Page 40 of Play the Field

Holding their back, I brought them to the edge of the bed where I gently set them on the mattress. There, Cleo looked up at me with disbelief. “Are we really doing this?”

Lowering my face to theirs, I let my hands rest against the bed. “I think so.”

“Me too.” Cleo smiled as they wrapped their hands around the nape of my neck and pulled me into the bed. Their dress was already riding up their legs, exposing the supple skin of their inner thighs.

My eyes weren’t sure where to land, all of them too enticing to look away.

But as we kissed, I let my hands explore for me. Under their clothes, I felt the soft curves I’d known for a decade. A moan escaped their lips as they felt my fingers.

Opening their eyes, they met my gaze as their hands reached to my chest where they slowly unbuttoned the topmost clasps ofmy dress shirt. I watched their face as they saw my body, my hair draping down and framing our faces as I hovered over them.

“God, look at you.” Cleo gasped as they brushed the shirt off my shoulder and off my arms.

Sitting upright, I let them watch on as I straddled their lap. Goosebumps rose from my skin under their gaze, familiar and thrilling all at once. I reached around my back and unclasped the lace black bra. As it fell off my body, Cleo’s chest stuttered.

“Is it what you expected?” I swallowed, nervous that they’d be disappointed.

Instead, Cleo sat up and kissed up my chest toward my neck. “I thought I knew you then. But this, this is the Cat I dreamed about every night for the last five years.”

My heart stopped for a moment as all the excitement rushed between my legs. I wasn’t sure how Cleo could be so stunning. While they kissed along my body, their hands cupped my back and held me close.

Rolling my head back, I moaned up to the ceiling. “You feel so good.”

Cleo smiled up at me before lying back, shifting their weight, and pulling the skirt of their dress out from under their ass. “Help me get this off.”

With a nod, I reached my hands down to the fabric and gently pulled it over their head. I was careful to hold the collar away from their face, not wanting them to get caught. Once it was off, I tossed it to the floor and looked down at them.

“Wow.” My eyes widened as I looked at the matching, floral bra and panty. The bra lifted Cleo’s breasts, making them impossible to miss while the panties came up high above their hips. I wasn’t even sure where to look as my center pulsed with anticipation.

Cleo bit their lip as I looked at them, nerves taking over. “What do you think?”

“You’re more stunning than I remember.” I managed before sinking my lips into their neck. When they moaned their approval, I allowed my teeth to slip into the skin.

“Fuck.” Cleo grunted at the feeling of my bite. “Touch me, please.”

Nodding, I brought my hand down their chest toward their stomach where I lightly traced the outline of their stomach. My fingers found the edge of the floral fabric and traveled over their mound toward the slit between their legs. Over the panties, I made wide circles with the tips of my fingers as I felt for their hardened clit.

A pleased groan escaped their throat when I found the pebble. I smiled up at them as I applied targeted pressure, my own clit beginning to throb.

Their body started to rock against my hand, helping me massage the perfect spot. But after a moment, Cleo grew frustrated by the fabric between our bodies. “I want this shit off.”

“Done.” I laughed as I hopped off of their lap and gripped the fabric with my fingers. Lifting their hips, Cleo used their hand to push the panties over their plump ass. As I pulled, the cotton stuck to their wet slit. “You’re excited already.”

With a nod, Cleo shrugged. “I’ve thought about this.”

I giggled as I pulled the panties down their legs. “Since I got back?”

Sitting up, Cleo’s hand moved to the black belt on my trousers. “No.”

My forehead wrinkled as I watched them release the metal prong holding the belt and my trousers in place. Smiling, Cleo licked their lips. “For the last five years.”

Just knowing they had wanted me all of those years was enough to send a jolt of electricity to my already pulsing center. I felt the pleasure soaking my panties as I shifted my weight.

Cleo wrapped their arms around my waist and pulled my exposed stomach closer. Kissing it, they used their long fingers to unclasp my pants and unzip them. The belt clattered with each movement. Looking down at the line of my black panties, Cleo licked their lips. “Can I take these off?”

Nervous, I looked at their gentle face and nodded. “Please.”

Cleo swallowed the lump in their throat before sliding the trousers and my black bikini-cut underwear down my legs. The fabric and the heavy bet smacked against the floor, but Cleo was undeterred. Instead, their hands moved down to cup my bare ass. Their grip was gentle but familiar, a warm spot forming on my body from their touch.

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