Page 62 of Jagged

"Me too." A tiny giggle escaped her when she sat and shoved two marshmallows on the ends of our sticks. "They're vegan so they melt a little differently, meaning, they don't actually melt all that much, but they taste about the same."

I laughed and nodded, accepting the graham cracker and chocolate chunk she handed me. We both set them on our laps, not caring one iota about the messiness of the situation.

She was right about the marshmallows, they warmed, but didn't melt the same as originals, but they smushed and melted just how I liked against the chocolate. She held hers to me in salute, and we touched marshmallows. The stickiness made a mess and we both laughed when we got stuck together for a moment.

"Amazing." I grinned and leaned forward to take a bite anyway.

She mirrored me and we cracked up through it. Crumbs from the cookie tumbled into our laps, and the chocolate melted down my fingers.

"Oh my goodness," she declared, snickering heavily. "What a mess."

The way she looked at me, how the fire danced in her playful eyes, pulled me in and I found myself initiating a kiss, capturing her in a sweep that left her smile landing on my lips. It seemed to ignite her passion and she rose against me, rolling to her knees to cup my face. For the first time in a while, I found myself rising in the same fashion. We knelt facing each other, our chocolatey sweet kiss colliding in eager grabs.

Clem's hands gripped the belt around my shorts, and my fingers encircled her wrists. I noticed right away that she didn't continue her pursuit, and for me, that triggered mine. I looped my finger around the button of her jeans and gave them a firm tug. I felt her lips part with the breath that escaped her, and the faintest nod moved her forehead against mine. I popped the button, released the zipper, then wrapped my arms around her middle to pull her closer to me. She melted in my arms, as if my body burned like a heated coil that snaked around a cone of ice. Her hands fell to my chest as she let out a soft breath against my mouth. No hesitation followed. I might've sucked at reading intricate social cues, but this didn't take any coding. I knew what she wanted, and I could handle that.

She gripped my shirt, tugging my bra under it as I palmed her firm rear. Her teeth raked her lip and again, she nodded as I caressed her in an eager foray across her curves hidden by the night and highlighted by the fire. My trek made it around her hips until I tugged down the zipper of her jeans and thrust my hand behind the fabric keeping her from me. A tiny whimper escaped her, and I paused. When I made to speak, she stopped me with a kiss as her hand wrapped my wrist. She pushed me downward, and it was all the affirmation I needed. Behind the thick band of her panties, my fingers collided with her soaked, smooth pussy. Her forehead landed on my shoulder as she raked her nails over my bicep, urging me onward. Clem's eagerness, lack of restraint, and full-bodied desire washed through me, and I ached to give her what she wanted.

I wasted not a second longer before my fingers stroked her folds in undulating pulsations. She held tighter to me, her hips rolling forward the moment I touched the very center of her. Her body pleaded with mine, it seemed, and I rose to the opportunity. I thrust myself inside her, two fingers to start, and she moaned against my neck. She clawed at me, her hips bucking hungrily even in the unusual kneeling position we remained in. I gripped her ass, squeezing her as I fought against the bindings of her clothes to give in to her needs. She didn't want gentle, her actions told me that, and when her teeth clamped my shoulder, I knew I was on the right path.

A tiny cry left her lips and her nails dug into my arm as she raked them down my flesh. Shivers flooded me as I broke out into a round of the best kind of goosebumps. Clem's body squeezed my fingers and the cry that left her tore me to bits. Wetness rushed my palm, and she quaked in front of me, her legs trembling as much as the rest of her. I lowered her to the blanket, my fingers still buried in her, and continued my heated pursuit of her pleasure. She used her thumbs to thrust her pants and panties down her thighs, then dropped her arm over her face as I leaned over her. She kissed me when I nipped her chin, then began working her hard and fast the way she seemed to demand. With one knee bent, she lifted her hips to me, nodding when I kicked up the pace. My heart raced, body throbbed, and I took in the sight of her pleasure-wracked body as I took her how she wanted. She cried out again, this time less restrained than before, when she came and I could hardly hold on to myself in sheer delight. I liked seeing the pleasure melt over her body, feeling her shuddering and shaking under me, and being squeezed by the heat of her. It mattered; it woke me up. She woke me up, and that mattered.

