Page 57 of Courting Clemson

“I use a ton of moisturizer,” she answered while sitting up. “Are you sure you want to do more? I feel so greedy.” Her smile was shy, but she didn’t cover her body while we spoke.

“Oh, trust me, it’s completely my pleasure. Lie back,” I instructed and didn’t miss her rough swallow at my direct instruction.

Interesting. I couldn’t help but wonder how much more of a dominant hand she was craving. Maybe unknowingly, even.

When she was back in position on the table, I surveyed her from head to toe. I made a point to take my time and let her anticipation build before returning my hands to her glorious body.

But first, I had to kiss her.

She looked up at me with impossibly wide eyes.

I approached slowly, making my intention clear and giving her an opportunity to slow things down.

Instead, she reached her arms toward me and encircled my neck when I was within reach.

With me looming over her, we kissed for long minutes. I returned to massaging her arms and shoulders while exploring her mouth. I trailed kisses along her jaw to back behind her ear, and she undulated beneath my touch.

“Feel good?” I asked. Goaded, really.

“Sooooo good. My God, so good.”

“I don’t want to get oil on your lingerie,” I said. We both knew it was an excuse to get her out of the last two pieces of clothing she wore, but I wasn’t above the ploy.

Seductively, she slid her bra straps down her arms and then executed that magical little number of steps a woman knew precisely how to get that damn thing off.

The combination of her age and level of physical fitness produced the most beautiful, natural set of breasts I’d ever seen. They weren’t too big or too small and sat high on her chest. The stark contrast between where her skin had been bronzed by the sun and where she remained incredibly pale beneath a bathing suit was so incredibly sexy.

I traced the outline of her tan, first with my hands, and then with my mouth.

Clemson was completely onboard with my attention. She arched into my mouth when I covered her nipple with rough suction, moaning in that husky alto voice of hers.

My cock was begging for attention too, leaving a damp reminder of how desperate I was getting.

Unless she fully begged me, I vowed to make this night completely about her pleasure. I continued the pretense of the massage, moving gently down her abdomen and the length of her legs.

“Fuck, girl, these legs,” I groaned while imagining them wrapped tightly around my waist while I drove into her—then up on my shoulders as I went deeper still. I had to put a stop to that wild fantasy or I’d embarrass myself and come in my jeans. Not the way I wanted her to remember this evening.

She shocked me—and thrilled me—when she lifted her hips off the table and hooked her thumbs into the side bands of her panties and pulled them down. I was all too happy to help her out of them the rest of the way. And I couldn’t help but notice the dampness of the little cotton scrap when I tugged them over her ankles and dropped them to the floor beside my feet.

As I suspected, her body was free from hair. Everywhere but the goddess-like crown of blond waves on top of her head. Now, all that silky hair was fanned out, hanging down toward the floor over the table’s face rest.

“Are you comfortable, baby?” I purred, soaking in the glory of her nudity.

The girl could pose for artists as the perfect female form. She was simply breathtaking.

“I’m so good right now,” she said through a sexy little grin. “Please don’t stop,” she said quieter, a bit shyly again.

What man in his right mind would deny this girl anything she asked for?

“Oh, I’m not stopping. Can I make you come?” I asked while my massaging neared the juncture of her thighs. Over and over, I made long, firm strokes from her ankles to her pussy, stopping just before touching the special place.

With her eyes locked on mine, she gave me a quick nod. I didn’t waste time setting to my mission. I’d dreamed about her coming more times than I’d ever admit. The sounds she would make in that sultry voice, the expression on her gorgeous face, even watching as every strong muscle contracted and relaxed as she experienced the pleasure. Now, I couldn’t wait to find out how close to the truth I’d come.

Instead of moving directly to her pussy, I worked my way there, ramping up her desire and anticipation so by the time I did touch her pink folds, she let out a cry that bounced around the room a few times.

She slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her sound, and I gently pulled it away.

“Oh no, darling. I want to hear every bit of that,” I said with a mischievous grin. “It’s like a symphony to my ears.”

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