Page 62 of Unlikely
The big and the small and everything in between.
Clementine cries against my lips, her orgasm taking us both by surprise. Her body shudders as she tightens around my fingers, her hard clit pulsating against my thumb.
Her fingers fumble as her body goes lax, and I replace her digits with my own, mixing her arousal with mine.
“Fuck, I’m sor?—”
I kiss away her apology because I don’t need it. It has no place here, because give and take comes in so many different ways and wants. This included.
Her mouth is hard against mine, unhinged almost, like even though she just came, she still somehow can’t get enough.
My lips falter, a loud moan leaving my mouth when she unexpectedly slides her own finger against mine, pushing it inside me.
“Oh my God,” I pant.
“I want to see you fuck yourself on our fingers.” It’s more demand and less request, and I’m happy to oblige. She looks down between us, and my gaze follows.
My hips rock as our fingers move, back and forth, in and out, wetness smeared all over them.
I’ve never felt so complete as incomprehensible words slip from between my lips. My body trembles as the orgasm rapidly courses through me, completely obliterating me. My legs automatically slam together, but Clementine stops me.
“I’m not done,” she murmurs, eyes still fixated on my pussy. She slides her finger out and mine follow, but she’s quick to bring both our hands up between us.
Neither of us miss the glisten that coats our fingers, and when Clementine puts all three digits in her mouth, a familiar heat stirs in my belly.
“I think I’ve created a monster,” I whisper.
She smiles smugly around our fingers before slipping them out of her mouth. “But I’myours, right?”
She is definitely mine, and everything we share in this bed is ours. My heart trips over itself hearing her acknowledge something she wasn’t so sure of only a day ago.
“We have to get up now, don’t we?” She sighs.
“I think we can at least squeeze in a shower together before we rush off and it feels like this weekend never happened.”
She beams at me as I take her hand and drag us both out of bed. The shower is supposed to be quick, but we can’t help ourselves from the wordless appreciation that takes place between us as we wash one another.
After rubbing shower gel over every inch of her body, I shampoo and condition her hair. It’s the way she softens as someone takes the time to prioritize her that has me taking my time.
She rinses herself under the spray and my gaze follows her, entranced and enchanted. She runs her hands over her wet locks, pushing them out of her face, before walking me back until I’m one with the cool shower wall. Her hands are pressed against the tiles, one on each side of my head. “I want to take care of you the same as you take care of me.”
“You want to wash my hair and body?”
She rolls her eyes and steps closer to me, one of her hands curling around the side of my neck. “Obviously, I can do that, but you know that’s not just what I mean.”
I don’t know why the words and her intentions surprise me, but my chest aches in longing for mornings that start like this and days full of what she’s offering. It’s not that I need someone to take care of me, I’ve done well on my own, but her simple desire towantto do that for me, has warmth filling my chest.
“You think just because you say that you want me to be yours, it doesn’t go both ways?”
I slide my hands around her waist, closing the space between us completely, our wet bodies flush against one another. “I’m yours, huh?”
“Absolutely.” Her gaze darts to my lips and back to my face. “And if there’s one thing I know how to do well, it’s take care of what’s mine, okay?”
“Okay,” I say softly. “Take care of me, then.”
She kisses me quickly before squeezing a generous amount of shower gel into her hands, rubbing them together to create some suds. She foregoes the loofah and explores every curve and dip of my body with her hands.
My eyes flutter close as I relax into her touch. She’s gentle and reverent, like I’m precious to her in every way. Tender hands wash my hair, and I feel myself become overwhelmed by unfamiliar emotions.