Her Naughty Holiday(10)
“I don’t know about that.”
“I know about it,” he said, stroking her cheek. “I’m older and wiser, right?”
“I didn’t say you were wise.”
“It was implied.”
“You make me feel young,” she said. “That’s all. In the good way. In the ‘nervous to be making out with a guy’ way.”
“That’s a good way to be nervous. But I’d rather you be relaxed than nervous. I don’t want to scare you.”
“You don’t.” She shook her head. “It’s not fear. It’s...excitement.”
“No, this is excitement.” He pressed his erection into her thigh again. She inhaled sharply and clung tighter to his shoulders.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want to touch you very much. Can I, please?”
“That’s the politest way any woman has ever asked to rub my cock in my life. Your manners are impeccable, Ms. Greene.”
“My parents raised a lady.”
“Does that mean you’ll stick your pinky out while you’re stroking me off?”
“Probably.”
“This I’ve gotta see.”
Erick rolled onto his back and underneath the covers pulled off his underwear and tossed it across the room. He lay flat on his back with his hands behind his head...waiting.
“O...kay...” she said. “You are naked in my bed.”
“I can put my watch back on if you want.”
“No. Naked is good. But can I turn off the light?”
“If it makes you feel better.”
“It would.”
She switched off the lamp and slowly scooted across the sheets toward him. He put one arm around her back and slid even closer to her.
Without saying another word, he kissed her. It was a deep, long, sensual kiss, much deeper and harder than he’d kissed her before. With the lights off, everything seemed to mean more, to matter more. They were no longer playing. And Erick was naked, completely, not even wearing that smile. She took a ragged breath as she placed her hand on the center of his chest. It pleased her to feel how hard his heart beat against her hand. He was nervous/scared/excited, too.
Tentatively she slid her hand down his chest to his stomach and stopped there while he kissed her neck under her ear.
“Take your time,” he whispered. “I have all night.”
“Thanks for being understanding,” she said.
“I don’t know why you’re so nervous with me but it doesn’t matter. You set the pace. I’m just happy to be here.”
“Are you? Happy, I mean?”
“As happy as I’ve been in a long time.”
Clover slipped her hand under the sheet and wrapped it around his erection. Erick took a quick breath in.
“Okay,” he said. “Now I’m happy.”
She smiled but didn’t say anything. She wanted to concentrate on the task at hand. The very pleasant task at hand. Gently she ran her hand over the length of him a few times just to get the feel of him. He was incredibly hard from base to tip, so hard she felt his cock pulsing against her palm. He was big, not huge but definitely a good size. She imagined putting it inside her and knew it would fill her and stretch her and she’d love every inch of it. But not yet. She wasn’t ready for that yet. Was she? If they had sex he’d probably want her to take all her clothes off and that would be awkward. But maybe not. But probably so. She was overthinking it again and forced herself to concentrate only on Erick’s beautiful body and forget about hers.
She squeezed him lightly and watched his face to see what happened. He must have liked it because his head fell back and his throat jumped like he’d had to take a quick breath or swallow hard. Even in the dark she could see his lips were slightly parted and she could hear him panting as she stroked him, lightly at first but then harder as it became clear to her he liked what she was doing. Down and up and down and up...she slid her hand down and up him again and again. Erick reached over his head and gripped her headboard with one large hand. He moved his hips with her hand, lifting them as she stroked downward and pulling back when she stroked up. It was obscene, watching him move like that, like he was fucking her hand. He was fucking her hand and she could tell he would come soon if she didn’t stop. She had no intention of stopping.
“You should maybe stop,” Erick said, and his voice was tight and hoarse, like it hurt to talk.
“Why?” she asked, her hand still on him but no longer moving.
“When I get close to coming I say really inappropriate things. And you’re getting me there.”
“Inappropriate how? We’re in bed together. Unless you start spitting out math formulas or threatening to assassinate world leaders, I don’t know what you’d say that would be inappropriate.”
“I have a very dirty mouth. You don’t know how dirty.”
“Can I find out how dirty? Now you’ve got me curious.”
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“You warned me,” she said. “Can I keep going now?”
“God, yes, and please and thank you. But lick your hand first. Wet helps.”
“Lick my hand?”
“See? It’s already happening.”
“I’ve never licked my own hand before,” she said as she licked her palm. “I mean, unless there was chocolate on it.”
“Maybe next time.”
She felt more confident this time when she wrapped her fingers around him. Clover had no doubt in her mind at all he was enjoying himself and, more specifically, enjoying her as she enjoyed him. She started slow again, massaging him and working her way up the shaft and down to the base with a firm grip. As she slid her hand up again she pulled him very gently and he let out a soft groan from the back of his throat.
“Fuck, that feels good... I want to pound your pussy so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Wow,” she said, blinking. “You weren’t kidding.”
“It just comes out,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t say you’re sorry. It was...sexy. Intense but sexy.”
“Don’t take it literally,” he said, panting. “I’m not trying to fuck you. These are fantasies, not orders.”
“I like your fantasies,” she said, surprised by how much she did like it.
“Good, because if you keep doing that I’ll keep talking.”
“Keep talking,” she said. “Please keep talking...”
She rubbed him harder now and he ground his hips up and into her hand. He seemed to really like the pulling maneuver so she did it again and was rewarded with a “Fuck” and “God, I want you to ride my cock.”
She swirled her fingers around the tip and then tugged lightly on the whole shaft.
“If you’re as wet as I am hard, you’re drowning over there,” he said.
She opened her fingers to knead him. Clover felt breathless and shaky and if she wasn’t careful, she was about to start saying a few things herself.
“I want to fill all your holes up with my come.”
Every dirty little thing he said kicked her body temperature up another degree and another. She couldn’t remember being this turned on in her life. Nobody had ever said this sort of stuff to her before. Instead of being shocked by it, she was aroused, incredibly aroused. She was wet, she did want him inside her and she did want him to come in her over and over again. She wished she could tell him that the way he told her everything he was feeling, but the words were trapped in her brain so she told him how much she wanted him with her touch.
His chest rose and fell rapidly. His head fell back on the pillow. He was the most erotic, sexy, sensual, dirty-mouthed man she’d ever known, and if she could just tell him that, everything would be better.
“Say something, Clover,” he said, and she heard the plea in his voice. “I’m feeling alone over here.”
“I...”
“Say something. Anything.”
“I want you,” she said.
“How? Where?”
“Inside me. Deep.”
She saw the outline of his smile.
“Good,” he said. “You should.”
“I mean it, Erick,” she said. She loved the sound of his name on her lips. “That wasn’t a fantasy. I’m asking you to do it.”
“Asking me to what? Say it. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“I want you inside me. Please.”
“Tongue, fingers, cock?”
“All of them. But cock first.”
“Now?”
“Please—”
He moved so fast she was on her back before she could say “and thank you.”
She lifted her hips to help him slide her panties off. This was insane. They’d only had their first kiss three hours ago. But she felt like a runaway train, no stopping her or him or them or this. And she didn’t want it to stop. Not now. Not ever.
Erick pushed her thighs apart with his knees and took his cock in his hand.
“Are you wet enough?” he asked.
“Drowning.”
He braced himself over her and she lay flat on the bed beneath him, ready and eager and waiting. She flinched in pleasure as the tip of his penis grazed her swollen clitoris.
“Wider,” he said, and she lifted her knees and spread her thighs. He pushed the tip through her wet folds and entered her. As he lowered himself onto her, his cock went deeper inside her. She heard a moaning sound, low and dirty, and realized it was coming from her.