“Good point,” he said. “Although I did ask where you got your brushed copper towel rack in the downstairs bathroom, and I don’t think that’s personal, right?”
“What’s your personal question?”
“Are you comfortable with me kissing your nipples? Or are they off-limits?”
“Not off-limits. If the scars don’t bother you...”
He shook his head and slid under the covers again, on top of her.
“They don’t...” He pulled her shirt up to her neck. “Bother me.” He flicked his tongue over her right nipple. “One bit.” He flicked his tongue over her left nipple.
“I like you,” she said as he gently sucked her nipple into his mouth and kneaded it with his tongue. “I like you very much, Erick Fields.”
With his arms around her he pulled them onto their sides. He kissed her nipples for a long time, as long as she’d let him, which was thankfully a long time. He enjoyed it, definitely. She had beautiful breasts, perfectly symmetrical, and from the way her nipples hardened in his mouth, the way she moaned as he sucked her, he knew she’d retained all her sensitivity. But he didn’t kiss her breasts solely because he enjoyed it. He wanted her to get over her self-consciousness. First she’d hidden her body under her clothes because of the size of her breasts, then hid herself because of the surgical scars. He didn’t want her to hide herself anymore, not from him. He wanted her to see herself as desirable and as beautiful as he saw her. Desirable and beautiful and smart and she ran her own business and she was amazing with his daughter... The list of everything wonderful about Clover went on and on. He better be very careful or he was going to end up falling in love with her.
“Erick?”
He kissed a freckle on the swell of her right breast.
“Yes?”
“Now my nipples are getting sore.”
He sighed. Heavily.
“I’ll stop. If I must.”
“Just for a little while. My body’s not used to all this attention.”
He slid up the bed and they lay face-to-face on her pillow. He took her leg in his hand and laid it over his hip. He could have slid his cock right into her but he didn’t. He just wanted to be as close to her as possible.
“It’ll need to get used to it—fast,” he said. “I think I’m already addicted to your body.” He ran his hand down her naked back. Such soft skin...he couldn’t get enough of her.
“So do you want to keep doing this?” she asked. Her eyes were searching his face, and he saw the old nervousness back in those pretty blues.
“Having sex with you?”
“That.”
“Yes, yes and yes. I want to have all the sex with you.”
“What constitutes ‘all’ the sex?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Well...there’s all kinds of sex. Oral. Anal—don’t worry, it’s not a deal breaker with me. Vaginal, which we’ve had and I’d love to have again a few thousand times. But you know, there’s sweet sex, gentle sex, rough sex, dirty sex, sex in different positions, sex in different places, like cars, hotels, swimming pools—not recommended.”
“No pool sex?”
“I’ve tried it and it’s like pushing a tennis ball inside a coin slot. The lack of lubrication does not work. Maybe in books and movies but not in the real world. But hey, if you want to try it, we’ll try it. You bring the coin slot and I’ll bring the tennis ball.”
“Not a fantasy. I’ve thought about sex by the lake but it’s late November now. This is not outdoor sex season.”
“There’s always next summer.”
“Next summer? Planning ahead?” she asked.
“I’m a very busy man in the summers. If you want lakeside sex, you have to book in advance.”
She laughed and nodded. “I’ll check my calendar.”