“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.
Clover looked up at him with an expectant expression on her face.
“Tell me what you like,” she said.
“But I’m shy.”
“You are such a liar.” She shook her head. God, he loved driving this woman crazy.
“I can’t help it. You’re so cute when you’re annoyed with me.”
“You are not shy. You are the least shy man I’ve ever met.”