Page 147 of Brazen Mistakes

Every touch of hers is worth whatever the fuck happens after.

We roll so she’s flat on her back, and I lap at one nipple, then the next, enjoying the way she squirms, the little noises she makes that tell me what I’m doing is working for her.

It’s working for me too.

So well, I have to clench her waist to keep from touching myself and ruining it.

Trailing my tongue down to her bellybutton, I draw a damp circle, and when she groans my name, my damn dick twitches.

Sinking lower, I get to the sweet heat of her, her arousal practically pooling as I lap that up too, humming with delight as she rocks against my tongue.

I don’t tease her for long. I can’t, I’m too close, but I lap at her clit until she’s making strangled noises, her thighs clenching under my palms. Then I inch back up her body, finding her panting, eyes half open as she drags me to her mouth, our kiss burning with need.

She pulls back, head tilted. “Are you sure?” she asks, a hint of worry on her brow.

“Completely.”

The worry vanishes, and I sit back on my heels, cock in hand as I stare at her, hair sprawled across the mattress, panting because of what I’ve done to her. Me.

Feeding my cock into her heat is the best torture, hot and wet and so goddamn tight that I forget to breathe, only able to take tiny shifts in and out as I brace myself above her.

Her fingers dig into the muscles of my back, her pelvis rocking, pulling me deeper with every movement, and it’s all I can do not to come before I’m all the way in. But I make it. Barely.

Pausing, I stare down at her, and she seems to know I need a moment, her hands cradling my face, something soft and hopeful about her gaze. She traces my lips, my cheeks, and if I weren’t working so hard not to move a single muscle, I’d do the same to her, becoming intimately familiar with thecreases of her lips, with the smattering of dark freckles under her ear, the whimpers she makes as I twitch inside of her.

“I want you, RJ. Don’t hold back on me.”

A humorless laugh burbles up in me. “I want this to be good for you.”

“AndIwant this to be good foryou.”

After a pause, she gives me a look that might make me nervous if it were anyone besides Clara. “I can get myself off. Don’t worry about me.” Her hands stroke down my chest, and I press into her, not able to keep still as they slide lower. She feathers soft kisses across my skin. “Then you can focus on you and not worry about me.”

“This is not a conversation I wanted to have right about now, Clara.”

She rocks into me, her hand slipping between the two of us, two of her fingers bracketing my cock and squeezing so gently, but I groan, as it’s almost too much.

“I don’t see it that way,” she says, teasing where the two of us are joined. “How are we going to have excellent sex if we don’t figure out how to get there? I want you to come so hard you pass out. And apparently you want the same from me. So let’s make that happen.”

“Fuck,” I groan, the back of her hand brushing against me.

She lets out a sigh, her legs falling farther open, and I end up staring at where we’re joined, her fingers making slow circles of her clit. “I don’t want to come before you,” I mutter.

“Then wait. And if you can’t, let me know.”

I swallow, nodding, transfixed by watching her get herself off while I slowly move inside her. And it’s better than anything I could have imagined. We continue like this, mybare movements keeping me right at the edge, her tempo of strokes picking up. Then whatever muscles she has in there clench, and I have to close my eyes, the view plus the sensation overwhelming.

“I’m close,” I bark out, and when I blink my eyes open, she’s gripping one breast, pinching her nipple just the way she’d described on the phone, so hard it looks like it should hurt, but then she moans, her muscles squeezing me so hard I can barely pull out at all, and slamming back in is a fight that throws me over the edge with her.

Curses and praise come in equal measure as I unload into her, both of us seeming to feed off of the other, my arms shaking, barely able to hold myself safely above her.

Then she’s wrapping her arms and legs around me, collapsing me on top of her, kisses trailing up the side of my neck as I almost black out from how fucking good that was.

It seems to last forever, every clench of her muscles making my dick jump, and each spasm from me causing a corresponding squeeze from her. Blinking against the darkness pulling me under, I press my lips to her cheek before giving in to gravity and letting her and the mattress take all my weight. And instead of complaining, she sighs, drawing patterns on my back.

Quiet hums as we both return to something more normal.

More normal, but somehow changed.

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