Page 41 of Play the Field

“Cleo…” I moaned as my head rolled back.

“Yes, Catherine?” They looked up at me, their mouth lingering around the trimmed hair near my slit.

My eyes closed as I felt their warm breath linger near my clit. Like a gentle lullaby, Cleo whispered, “I really missed you.”

I felt like someone was sitting on my chest as the words left their lips. Sinking my fingers into their blonde, wavy bob, I smiled. “I missed you too.”

Cleo licked their lips as they brought their face closer to my pulsing clit. Their hands kept gripping my ass, pulling me closer. They took one more look up at my face before burying their face between my legs. Starting with gentle kisses, Cleo slowly let their tongue peek out from between their lips.

With each flick, their tongue pushed back my hood and grazed my sensitive bead.

Swallowing hard, my legs began to tremble. I felt myself grow more and more slick with each passing second, afraid the pleasure was going to start dripping down my leg.

When Cleo sunk their tongue fully into my folds, cleaning up my excitement like they could read my mind, a primal grunt rumbled from their mouth into my folds.

They let their mouth explore me, reminding themselves of how I felt and tasted. Looking down at their face, I watched as they took me in. My grip on their hair grew tighter as they increased the pressure on my clit.

It wasn’t long before I wanted more of them. Using the fistful of hair, I gently pulled their head away from my slit. “Cle, lie back.”

Nodding, Cleo licked my pleasure off of their lips as they rested their back against the plush mattress. Once they were comfortable, I pulled their floral panties out from under their ass and peeled them off of their legs. As soon as the fabric moved, a waft of sweet pleasure hit my nose.

My pulsing clit ached to touch them. Dropping the underwear to the floor, I lowered myself on top of Cleo. I looked into their blue eyes as I brought my thigh between their legs, feeling the slick excitement against my bare skin.

I couldn’t bring myself to look away from them, instead, I kept my eyes open and watched as I thrust my thigh into them.

Staring back into mine, Cleo whimpered. “Cat, please.”

“Please what?” I lowered my head to Cleo’s ear.

Their breathing grew ragged as excitement took over their body. “Touch me like we never stopped.”

Lifting my face to theirs, I nodded. “Okay, baby.” It was exactly what I wanted too, to be close to them the way we had been all those years ago; like no time had passed between us at all.

Not needing more instructions, I leaned onto my elbow and brought my hand down to their slick center. Quickly, I found their clit and massaged between their folds. Using my thigh, I pressed my hand into their hard bead.

“Yes,” Cleo whispered as their head pressed into the mattress.

Not wanting to deny them what they’d asked for, I let my fingers explore down the slick folds. I groaned as my fingers slid along their center, letting my head fall to their shoulders. They brought a hand up to my scalp and brushed the long brown hair from my face, burying their hand in my scalp.

Finding their entrance, I let my finger tease it. I opened my eyes to peek into theirs as they gasped for air. With a grin, I let a finger sink into their center. A moan left my lips as I felt how slick they were for me.

“Oh, Cleo.” My face scrunched up as I sunk my finger another knuckle deep.

Rocking along my hand, Cleo held me close. “That’s not how you used to.”

With a cheeky grin, I let out a deep rumble of a chuckle. “Is that right?”

When they nodded back to me, I pulled my finger out a little and added another finger. I hadn’t expected them to be so eager to receive me. But as I slid back inside their soaked entrance, Cleo grunted. “That’s better.”

Finding our rhythm, I gently massaged their G-spot. With each caress of my fingers, Cleo’s body rocked against mine harder. They held my head close to their chest as I fucked them. After a minute, Cleo brought their other hand to my center.

“Fuck.” I grunted as I felt their hand sink between my folds to massage my pulsing clit. The shudder their touch sent through my body was enough to press my fingers even deeper inside Cleo.

Looking into each other's eyes, we started to breathe in sync. Our bodies intertwined, unsure where Cleo started and I ended. But I felt every single caress of their fingers on my excited clit.

Our bodies grew warm as they pressed together, a light sweat dampening our skin as we thrust into each other.

“Cat, make me come.” Cleo whimpered as their hips started to rock harder against my hand. The folded knuckles of my other fingers pressed into their clit as they trembled against me.

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