One, two, three more shouts and she covered her face with her hands as she gasped for breath. To my surprise, however, she didn't seem to tire. Instead, when I withdrew from her, she wriggled the rest of the way out of her pants, then turned on her belly. The hazy, dreamy-eyed gaze she tossed at me over her shoulder brought an immediate grin to my lips as I leaned over her, pressing my lips to her shoulder.

"Well, hi," I crooned as I gripped her ass firmly, and used my index finger to stroke her soaked pussy.

"Hi," she whispered, her cheeks bright red at this point.

I noticed she gulped, as if a bout of shyness suddenly stole her or if she feared that I would stop. I couldn't tell which, and so, I pressed my fingers into her again, this time from behind, while I dragged my teeth over her shoulder. Clem moaned and clawed at the blanket under us. The way she moved, demanded, and rushed toward release brought a new level of want and desire to me, too. I gave her what she wanted, how I wanted to, and she accepted my every affection.

We went on like this for ages, all night it seemed, until dusk warmed the horizon and peeked through the trees. By then, she'd shed all of her clothes, and I'd lost my shirt to the wilds. Sweat coated our bodies, despite the cooler air, while I devoured her. She bent backward over the bedroll we'd brought with us, leaving her hips upthrust and all of her exposed to me. Her toes curled in the air, and her legs trembled so hard that I thought she might lose her balance. This time when she cried out, her voice sounded ragged and spent, raspy with overuse. To me, she tasted as sweet as a summer fruit.

In our night together, my mind quieted, my heart settled, and no thoughts beyond our connection made it to my brain. I never realized I wanted something so much until I had it like this. Just like this.

She panted heavily, gasping for breath as she tapped her hand on the blanket a few times. I let up on her, and she covered her face as she seemed to collapse finally. Every bit of her trembled with loss of control, and I cautiously helped her lie flat on the blanket. I crawled over her, my hand running up the length of her body, before I cupped her pussy in my palm. Immediately she turned into me, her face buried against my chest as she heaved for breath. In all of this, I couldn't wipe the smile from my face, and despite her closed eyes, she appeared the same. I hugged her, wrapping her up in my arms as I kissed her cheek. She snaked her hands around me as they continued to shake, and her return embrace warmed me further.

Our bodies tangled in the gloam of morning as it broke for us, casting an orange ray across our torsos. We watched together, as the sun lifted itself above the trees, warming the dew from the grass around us. The fire smoldered to embers, and in the cadence of daybreak, we tumbled into the afters of sleep, and the holding of each other that accompanied it.

Chapter Nine

On the drive home, Clem let me take the wheel as she dozed on and off in the passenger seat with an ever-present half-smile settled on her lips. Her peacefulness matched mine, and the quiets of my insides became my conscious companion on the way. Despite her sleepiness, her warm hand rested on my thigh for the entire drive.

I pulled into her assigned parking space outside the building, and she roused as soon as the car stopped moving. She looked over at me, wide-eyed for a moment before a full smile broke out across her pretty lips.

"Hey, sleepy."

"Hi." She yawned, letting out a cute sound when she stretched. "If the spray from the nozzle of a spray can comes out round, how did you get your tag to be so sharp?"

"Huh?" Her topic jump or rather, her left-fielded question, caught me off guard. "Oh. Uh, that's kind of my thing. Making my tag, and sometimes other words, look like calligraphy pens. Sometimes it's how I interrupt the flow from the nozzle, other times I just swipe it with my finger to sharpen it up."

"Why do you do that for your tag?" She sat up then, adjusting her shirt as sleep slowly left her. Even in her groggy state, her sharp questions made me chuckle.

"I just like it, but partly because of something Detective Miller said to me when I was a kid."

"What'd she say?" she asked as we began unloading the car of essentials and perishables, opting to leave the rest for now.

"She said that just because my name is Jagger doesn't mean I need to change the last letter to D and define my life by it. That I might have jagged edges, but everyone does." I took her backpack from her when she appeared to struggle, and the daggers she sent at me for it made me back off. I held my hands up and backed away.

A smirk tugged the corner of her mouth as she tossed it over her shoulder. "She's right to have said that. Do you feel like jagged or Jagger now?"

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