need to know.”
“You had to grow up faster than I did,” she said. “I guess that’s why you seem so together.”
“Hey, I had to work and make money. Had no choice,” he said. “You had a choice. How much did your grandparents give you?”
“A hundred thousand dollars.”
He whistled. “How many people get a windfall like that and start a business with it? Maybe one out of a hundred? One out of a thousand? Everyone else would have spent it on cars or a house or socked it away for retirement. Instead you built a business with it, a business you work at twelve hours a day and seven days a week. You didn’t have to work as hard as you did, but you did it, anyway. That’s much more impressive than working because you have to.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I know about it,” he said, stroking her cheek. “I’m older and wiser, right?”
“I didn’t say you were wise.”
“It was implied.”
“You make me feel young,” she said. “That’s all. In the good way. In the ‘nervous to be making out with a guy’ way.”
“That’s a good way to be nervous. But I’d rather you be relaxed than nervous. I don’t want to scare you.”
“You don’t.” She shook her head. “It’s not fear. It’s...excitement.”
“No, this is excitement.” He pressed his erection into her thigh again. She inhaled sharply and clung tighter to his shoulders.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want to touch you very much. Can I, please?”
“That’s the politest way any woman has ever asked to rub my cock in my life. Your manners are impeccable, Ms. Greene.”
“My parents raised a lady.”
“Does that mean you’ll stick your pinky out while you’re stroking me off?”
“Probably.”
“This I’ve gotta see.”
Erick rolled onto his back and underneath the covers pulled off his underwear and tossed it across the room. He lay flat on his back with his hands behind his head...waiting.
“O...kay...” she said. “You are naked in my bed.”
“I can put my watch back on if you want.”
“No. Naked is good. But can I turn off the light?”
“If it makes you feel better.”
“It would.”
She switched off the lamp and slowly scooted across the sheets toward him. He put one arm around her back and slid even closer to her.
Without saying another word, he kissed her. It was a deep, long, sensual kiss, much deeper and harder than he’d kissed her before. With the lights off, everything seemed to mean more, to matter more. They were no longer playing. And Erick was naked, completely, not even wearing that smile. She took a ragged breath as she placed her hand on the center of his chest. It pleased her to feel how hard his heart beat against her hand. He was nervous/scared/excited, too.
Tentatively she slid her hand down his chest to his stomach and stopped there while he kissed her neck under her ear.
“Take your time,” he whispered. “I have all night.”
“Thanks for being understanding,” she said.
“I don’t know why you’re so nervous with me but it doesn’t matter. You set the pace. I’m just happy to be here.”
“Are you? Happy, I mean?”
“As happy as I’ve been in a long time.”
Clover slipped her hand under the sheet and wrapped it around his erection. Erick took a quick breath in.
“Okay,” he said. “Now I’m happy.”
She smiled but didn’t say anything. She wanted to concentrate on the task at hand. The very pleasant task at hand. Gently she ran her hand over the length of him a few times just to get the feel of him. He was incredibly hard from base to tip, so hard she felt his cock pulsing against her palm. He was big, not huge but definitely a good size. She imagined putting it inside her and knew it would fill her and stretch her and she’d love every inch of it. But not yet. She wasn’t ready for that yet. Was she? If they had sex he’d probably want her to take all her clothes off and that would be awkward. But maybe not. But probably so. She was overthinking it again and forced herself to concentrate only on Erick’s beautiful body and forget about hers.
She squeezed him lightly and watched his face to see what happened. He must have liked it because his head fell back and his throat jumped like he’d had to take a quick breath or swallow hard. Even in the dark she could see his lips were slightly parted and she could hear him panting as she stroked him, lightly at first but then harder as it became clear to her he liked what she was doing. Down and up and down and up...she slid her hand down and up him again and again. Erick reached over his head and gripped her headboard with one large hand. He moved his hips with her hand, lifting them as she stroked downward and pulling back when she stroked up. It was obscene, watching him move like that, like he was fucking her hand. He was fucking her hand and she could tell he would come soon if she didn’t stop. She had no intention of stopping.
“You should maybe stop,” Erick said, and his voice was tight and hoarse, like it hurt to talk.
“Why?” she asked, her hand still on him but no longer moving.
“When I get close to coming I say really inappropriate things. And you’re getting me there.”
“Inappropriate how? We’re in bed together. Unless you start spitting out math formulas or threatening to assassinate world leaders, I don’t know what you’d say that would be inappropriate.”
“I have a very dirty mouth. You don’t know how dirty.”
