Page 78 of Unlikely

She uses one hand to spread herself wide, and the other to play with her clit. She rubs and rolls the sensitive bundle of nerves, slow and fast, occasionally sliding two fingers inside herself and slipping them back out, wet and coated with her arousal.

She gasps when I replace her fingers with mine, pushing them in and out as she continues with the steady rhythm on her clit.

“Have you ever played with any toys?” I ask her, my eyes flicking between the inward and outward slide of my fingers and her face.

She shakes her head, her expression demure, the complete opposite to the desperate way she’s rubbing at her clit.

“In my mind I’m using a vibrator on you, watching you fuck yourself on it, the way you’re fucking yourself on my fingers right now.” I watch her as our hands move in tandem, and the imagery of my words has her chasing her release. “I would have you laid out before me, teasing and taunting you till you’re begging me to stop.”

My hand stills and she cries out my name.

“Just like that.”

“Zara, please,” she begs.

I drag my fingers out of her and slip them into my mouth.

“I need more of this,” I say, smacking her thigh. “Climb up here.”

Clementine leans forward, placing her palm against the wall and maneuvers herself above me, just right. One of my favorite things about her is the trust she has in me during sex; she never second guesses and she never feels too shy. She allows herself to feel all the things she’s supposed to feel, relishing in her newfound sexuality, and it only makes me want her more.

The view of her above me is mouthwatering, her pussy wet and glistening, and her beautiful face in the background, looking down at me, eyes burning with desire. I keep my eyes on hers as I swipe my tongue over her clit.

She’s so keyed up, her thighs shudder around me, and I know it won’t take long for me to have her coming on my face. I go back and forth, up and down her opening, before going deeper, tasting more of her, memorizing the way she feels on my tongue.

I alternate between gently biting and sucking her clit, loving the way her gasps and moans echo around the room. Finding her stride, Clementine rocks her cunt up and down my face, her arousal coating my mouth and chin.

Her thighs begin to tremble around me and her clit pulses on my tongue. Grabbing her hips, I hold her in place as the orgasm sweeps through her, leaving her sensitive and breathless and chanting my name. My tongue lazily laps at her, unhurriedly indulging in the sweet taste of her cum.

“Oh my God,” she cries out. “I think I’m going to fall on you.”

I can’t help but smile against her, but I squeeze her hips, letting her know I’ve got her. She slowly angles her leg over me and then collapses onto the mattress, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Fuck,” she breathes out. “I don’t know how, but the orgasms just keep getting better and better with you.”

My face splits into a huge smile. “It’s a good thing you don’t plan on getting them from anyone else,” I tease.

Turning on her side, Clementine props her head up with her hand. As if she just noticed her arousal on my lips, she traces the shape of them with her finger. “It’s a good thing you don’t plan on getting them from anyone else either.”

With only a hint of a smirk, her voice doesn’t hold the same humor as mine; it was more of a statement that bordered on a question, like she needs reassurance. And that bothers me.

“Hey.” I mirror her pose and lean in to kiss her. “Not only don’t I plan on getting them from anyone, I don’t want them from anyone else either. It’s just you, Clementine. I thought you knew that.”

Her gaze darts from my eyes to my mouth before it’s her turn to press her lips to mine. “I like tasting myself on you,” she murmurs.

“Are you distracting me?” I say, kissing her back.

“Trying and clearly failing.”

“Clementine,” I say firmly. “You know it’s just you, right?”

Her tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip. “I do.”

When the silence feels a little too long, I push. “But…”

“Some days it just all feels so surreal.” She gestures between us. “Being disgustingly happy is kind of new for me.”

I understand that more than she knows. A year ago, the only thing I was certain of was being Raine’s mother—it felt like there was nothing else more to me and there never would be.

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