Her Naughty Holiday(22)

“I don’t like it at all,” he said, pushing his erection into her. “I love it. When did you buy this?” He hoped she’d say today, that she bought it just for him, but he had a feeling that wasn’t the case.

“After my surgery I went on a shopping spree.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he kissed her neck. “I bought something I couldn’t wear before when my breasts were too big. This is it. It’s been in the back of my closet since then.”

“You’ve never worn this before?”

“Never.”

“You got it out for me?”

“I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d make myself this ridiculous for.”

“You...” He tapped the end of her nose. “You have a strange idea of ‘ridiculous.’ Why do you feel ridiculous?”

“I’m just not a lingerie type. I’m a six-pack of cotton underwear from Target kind of gal.”

“You’d be beautiful in a burlap bag, but you are insanely beautiful in lingerie. You might feel ridiculous but you don’t look ridiculous. And you shouldn’t feel ridiculous dressing up or down for me. It’s what lovers do.”

“You’d put on lingerie for me?”

“I’d put anything on for you that you wanted. Name it. If they make it in my size, I’ll wear it if it turns you on.”

“You’re wearing my favorite of all your looks right now.”

“It is pretty comfortable,” he said. “You could wear this, too.” He slipped his fingers under the strap of her gown and slowly pulled it down her arm.

“Oh, no,” she said. “I worked up the courage to put this thing on for you. I’m not about to let you take it off me until I get some use out of it.”

“How long do I have to leave it on you?”

“Hmm...” She pursed her lips, tapped her chin, and looked so adorable he couldn’t stand it. “One hour.”

He turned his head and checked the cuckoo clock on the wall.

“It’s eighty thirty-five. By nine thirty-five I get to take this off you?”

She nodded. “In the meantime we have to find things to do that don’t involve me being naked. Any ideas?” she asked.

“One or two or a million. Let’s start with this one.”

He moved onto his side and put his hand under her gown, resting it on her stomach. He kissed her hard and heavily, mingling their tongues together as he cupped her between her legs with his palm. For a long time he did nothing but kiss her and press his hand gently and rhythmically against her. Her body warmed to his touch and her panties grew damp as he teased her through the thin lace. If she wanted to torture him by keeping her clothes on for a full hour, he would find a way to torture her back in the sweetest ways possible.

He lowered his head and kissed her breasts through the fabric of her gown, blowing hot air on her nipples and watching them harden through the silk. He kissed the soft tops of her breasts as he made tiny circles around her swollen clitoris with his fingertip. Clover’s chest rose and fell over and over with her shallow breaths. He glanced up once to look at her and saw her head lying back on the pillow, her eyes closed. She was the very picture of a woman lost in erotic pleasure. As much as he wanted to be inside her, Erick also wanted to make her come first to prove to her that a little slip of silk and lace wasn’t about to get in his way. Through the silk he sucked on her nipple while pulling the fabric of her panties to the side.

“You’re soaking wet,” he said into her ear. “Did you know that?”

“I assumed so... I mean, you’re here, so of course I am.”

“Of course you are.” He felt inordinate male pride at her words. Of course she was wet. He was there. Of course...

“That explains why I’m rock hard,” he said. “You’re here.”

“I love it when you’re hard.”

“I love it when you’re here.”

She looked at him through eyes half-closed in ecstasy and smiled. Such a smile should have gone straight to his groin. But instead he felt that smile in his heart. He cared for this woman, already. Before this week he’d adored her for what she’d done for his daughter. Now he simply adored her. And it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that when Clover raised her hips imploringly and whispered a soft “Please...”

He pushed his finger inside her and her head fell back on the bed again. A whole hour before he could strip her naked and fuck her like he needed to...a whole hour... He could spend half of it doing just this, massaging her inside. Her vagina was hot to the touch, slick with her arousal. He slid his finger up the front wall, watching her face the entire time, looking for hints of pleasure or displeasure. He wanted to know what made her tick, what felt good to her, what didn’t. He wanted to know her inside and out but right now the inside of her was his top priority.

He felt a soft hollow and pushed his fingertip into it. Clover inhaled sharply and he caught the ghost of a smile on her lips. He did it again and she inhaled again. He pushed a second finger into her and she opened her legs wider to give him more room to move in her. It was such a simple thing, spreading for him, and yet it drove him wild with desire and need. Did Clover have any idea how sexy she was like this—spread out under his hand, wet and hot and open to him and for him?

“I love it when you spread for me,” he whispered in her ear. She shivered at his words. “It’s killing me not to fuck you right now.” He rubbed that soft hollow with his fingertips.

“It won’t kill you.”

“It might kill me. But what a way to go.”

She grinned with her eyes closed. He rubbed her a little harder, made the circle a little larger. The grin disappeared.

“Erick—” She gasped his name and it was the sexiest word she could have spoken right then.

“I want you to come on my fingers. Will you do that for me?” he asked. “Pretty please...”

She gave a low sexy laugh. “As long as you keep doing that I will. Promise.”

“I wouldn’t stop fucking you with my fingers if the world ended outside this house. Take your time to come for me, but when you come, come hard.”

Erick wanted her to come but he was in no hurry to stop. He moved in and out of her with his fingers, stroking them along her inner walls, going deep before settling in again in that spot that made her so breathless when he touched it. At first he touched and massaged it gently and slowly, but as Clover’s shallow breaths turned into soft moans, he rubbed hard and pushed deeper into that spot, deeper and harder, harder and deeper. Clover opened her thighs even wider and pumped her hips into his hand and it was so sexy he could have come from watching her alone. A million erotic fantasies ran through his mind as he fucked her with his fingers. He wanted to rip her panties off, flip her onto her hands and knees and ram his cock into her from behind. He wanted to brace her against the wall, fucking her with her legs wrapped around him. He wanted to eat her pussy until she screamed. He wanted her mouth wrapped around his cock as he came deep in her throat. He wanted to spend the rest of his life inside her body.

The rest of his life?

Clover gasped his name again and her shoulders came off the bed as she came with an orgasm so powerful he could feel every muscle inside her gripping his fingers. Wetness poured out of her and onto the sheets underneath. Involuntarily her legs closed, trapping his hand inside her, which he didn’t mind one bit.

“Good girl...” He kissed her on the lips. She didn’t return the kiss but he took that as a compliment. If he’d come as hard as she just had, he’d need a minute or more to recover, too.

“Good girl?” she panted. “Not bad girl?”

“There’s nothing bad about what we just did,” he said.

“Feels so wicked.”

“Good wicked.”

“Wicked good.”

“That’s it,” he said, kissing her again, and this time she returned the kiss with equal ardor.

“That was incredible,” she said as she lowered her head back to the bed. “I didn’t know my body could do that.”

“It was pretty incredible. But I do have one question for you.”

“Ask me anything.”

“Are you going to give me my hand back?”

She looked down where his hand was still trapped between her thighs, his fingers still inside her.

“No,” she said.

“That’s fine. It’s better off where it is.”

Laughing sheepishly, she spread her legs again and Erick slipped his fingers out of her.

He glanced over his shoulder at the cuckoo clock on the wall again.

“Only nine,” he said. “What are we going to do for another thirty-five minutes?”

“I have an idea.”

“Does it involve my cock?”

“It does.”

“Say no more. I’m already sold on this idea.”

“I can’t say any more about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” she said as she pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs, “my mouth is full.”

She lowered her head and licked him from the base of his cock to the head. He groaned and she giggled and it was the sweetest combination of sounds he’d ever heard. This woman...this incredible woman...so innocent, so erotic, and all at once. Where had she been all of his life? Oh, yeah, right there, under his nose.