“Can I find out how dirty? Now you’ve got me curious.”
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“You warned me,” she said. “Can I keep going now?”
“God, yes, and please and thank you. But lick your hand first. Wet helps.”
“Lick my hand?”
“See? It’s already happening.”
“I’ve never licked my own hand before,” she said as she licked her palm. “I mean, unless there was chocolate on it.”
“Maybe next time.”
She felt more confident this time when she wrapped her fingers around him. Clover had no doubt in her mind at all he was enjoying himself and, more specifically, enjoying her as she enjoyed him. She started slow again, massaging him and working her way up the shaft and down to the base with a firm grip. As she slid her hand up again she pulled him very gently and he let out a soft groan from the back of his throat.
“Fuck, that feels good... I want to pound your pussy so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Wow,” she said, blinking. “You weren’t kidding.”
“It just comes out,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t say you’re sorry. It was...sexy. Intense but sexy.”
“Don’t take it literally,” he said, panting. “I’m not trying to fuck you. These are fantasies, not orders.”
“I like your fantasies,” she said, surprised by how much she did like it.
“Good, because if you keep doing that I’ll keep talking.”
“Keep talking,” she said. “Please keep talking...”
She rubbed him harder now and he ground his hips up and into her hand. He seemed to really like the pulling maneuver so she did it again and was rewarded with a “Fuck” and “God, I want you to ride my cock.”
She swirled her fingers around the tip and then tugged lightly on the whole shaft.
“If you’re as wet as I am hard, you’re drowning over there,” he said.
She opened her fingers to knead him. Clover felt breathless and shaky and if she wasn’t careful, she was about to start saying a few things herself.
“I want to fill all your holes up with my come.”
Every dirty little thing he said kicked her body temperature up another degree and another. She couldn’t remember being this turned on in her life. Nobody had ever said this sort of stuff to her before. Instead of being shocked by it, she was aroused, incredibly aroused. She was wet, she did want him inside her and she did want him to come in her over and over again. She wished she could tell him that the way he told her everything he was feeling, but the words were trapped in her brain so she told him how much she wanted him with her touch.
His chest rose and fell rapidly. His head fell back on the pillow. He was the most erotic, sexy, sensual, dirty-mouthed man she’d ever known, and if she could just tell him that, everything would be better.
“Say something, Clover,” he said, and she heard the plea in his voice. “I’m feeling alone over here.”
“I...”
“Say something. Anything.”
“I want you,” she said.
“How? Where?”
“Inside me. Deep.”
She saw the outline of his smile.
“Good,” he said. “You should.”
“I mean it, Erick,” she said. She loved the sound of his name on her lips. “That wasn’t a fantasy. I’m asking you to do it.”
“Asking me to what? Say it. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“I want you inside me. Please.”
“Tongue, fingers, cock?”
“All of them. But cock first.”
“Now?”
“Please—”
He moved so fast she was on her back before she could say “and thank you.”
She lifted her hips to help him slide her panties off. This was insane. They’d only had their first kiss three hours ago. But she felt like a runaway train, no stopping her or him or them or this. And she didn’t want it to stop. Not now. Not ever.
Erick pushed her thighs apart with his knees and took his cock in his hand.
“Are you wet enough?” he asked.
“Drowning.”
He braced himself over her and she lay flat on the bed beneath him, ready and eager and waiting. She flinched in pleasure as the tip of his penis grazed her swollen clitoris.
“Wider,” he said, and she lifted her knees and spread her thighs. He pushed the tip through her wet folds and entered her. As he lowered himself onto her, his cock went deeper inside her. She heard a moaning sound, low and dirty, and realized it was coming from her.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Erick rasped into her ear. “And burning up inside.” He slid his arm under her to hold her hard against his chest. She felt weak in his arms, weak and faint and small. She liked it. He pumped his hips into hers, pushing his cock deeper. Gasping she dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she pushed back against him. She didn’t want him inside her. She needed him inside her. It was life or death. At least, it felt like it in the moment.
“That’s it,” he said as he thrust into her again. “Show me how much you want it. Show it to me, beautiful.”
She opened her legs wide, dug her heels into the bed and pushed up and up against him as he bore down on her, thrusting harder, pounding her like he’d warned her he would. It was hard sex, not rough but she definitely felt everything all the way into her stomach. With him on top of her and his arms around her, holding her so tightly she felt like a princess in a book, being taken and ravished and used by some sort of barbarian warrior.
And she loved it.
