Page 78 of Jagged

"Social cues are not my strong point so I've found direct communication is the best course of action," she said, matter-of-factly. "And I like sex. I like having sex with you. You're quite good at it."

"Am I?" I laughed uncomfortably and she grinned.

"You are."

"Only because you know what you like…"

"Yes, but that's the balance, isn't it?" She rested her hands on my chest as her fingers moved in gentle strokes.

"It is." I pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead. "And I like when you tell me."

"Even if it's crass?"

I nodded, a shiver racing through me when the echoes of some of her previous requests made it to my memory. "Yes. I do."

"Good." She pulled me into a hug, then melted into the pillows when I laid myself on top of her. "Because I like you on top and I like when you make me lose myself to you," she whispered against my ear.

"You're very good at that." My body burned from the inside out, starting from the place behind the zipper of my jeans and radiating upward.

"Shh." She pressed her finger to my lips and grinned. "It's a secret."

I laughed and nipped her finger. "I have something you might like."

"What?" Her brows flicked upward as she released me to fall back into the pillows and twirling her hair around her finger.

I glanced down to the space between us where the blankets bunched around my middle. I moved off her, holding myself in a pushup above her, nose to nose. She chuckled and watched me until I lowered myself down on top of her, my pelvis pressing hers first. With the blankets still between us, I wasn't sure she could feel all of me, but I stayed there.

When I didn't move she wiggled under me until her brows flicked upward and a pause befell her. Again, she shimmied until her smile broadened.

"Like that?" I asked, my lips brushing hers then.

She nodded and a shiver raced over her, bringing goosebumps to her skin.

"Want it?"

Again, she nodded and chewed her bottom lip so hard I worried she might bite it off. I brushed my thumb over her chin, then smooched her cheek as I leaned over and tapped the mounted screen on her nightstand. The triangle button appeared in the center, and I hit play on the music we'd listened to earlier that night. The playlist shuffled to song beats that seemed to match the mood of the moment.

I rolled up to kneel and release the button of my pants. Clem unbuttoned her shirt while she watched me, letting it fall open casually. No bra hid her from me, and I simply reveled in her forward readiness.

"Never seen one like that," she said, her hands on my hips as she caressed the tight boxers that hugged my lower half while supporting the purple contoured strap-on in the front. "So much better than the ones with all the strings."

"To be honest, it's the first time I'm using one like this and I really like the idea of it. Willing to see how it performs for us?" I caressed her arms and she nodded enthusiastically.

"I am." She ran her hands up the front of my T-shirt, pushing it up a bit stroke my sides. Her eyes wandered over me, seemingly taking me in.

I nudged her chin so she'd look up at me, and again, she bit her lip while holding my gaze for a fraction of a second. I leaned down to kiss her, then helped myself to handfuls of her breasts. The gasp that left her ended the kiss almost as fast as it started. My thumbs brushed her firm nipples and I felt her body shudder under me. Her reaction caused a shockwave of shivers through me. I used my knees to urge the blankets from her body and she tilted her head back when I revealed her to me. Her overheated body pressed against mine and I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

A soft moan left her and I felt her thighs clench under me. With her warm reception, I kissed my way down her body, and the moment my mouth met her stomach, I couldn't slow myself down. The urge to devour her, take her, and hear her shouts overcame me. No waiting happened, no slowness, and most importantly, no doubts as I found myself tumbling between her thighs. She grabbed a handful of my hair when I placed a long lick against her soaked pussy at the same time that I rolled her nipples again. She pulled my hair, and parted her thighs in a welcoming bow. Her sweetness enticed me, reminding me of a luscious honied nectar gifted only to me. Lust overtook me, and she met me there with eager pushes and pulls of her own. My mouth devoured her, tongue lashed her, and my fingers invited her to come to me the way I knew she loved. Her shouts, her writhing, and the way her body arched as she came under my affections drove me to the edge and I felt the raging inferno spread in me as well.

I couldn't hold myself back, allowing whatever instincts that possessed me to take over. She soaked my palm, and I kept working her until I managed to quickly move above her, replacing my fingers with the slippery tip of the dildo between us. She scratched her nails down my arms when I held myself above her again, then allowed my pelvis to collide cautiously with hers. A deep-chested cry left her and she nodded again, tearing at my shirt as if to pull me closer or deeper. I didn't think, didn't feel beyond the connection we shared, and my middle took over as naturally as anything. My hips thrust against hers, and her bucking hips demanded more, faster or harder or something in between, but I let her take it and gave her what I could.

I dropped down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth as I pounded against her, reveling in the way the base of the toy jolted my clit. The succulent burn of arousal that threatened pleasure gripped me, and I found myself succumbing to it, the harder and faster I took her.

She sucked in her breath suddenly, her body tensing as she tore at the sheets until a guttural moan left her lips, a smile accompanying the release that caught her. She didn't stop bucking against me, and the wetness that burst from her spilled warmth between us. I loved it when she lost herself so completely and the images of her drowned me as I came along with her. A long, slow, rising orgasm that the friction of our lust developed like a snap-shot photo. It lasted minutes it seemed, for both of us, until we slowed to heated breaths.

Clem wasn't finished, however. After a momentary pause, she nudged my shoulders and I slipped from her, holding myself above her to allow her the space she needed. She turned on her belly, slid her hands under the pillows then buried her face in it. The way she lifted her hips, pressing her rear against me, spoke all the cues I needed, and I obliged to taking her from behind.

Feral was the only word to describe us that night. Perhaps primal or hungry might work, too. The way we touched, kissed, hugged, and enjoyed each other became the easiest thing in the world. I didn't have to think, analyze, wonder. I simply went with it, moved with the flow of our emotions and energy, and it was the easiest thing in the world.

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