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“I’m embarrassed to admit this but that night you hugged me, there in the kitchen,” she says, referencing the night we fell asleep together on the couch and woke to Tanner in excruciating pain.

“You hugged me and… it happened. In your arms, pressed to your chest, everything just… I don’t know.

Everything inside me finally aligned and even though there was no—contact—” she says, clearly still surprised herself. “It happened.”

My throat goes dry and I blink a few times, calibrating.

But I guess I didn’t truly expect this.

My chest burns, and the back of my eyes do, too. “I—” I trail off. And this time, Clara June smirks, and frees her hands from where I’m holding them, smacking them playfully against my chest.

“Gettin’ shy, coach?”

If she even slightly moves on this couch, in my lap, my cockhead is going to slip out from under my belt line and we’re both gonna be in trouble.

I hold her hips steady. “You had an orgasm when you hugged me?” I knew she felt solace in my arms. Her breathy moan. The extra seconds of clinging to me. To know she was coming as I held her? That her sweet, pink little pussy was clenching and dripping while I held her?

In one swift movement, I grab Clara June, and put her on her back in the center of the couch, leaning over her. After a dick adjustment, I hover over her, dusting my lips along her cheek, chin and collarbone. I press a kiss to the side of her throat, then find her lips.

“Say it. Tell me.” She knows what I’m demanding, and she gives in willingly, easily.

“You turn me on so bad, Coach. And when you hugged me that night, I wanted you so bad, it just happened.” Her eyes search mine, and her full lips part. “I had an orgasm.” She swallows, and I watch her throat bob as my groin throbs. “I came so hard, for the first time in years.”

I place my hand on her stomach, and her breath hitches. “I made you come.”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Can I make you come again?” My hand massages her lower belly, and beneath me, her legs fall apart. She glances back toward the hall, the movie sending bursts of light around the room. Archie hasn’t made a peep, but I’m sure she’s worried about waking him.

She nods but then reaches up, grabbing my neck with one hand. “What—what if I can’t? What if it was a one time thing and I’m still broken?” Her eyes shine with unshed tears, tears of fear and confusion, things I’d never let her feel if she were mine.

“There isn’t a single thing in this world wrong with you, Clara June, so don’t go borrowing trouble.” I slide my hand over her cunt, on top of her panties, my eyes rolling shut temporarily at the heat that radiates off her. “Do I have permission to lower these? ”

She swallows but nods.

I curl my fingers around the waistband of her white cotton panties with tiny blue flowers all over them, and start tugging them down. Clara June grabs my shoulder, bringing my eyes to hers, giving me pause.

“I’m—it’s—” she sighs. “I’ve had three kids. I’m a little… softer than what you’re used to. I just, you know, want you to know.”

I tip my head to the side, feral from how close I am to her pussy, maddened by the fact it’s still shrouded by panties, an erotic mystery.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and I’ve had a raging hard on for the last hour, just sitting next to you on the couch.

” I kiss her bare belly, and trace the hem of her panties with a single finger tip, making her legs shake gently.

“You touching my shoulder, when we were talking, was making me lose my goddamn mind.” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh and she lets out a little moan, breathy and wild, and it spins me out.

“You’re not soft, you’re not broken, you’re strong and gorgeous and you’re all I’ve thought about for weeks. Actual weeks.”

She gives me a little nod, and I pull her panties all the way down and off, tossing them aside. A commercial comes on, juice or cereal, I don’t know, but the bright setting tosses light onto the lower half of her body for a moment, allowing me to take her in.

I move my fingers over her pussy, touching the neatly trimmed thatch of soft curls. Dragging my finger down her seam, I slowly spread her lips apart, and when I do, sticky arousal spills from her cunt, dripping down her taint, pooling into a dark spot on the couch.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, because Clara June has a hot, wet, pink little pussy and— “I fucking knew it. ”

She pushes to her elbows, looking down over her body at me. “What?”

