Page 65 of Jagged

"Only at first." She snickered then, and slowly her hands fell to my chest as she palmed my breasts with caution.

"I'll miss more in time. Not my strong point."

"Same." She gazed down between us to where my shirt tickled the tiny bit of exposed skin where her shirt lifted. I rolled my body against her, colliding with the apex of her thighs. She gulped and when we looked at each other again, she nodded.

"I see. I'm afraid that I'm ill-prepared today. Didn't expect any of this…"

"Me either," she said, pursing her lips after. "But I wanted it."

"Did you?"

She nodded and now her fingers disappeared into my hair. I enjoyed the way her nails grazed my scalp as she flipped my longer strands over to one side, then stroked the undercut. "Yes."

"Do you still?"

"Yes."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." She smiled with her third yes, and with caution, our lips collided. At first gently, gingerly, and with restrained hunger.

I wanted her just the same. When I looked at her now, things in my brain felt different. It was almost like I could feel some type of brain juice blurting itself all over the nerve receptor things like some kind of shot of pleasant emotions. The way she moved, the curves of her body when she walked, the silhouette of her in the low light. All of it. Everything she did seemed incredible to me. Even if she punched me in the back of the head, I'd probably find a way to see the bright side of it. Not to say that I would've deserved it or anything toxic like that, but if it was at random, I might be able to embrace a silver lining. All of it had me twisted inside, and I couldn't quite understand why I felt this way. Why I enjoyed the heat of her against me or walking beside her or sharing things like food and drinks. I never did that. Not even with Tati. If I did, it was begrudgingly. Like I didn't mind giving someone my drink to sip, but I wouldn't necessarily drink from it again. With Clem, I didn't care at all. Not one bit. And the strangeness of that confused me.

But I wasn't confused about one thing. I was, indeed, attracted to her in all ways. Even when her put-off-ish demeanor led the way or when she said something so sharp that it should've stung, I still found myself intrigued. Right then, however, what I noticed the most is how her body felt under me, and the way she swallowed a gulp deeply.

I reached between us, gripping the waist of her jeans similar to last night. Her eyes remained locked on mine as I unfastened them. Her mouth fell open as her eyes scanned my face, her fingers moving along the curve of my jaw as her other hand slid behind my neck. She touched me with caution, with a restraint that I appreciated, but also enjoyed. It was almost as if she knew something about me she shouldn't.

Clem wasted no time wiggling out of her bottoms. Her panties followed, leaving her in only a pair of thin socks from the waist down. Last night in the darkness, I could hardly see her, but today in the morning light on the kitchen floor, the sharp curves of her pelvic bones and the smooth curves of her hips stole my attention for a moment. I caressed the length of her, from knee to hip, in a long, languid stroke. Her legs must've been half a size longer than mine, and I simply couldn't stop touching them. She was the essence of beauty, everything I appreciated about a woman's body, about her sexuality, and her confidence. She wasn't shy, at least not with me, and she knew what she wanted. That surety sparked trust, and I didn't question myself as much.

Her fingers gripped my hair, urging my focus back to her where she pulled me into a heated kiss. I shifted above her, cupping her pussy in my palm as she poked her tongue between my lips. It startled me at first, overwhelming my senses, but she slowed down when she seemed to notice. It passed in a fleeting second, and I allowed myself to lean into the connection. My insides warmed, sending a rolling heat over my shoulders, around my middle, to settle between my thighs. The newness of it both excited and terrified me. I leaned into the former, and allowed myself to tumble into the essence of her.

A soft moan left her against my lips when I rubbed my palm against her clit, though her reaction wasn't as strong as I expected. I shifted course, and repeated the gesture, but this time stroking the soaked core in a wavelike motion. Her stomach tensed, and she lifted herself to me as if demanding more. I gave in like I had last night and pressed two fingers into her. She accepted all of me, and the sound from her lips intensified. Unlike last night, I moved a little slower, building her up in a different way. Her feet writhed on the floor and her legs twitched around me. She intensified her kiss, and gripped a handful of my hair so tight it startled me.

I broke the kiss to gaze down at her. With her eyes half-lidded, her mouth dropped open and she gripped the center of my shirt. She gulped, licking her lips and nodding again as she thrust her hips upward toward my hand.

"More," she whispered, which sent the harshest, deepest shiver down my body.

I couldn't resist her and gave her what she wanted. Quick and firm, my fingers collided with her as she rolled her hips. She didn't want soft and gentle at the moment, she wanted hard and fast, and I obliged. Fucking hell, I joined her in it.

Clem's cries echoed in the kitchen as her body quaked under me. Her back arched, body tensed, and legs contorted as she came. She erupted under me, a shout leaving her through the length of her orgasm, accompanied with the sexiest parting of her lips that joined her release. Relief seemed to wash over her, and she lasted in that position longer than I expected. When I slowed down, she shook her head and bucked her hips harder. My stomach flip-flopped, my heart raced, and I continued to take her how she demanded. Her body squeezed my fingers, and she cried out again, her hands slamming on the floor when she lifted her knees.

"Jag, I—"

"I know. Good." I panted before raking my teeth over her neck

She shouted to the world around us then, and the hot, soaked rush that left her coated my palm. Her entire body shook, and she nearly screamed through it. She covered her mouth, hiding her face as she let herself fall into the intensity of her release. It radiated from her, in some sort of nuclear assault, rippling across time and space to collide with me. The ache in my pants grew to a point of uncontrollable, and my body broke with hers. A deep, unusually delicious orgasm caught me in its thralls, and I moaned against her neck.

When her arms wrapped around me, her body began to calm, and I slowed my movements in her. We both gasped for breath as we embraced, our hug tightening then. Clem hid her face against my shoulder, and I cupped the back of her head.

"My god, you're amazing," I whispered in time.

"Such a mess," she muttered, groaning as she covered her face.

"Legitimately my most favorite thing in the world right now. Fuckin' hell, Clem. I've never…not like that. Like this," I admitted, cupping the back of her head as I held her to me.

"Liar." She swatted my rear gently.

I chuckled and returned the gesture, albeit even more carefully. "I mean it. You're not the only messy one."

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