He had her pinned down, nailed to the bed. She couldn’t escape, couldn’t move anything but her arms and her hips. And the best part was she didn’t want to escape, didn’t want to move from him. She just wanted to lie here underneath him and let him fuck her for the rest of her life.
She tried to tell him but he had something to say instead.
“Your pussy’s so tight it feels like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“I haven’t.”
Erick froze midthrust and looked down at her.
“Don’t stop,” she said, wrapping her legs around his thighs to hold him inside her. “Please, please, please don’t stop.”
“Not stopping,” he said. “Not ever.”
He kissed her mouth and she couldn’t help but sigh with relief when he started to move inside her again. At first he was careful with her, too careful, like he was afraid to hurt her. She didn’t want that. She wanted it like it was before. She lifted her hips again into his, letting him know with her body how much she wanted what he had to give her. He took the hint and thrust a little harder, then a little harder than that. She had to say something. If she were him, she’d be silently freaking out, so she had to tell him something to make him relax and enjoy it again as much as he had before.
“I wanted it to be just like this,” she said.
“Like how?” he asked.
“Everything you do feels so good to me.”
“Does this feel good?” he asked as he slowly pulled his cock out to the tip and thrust it back in.
“Yes... Again...”
He pulled back out to the tip, thrust in again, back out, in again, pausing before each thrust, making her wait for it, making her miss it inside her before giving it back to her.
“I want you to come for me,” he said. “I want to feel it on my cock. Can you come? Are you close?”
Her thighs were tight as knots and her lungs burned and every time he entered her, her vagina clenched down onto him.
“So close,” she said, nodding against his shoulder.
“Good. Come for me, then, baby. I need you to come for me.”
He needed her to come for him... It should have intimidated her, but it didn’t. He wanted her to orgasm as much as she did.
Erick released his rough hold on her to give her more room to move underneath him. She clutched the sheets in her fingers as he braced himself over her, his hands on either side of her shoulders. Where their bodies met and joined, she felt the most deliciously intense pulsing sensation, a rhythmic throbbing that she wanted to feel forever. He drove into her with long thrusts designed to draw every bit of pleasure out of the movement as possible. Each penetration grazed her clitoris and each withdrawal left her aching for the next thrust. It was happening; she was there, so close. Yes, this is how she wanted it to happen, how she’d always wanted it. It felt so natural, so right, so sexual and sensual and erotic. She didn’t feel nervous anymore. She didn’t feel scared. She felt filled up and open and wet. It burned but it didn’t hurt. She couldn’t get enough of Erick, enough of his cock. Writhing beneath him, Clover felt the most incredible tightening, like someone had wrapped a rope around her hips and pulled it taut and tight and tauter until it was ready to snap.
She heard Erick’s breathing, heard him say her name, heard him say “fuck” a few times. She’d never found that word very sexy until it came from his mouth while he was in her body with nothing between them but his own T-shirt he’d given her to wear. She would keep this shirt until she died. He could have it back over her dead body and not a second sooner.
It was everything she’d always wanted it to be. The bed rocked beneath them and Erick put his entire body into fucking her so that she felt his every breath and his every thrust. The headboard rattled against the wall and she moved under him and with him, taking every inch of his cock into her. She was so wet it didn’t even hurt, not one bit. Thirty years of pent-up need and desire and dreaming of being taken like this peaked in one perfect moment. With her eyes closed and her head back and her hips hovering inches off the mattress, she came hard, her inner muscles contracting in sharp spasms that left her panting and dizzy.
Erick’s fingers were in her hair and he tilted her head back even farther. He kissed her throat, thrust in hard and came inside her. She could tell he was coming because he went silent, completely silent for the first time since penetrating her.
He lay on top of her and breathed into her ear while she sleepily kissed his naked shoulders, his neck, his chest. Good thing the lights were off so he couldn’t see what she knew was a stupid-looking grin on her face. She felt drunk, tired, happy and sore, and she loved all of it.
Erick slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. He took a heavy breath.
“Well...” he said.
“Well?”
He rolled onto his side and draped his arm over her stomach.
“That was unexpected.”
“Imagine how I feel,” she said.
“I am. Can I ask you one question?”
“Go ahead,” she said. She’d expected more than one question. One question only was getting off easy.
“Why the hell were you still a virgin at thirty? And why didn’t you tell me before I pounded you into the bed?”
“That’s two questions.”
“One’s a follow-up to the first one. Two-parter.”
“Can I ask you a question first?” she asked.
“Ask.”
“Are you mad at me?”