I lower my mouth to her cunt and kiss her blooming clit. “That your pussy would drive me wild. That it would be sexy and perfect.”

“You say things that just… turn me on so much,” she admits, her volume dropping off with each sultry confessed word.

I wink, then return my mouth where it belongs—Clara June’s glistening cunt.

I lick and lave, slipping a finger inside of her only when her back is arched and she’s biting her hand so hard she whimpers.

When I have one finger inside, my lips on her clit, her whole body erupts in soft trembles, head to toe, as she comes.

Sliding another finger inside of her, I groan into her clit as her warm walls clench all around me, hungry for affection, dying to come.

I pull my fingers out, only to give her a third, and when I begin easing back inside, she whimpers, legs shaking. “Right now, Clara June, take another one, I know you want it,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her thigh as I let her adjust.

She looks down at me, a flush in her cheeks, hair wild around her face, and nods. “I do, I do,” she pants, a wiggle moving through her spine. “It’s… I just… it feels so good.”

I use the tip of my tongue to nudge her clit, curling my three fingers into the tightest, wettest, deepest spot inside of her.

“You gonna come fast for me?” I stroke my fingers in and out, alternating my pace as I curl them inside of her.

She’s sweet on my lips, like strawberries and cream, and the way she leaks all over my fingers and wets the couch with her arousal has my cock dripping in my dirty jeans.

She nods. “Coach?—”

Fuck. My fingers buried deep, her clit sucked gently between my teeth, nipples pressed to her dress while calling me coach… “Let me see this pretty pussy unravel for me. C’mon mama, come for me, I know you’re ready, I know you want to.”

With that, she bears down on my fingers and I return my face to her cunt, licking, tonguing, sucking, nibbling as she unravels, her orgasm unspooling in thrashing waves.

Her thighs clamp around my head and shoulders, and her cunt strangles my fingers, clenching around me in dizzying bursts.

Precum keeps my boxers glued against my cockhead and shaft, and I’m grateful for the darkness because I’m sure there’s a stain on my jeans from how much I’m leaking.

Don’t care.

I’d have a desperate little wet spot on my jeans every day of the week if it meant feeling Clara June come all over my fingers, if it meant tasting her orgasm as she unspools for me and only me.

She slaps at my shoulders, and pulls at the wild strands of my work-laden hair as she comes, clenching, moaning, throbbing, shaking. It’s beautiful. It’s tantalizing. It’s something I’ll never forget. And something I have to have more of. Immediately.

Coming down from her orgasm, Clara June attempts to wrangle out from under me, pushing to her elbows on the couch.

I smile up at her, aware that her cum glistens along my lips, and coats my mustache. “Was that how you came when I hugged you in the kitchen?” I ask, still moving a single finger tip up and down her pussy lips. I’m not ready to leave this spot. Not yet.

She smirks. “Just about.”

“Hmm,” I hum in response, then place a kiss on her left thigh, then right.

“Can I taste you now?” she asks quietly, almost shyly. I don’t want to deny her anything, especially my cock, but she’s not ready. In a multitude of ways, she’s just not ready. I shake my head.

“You take care of everyone and everything around you. And I know if I let you, you’ll try and take care of me, too.

But someone ought to be taking care of you.

You’re so beautiful, so smart, so sweet and patient.

Let me show you what it’s like to be taken care of.

” I kiss her sweetest spot again. “My focus is making you feel the way you should.”

“How should I feel?” she manages to ask, around her breathlessness, making room for me. Always accommodating, always considerate.

“Like the center of the goddamn universe.”

“Dean,” she moans, and I lift my head from her heaven, blinking up at her. “Coach,” she says, looking down at me between her legs, bare pussy swollen, but not sated. Not yet.

“Right now, all I care about is making you feel good, Clara June. Making you come, and come, and come again—once you’re sticky and sore, and don’t think you have it left in you, I’m gonna make you come one more time, harder, more intense.

