Page 73 of Ride or Die

“Oh!” Clara gasps when I touch her again.

I pull away from her lips just enough to look at her, meet her eyes. “Is this okay?”

Her teeth clamp down, biting into that perfectly plump bottom lip and she nods.

I trace a finger across the front of her panties, feeling her slit, and as I press a kiss to her collar bone, I can’t help but smirk like a smug motherfucker against her skin when her hips shift, like she’s searching for more. I look up at her again, still dragging my thick finger up and down, teasing, featherlight strokes, feeling the material grow even wetter. “Can I slide my hand inside these panties?”

Clara releases a hurried, shuddered breath, looking at me for a long moment, suddenly a lot less certain and a whole lot more tentative than she was seconds ago.

“It’s okay, baby,” I rasp, lowering to place a kiss to the swell of one breast, then the other. “You don’t have to do nothin’ you’re not a hundred-percent sure of,” I remind her, rubbing her a little firmer through her underwear, the tip of my finger pushing between her pussy lips despite the barrier.

“Oh, fuck…” she breathes out, her mouth falling open when I graze her clit.

“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Clara,” I whisper, toying with the skinny strap of her dress and inching it closer and closer to the edge of her shoulder. “So. Fuckin’. Beautiful,” I grit out, punctuating each word with a kiss to her silky skin.

When the strap eases off her shoulder and falls down her arm, the material of her dress slips low enough to reveal one of her perfect tits, the pebbled nipple making my mouth water and my balls hitch up tight.

Clara looks down when she realizes, but instead of showing any sign of discomfort, she continues grinding against my thigh, meeting my eyes, and I take that as consent, ducking down and latching onto her breast, sucking the bud into my mouth.

“Ohmygod,” she utters through a hiccup, her back arching into me.

I suck her nipple, dragging my teeth against it and biting hard enough to cause her to hiss out in pain, and then, with my eyes still firmly fixed on hers, I lay my tongue out flat, soothing the sting and trailing circles around it before blowing cool air across the wetness.

“Yes.” She sighs, her hand reaching up and knocking my ball cap off my head, her fingers tearing into my hair, fisting it while urging me to do it again.

I chuckle, sucking her nipple again, and pride swells in my chest when I see her push the strap off her other shoulder, freeing her left breast. Gazing up at her, I move to it, paying it the same attention and alternating between the two while Icontinue rubbing her needy pussy through the drenched cotton of her panties. And fuck me, I can’t remember a time I’ve ever been this hard. I can feel my cock leaking in my boxers, my balls pulled up painfully tight, threatening to release and I don’t even fuckin’ care because this is just so. Goddamn. Good.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmur against Clara’s soft skin, cupping her breast and pinching the nipple, sucking the other. “Your tits are like fuckin’ heaven.”

“Cole,” Clara whines, riding me so hard, so fast, her movements start to turn frantic, sloppy. “I’m so… so close.”

“You tell me what you want, darlin’,” I urge her. “Tell me and it’s fuckin’ yours.”

She sobs through a moan, biting down on her bottom lip.

“And don’t you even think about keepin’ quiet,” I whisper, craning up to kiss her pretty mouth. “I wanna hear you, baby. When you come, I want you to scream as loud as you fuckin’ can.”

Clara reaches down between us, her fingers circling my wrist, and I pause, assuming she wants me to stop. But then, to my surprise, she guides my hand into the waistband of her panties and Jesus fuckin’ Christ, when I’m met with her smooth, slick center, I growl. Burying my face into her neck, I growl like a rabid fuckin’ dog, squeezing my eyes closed tight to ward off my own release that is so close there really is no going back.

“Fuck you are so goddamn wet,” I rasp, licking and sucking her skin as I drag my middle finger up and down her slit. Her body quakes as I rub her wetness over her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

“I think I’m… I’m going to?—”

Circling her entrance, I tease the tight hole while working her clit, pulling back and watching her through hazy eyes as the telltale signs of her orgasm start to show. Flushed skin. Parted lips. Quivering thighs. Frantic movements. Panting breaths.

“That’s my good fuckin’ girl,” I grit out. “Give it to me, Clara.”

“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, her voice echoing through the night.

“Fuck, yeah, darlin’.” I groan, feeling her pussy clench around the tip of my finger. “Let go for me.”

Her hips still, her whole body shuddering, and I watch her orgasm roll through her. Fuck, she’s a goddamn vision when she comes.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she cries out, bucking against me as I work her through the final tremors of her release before she’s trying to squeeze her thighs closed, pushing my hand away from over-sensitive core.

When she finally collapses against me, her head falling onto my shoulder, I shush her, pressing soft kisses to her sweat-beaded temple while smoothing my hands up and down the column of her back, listening to her breathing even out as she comes back down to earth.

“Oh my god,” she finally says, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I… I came.”