Page 20 of Clear Your Mind

“White.”

Grabbing a beer and a small bottle of white, I join her in the bed.

I crack open both and pass her the wine. She scoots up to lean against the padded headboard next to me.

“Cheers.” I take a long pull and she takes a tentative drink.

“Classy,” she jokes before leaning over me to set the bottle on the bedside table.

And just like that, sex is back to the forefront, but I tamp it down. I really want to cuddle and talk.

“That’s me, love. First class all the way. Mini bottles of cheap wine and all the streaming services you could ever want. What’s not to love? I cuddle, I eat pussy, and my bills are paid.”

While she’s laughing at my sales pitch, I snag the remote back from her side of the bed. “Rom-com or true crime?”

“Oh, tough call, but I’m going to say rom-com.”

We settle in and start the movie. Within five minutes, she has her delicate hand wrapped around my dick, stroking achingly slow and I have a handful of boob.

“So, are you going to trust me with your secrets?” I divert some blood to my brain and ask. The hand stills before resuming its maddening pace. I notice she’s looking everywhere but in my eyes.

“I…I don’t know. I’ve never told anyone the whole story.”

“Not even Faith?” I manage to ask as she squeezes my balls.

“No. I mean, she has the CliffsNotes version, but it’s not something I’m proud of.”

What the hell?

“If something happened to you…” Fuck, I can’t have a conversation when I’m riding the edge. I wrap my hand around her fist. With a tightening grip and an increase in pace, I’m ready to blow. “Lips.”

I command, and Krystal obeys. I devour her mouth as I use her hand to stroke me to completion. I come in what feels like endless spurts.

Both our hands are covered and sticky. I release hers and my dick without breaking the kiss. I grab her tit again and rub my cum into the nipple. She gasps into my mouth, breaking the kiss.

My gaze tracks down the exposed parts of her body. She looks like a wet dream. When she brings her hand to her mouth and sucks her fingers clean, my cock jerks with renewed interest.

Not able to resist, I drop my mouth to the peaked, glistening tip of the breast I just teased to life and thrust my fingers into her wet cunt.

Pumping my hand furiously, I feel hers join the party and play with her clit. I bite her nipple and her hips lever up from the bed in ecstasy. Krystal rides both our fingers through the aftershocks.

It takes a few moments, but we return to earth and relax in the afterglow.

“Do you have any idea how sexy that was?” she asks with a hint of awe in her voice.

“Everything we do is sexy, so I’m not sure what specifically turned you on, but I’ll damn sure put it in heavy rotation if it makes you this happy.”

“You tasting yourself off my body. Now I get why men enjoy it when women do it. I’ve never been with a man that comfortable with all aspects of his body and sex. That level of comfort is super sexy to me.”

My breath catches. Her thoughts tell me she might be open to exploring just about anything.

Not that it matters in the least, but I feel compelled to disclose parts of me I tend to hold close, so I blurt out. “I’ve been with men.”

Without missing a beat, she responds. “You don’t owe me or anyone else that information, but I love that you shared it with me.”

“So, what about you?”

“Oh, I’ve been with men too,” she jokes and we share a laugh. It goes a long way to relax me.

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