” I suckle her clit as she moans, stroking her fingers through my hair, fingertips tickling my scalp.

I wrangle my way onto the couch, and on our sides, we face one another.

With my thumb on her clit and two fingers inside her cunt, we lie face to face.

I curl my fingers, and watch intently as her eyes close, and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip with a hungry moan.

The sound of her arousal fights to be heard over the TV’s dull roar.

I kiss the tip of her nose, then find her mouth, moving our tongues together as I move my hand between her legs.

“God, oh God,” she moans quietly, her eyes popping open to find mine.

“I’m—oh god. Coach, yes, Coach, yes,” she breathes out, her hand slipping beneath my shirt, skating up my bare belly.

My cock spits a stream of precum, and I know without a doubt that if I stick around for more, I’ll come in my pants.

I tug her dress all the way up, and then tug her little bra down, exposing one of her breasts.

With my fingers buried in her tightness, thumb stroking lazy, sticky circles on her swollen clit, I drop my mouth to her breast, and suck her tight little nipple onto my tongue.

Clara June arches her back, pressing her torso into me, feeding me more of her breast in the process. I suck on her nipple, moaning as I roll it between my teeth, curling and uncurling my fingers inside of her.

She slaps at my chest with one hand, and the hand beneath my shirt drags fingernails down my torso, then pulls at the hairs on my chest and belly.

Her beautiful blue eyes roll back into her head as I pop off her breast, and take her throat in my grip.

“Right now, mama, one more. C’mon. That cunt is weeping for it.

Your pretty pussy needs it. You deserve another. ”

With that, she unspools again, bearing down on my hand like a goddamn porn star.

I return my mouth to her breast, and suck her nipple hard, unleashing a second, unrelenting wave of pent up orgasm.

When I pull back, I press my other hand to her breast, kneading the fleshy, warm mound that makes me so goddamn hard.

“You have beautiful tits, Clara June,” I rasp, my voice thin and rough from the two-hour hard-on I’m uncomfortably sporting.

She latches her mouth onto mine, and we make out like horny teenagers for another few minutes before the grandfather clock chimes, breaking the spell.

“It’s midnight,” I acknowledge. I don’t want to leave. But I need to. I have no business spending the night so soon. It already happened once, but it was an accident. We’re not there yet.

“Thank you,” she says, surprising me as she slithers around me off the couch, and pulls her panties back on. I sit up and right myself, stroking my hand over my head.

“For what?” Because I don’t know why I’m being thanked.

She sits down next to me, placing my hat on my head with a smile. “For fixing my broken box.”

We both laugh, but temper it so as to not wake Archie. Her eyes follow my hand in the darkness, and they grow wide as I suck her juices off my fingers and thumb, one by one.

“You’re sweet, mama. And I’m addicted to your sweetness.”

She wraps her arms around herself, and looks down at her feet a moment, searching for courage. “I wanted to touch you.” She licks her lips, eyes trained on me. “I want you. In the way you had me.”

I reach out, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear, then kiss her cheek. We get to our feet together, and I pull her against me. After kissing the top of her head I tell her the truth.

“You know I’m all yours. But we’re not ready,” I tell her, realizing she can’t fully realize what I mean. Not yet. “When it’s time, Mama, I’ll give you every goddamn inch.” She shudders in my arms.

We kiss, and then we walk to the front door. I open it, and step onto the porch, clicking the remote to unlock my truck. The headlights and taillights flash. She steps out and kisses me again.

“By the way,” she says, wearing a sly smirk under the dim porch light, bugs flying around it. “You said I have beautiful tits… but you’ve only seen one. ”

She lifts her shirt and bra, flashing me two gorgeous, perky, creamy, hard tipped tits. She covers them up as quickly as she flashes them.

“You have beautiful tits,” I confirm.

She smiles.

“Goodnight, Clara June.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”