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Story: Jagged
A laugh escaped me and immediately, my belly flip-flopped with anticipation. "I really like how forward you are. Did I ever say?"
"Nope. But I think I know because sometimes I can feel your muscles tighten when you get excited, so I knew." She squirmed slightly in my lap as a wash of happiness brightened her expression.
"You are the only person who I've never had to wonder about or question myself over." A chuckle escaped me, and I brought her hand to my lips for a kiss.
"Same." She scrunched up her nose and bumped her forehead against mine again. "Everyone else appreciated that I was into sex, but no one really made the efforts beyond that. I'm not easy to deal with…"
"Yeah, you are. Don't let them make you think that." I brushed her hair behind her ears and watched as seriousness crinkled her brow for a fleeting moment.
Her lips pursed, until she said, "Mmkay, sex now."
I laughed and grabbed her in a rough hug before tackling her into the pillows. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes!" She shrieked, cracking up when I crawled on top of her while kiss her all over. "I require no foreplay when I'm horny."
"Me either and since you make me horny in like, three seconds, we're solid gold." I nibbled her neck amidst her snickers. She rubbed her bare feet up and down my legs while her hands explored the rest of me.
"So many weapons." She patted my hip where my service weapon lingered beside my badge and cuffs. "So little time."
"Hmm. Should probably do something about those weapons then, shouldn't I?"
"Mhmm. You should." She nodded then dropped her hands above her head on the sofa cushions. "I can wait."
"I don't think you can." I pushed off the sofa to kneel above her with her legs still around me. I gazed down at her relaxed form, with her shirt lifted just above her navel and her shorts riding high the way I liked them, and imagined all the fun times we had together and were about to have. Clemetine made me feel sure. It wasn't a simple surety either. It began with our relationship and bled into other facets of my life. It touched work a little, but at the moment it brought me confidence in my sexual endeavors. Clementine made me adventurous, and that wasn't something I ever envisioned myself being.
My gear clunked when I set everything down on the coffee table, and flicked open the button of my jeans.
"I can wait a little. You're thinking so much today."
"How can you tell?" I shrugged out of my jacket, leaving just the floppy Slash T-shirt with cut-off sleeves.
"In your eyes." Right away, she caressed my biceps and I flexed for her. "Goodness."
"You always say that." I nibbled her bottom lip and she nodded.
"Because I like it." Her lashes fluttered when I pressed my pelvis against hers. "You didn't remove all the gear, did you?"
"I kept your favorite." I fought the heat that rose in my cheeks at just the mention of it. My self-confidence didn't falter yet, and I grasped it for the time being.
Clem's gaze, often flickering in the most casual of times, locked on mine during our intimate times. Something about the shared moment, the intensity of it, seemed to flush away any of the anxiety that looking at people brought to her. And me. But mostly her, I think. I loved looking at her, losing myself in the crisp hazel that elicited the desire that burned in my core. I watched as she looped her fingers into the waist of her shorts and shimmied out of them. She wore nothing beneath, as she often did when she initiated our encounters. I liked when she initiated. I never had to wonder or question or overthink. I just got to respond, mind and body all the way.
I looked her over, the slender curves of her hips, the peeking softness of her abs around her navel, and the perky nipples that pressed against her shirt as I unzipped my pants, allowing the hidden strap-on to make itself known. For some reason, her favorite carried a neon green twisted in silicone. Her fingers stroked it while a naughty smile plagued her kissable lips. I leaned over her again, my mouth landing on hers hungrily. All of her responded, her hips lifting and fingers tensing against my arm. She pulled me to her, as if starved for the passion that I could never deny her. The heat of her burned against me as she guided me to where she wanted me most. I pressed myself to her as she tilted her head back, and a soft moan escaped her lips. My teeth raked her neck when she ignited my fuse.
We weren't gentle and took nothing slow. Clem knew what she wanted, and how she wanted it from the very beginning. She taught me to ask for what I wanted or needed in return. Although I wasn't the best at it, and often found myself avoiding reciprocation, it became easier with each encounter. What I knew for sure, was that I loved when she shouted my name, the operatic vocalizations that accompanied her orgasms, and the messes we made together. Every moment kept me going, arousing parts of my mind and body that I didn't know could be that excited, and I found myself enjoying the exploratory phase of our relationship. Learning her body, what makes her come the hardest, the loudest, the warnings she shouted when she lost herself to a sodden explosion. All of it brought me more satisfaction than anything from my past. With Clem, I had fun, the kind of fun that humanity was built to experience. She taught me about pleasure and letting go and shifting course when necessary. There was no wrong or right or bad or good. It was just what we liked, how we liked it, and that made it okay.
"You," she said breathless, sometime later as she crawled over me. Her hot, naked body straddled my thighs as she pushed my shirt up above my breasts to massage them.
"Me what?" I gripped her hips, then pulled her down into a hug.
"Make my body do fun things." She nuzzled my neck and it brought a smile to my lips, tender from all the kisses.
"That's my goal."
"I have an idea." She snickered when she said it, then leaned up with her nose against mine.
"What's that?" I chuckled and tucked her endless hair away from her face.
"Skateboard." She pointed to the deck propped against the wall. "Yeah?"
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