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Clara shifted beneath me, angling her pelvis so that I was sliding against her clit with every rough stroke. She sighed happily.
“Yes. Just like that.”
“Clara,” I grunted, more animal than man. “I’m close.”
Remembering how much it drove her crazy last time, I lowered my head and pulled a hunk of her shoulder between my teeth, biting down.
“Allen!”
That breathless gasp of my name was the only warning I had before her orgasm shuddered through her body, making her thrash wildly beneath me. I was right behind her, groaning as I emptied myself into the condom with several long thrusts.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as I collapsed on top of her, my lips going to soothe the love bite I’d left on her shoulder.
After a long moment, I rolled off of her, coming to my side to remove the condom. Clara opened the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a box of Kleenex, handing it to me. I tied off the condom, wrapped it in a wad of Kleenex and looked around for a trash can. Wordlessly, Clara took the condom from me, turning to aim towards the trash can at the far side of the room.
“Three points,” she crowed as the condom hit the can dead center.
I was still smiling when I fell asleep.
Clara
“Okay, time to get up.”
Allen startled awake, looking around in confusion. “What time is it?”
“Eleven o’clock. You need to go.”
“Huh?” He rubbed his eyes, looking at me blearily.
“You’ve got to go home,” I said firmly.
He sat up, his eyes taking in the sleep shorts and baggy t-shirt I’d pulled on when I got up to use the restroom.
“You look cute like that,” he drawled, giving me a sexy smile that had me wanting to drop my sleep shorts. “Come on back to bed.”
If only he knew how much I was tempted to do just that. I’d been laying there, snuggled up against Allen’s chest, half asleep when I remembered that this was supposed to be a casual fuck, not a sleepover. Sleepovers led to breakfasts, and breakfasts led to expectations.
“You can’t sleep over,” I said, infusing just enough bitchiness into my tone that Allen’s eyes flashed with something that looked like hurt. “We agreed to one time.”
“One night,” he corrected.
“I’m serious Allen, I need you to go now.”
He stared at me for so long I thought he’d refuse, but finally he rolled out of bed, giving me a nice view of that toned ass of his. He stalked past me, grabbing his boxers and shoving them on with his pants. I grabbed his undershirt off the floor, handing it to him.
“I feel cheap.”
I felt a flash of irritation. “What’s the problem Allen? I was clear about what I was asking for, wasn’t I?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had sex without having a sleepover.”
He slipped his shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned, then found his socks, pulling them on before shoving his feet into his shoes. He strode towards me and before I knew what was happening, he pulled me into his arms. His lips descended, almost punishing as they pressed against mine. When I didn’t respond, he bit my bottom lip hard enough for me to cry out, allowing him to take control of my mouth. My traitorous body softened against him, arms coming to his hips as he kissed me until we were both breathless. He had a look on his face that I could only describe as triumphant as we pulled apart.
“I’ll see you soon, darlin’.”
I opened my mouth to respond but before I could, he’d stalked out the room. I stood still, listening to him thunder down the stairs, only relaxing when I heard the door slam behind him.
