Page 42 of Clover

“Really.”

“Why Sloan? Why not pooky or spot?” More kisses are pressed into the sensitive skin of my collar bone, neck, and behind my ear. A small moan slips from my lips.

“Those are stupid names.” I can feel his grin against my skin, but he doesn’t stop his exploration of my neck. A hand sliding up my bare thigh.

“Oh really? Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is. Sloan is a much better name.” The words are breathless, and I’m losing my train of thought with his hands roaming my side and his lips devouring my skin.

“Mmm-hmm.” He murmurs without breaking contact. Sliding his mouth from one side to the other and doing the same torturously delicious suckling.

“It means—warrior—in Gaelic.” I don’t know why I keep talking, but I can’t stop. My brain is fuzzy, and I can’t think straight when he does this to me. Every touch sends sparks under my skin and through my core. I can feel my panties getting wet the longer he continues his lazy exploration with his mouth. Sliding his hand up my shirt, cupping my aching breast and already hard nipple.

Flicking it with his thumb, causing me to arch my back and buck into him, needing more. Moaning his name between gasps.

“Maybe I should call you Sloan.” His lips brush over my ear, and then he nips and sucks on my lobe. Sending a shudder of pleasure through my brain temporarily paralyzing me. I want to feel that everywhere.

“Why?” I finally huff out when I gain my senses again.

“Because you’remywarrior. Strong, intelligent, resilient, beautiful.” Each word is punctuated with a kiss to my shoulder and chest. The neck of my shirt was pulled down to reveal as much skin as possible. Unable to get any farther from the collar, Nix slides the shirt off over my head, bearing my chest to him. My breasts are firm, and I can feel my nipples tightening as he takes me in. Running his hot gaze over my flesh followed by his curious hand.

With more kisses on my stomach, belly button, the valley between my breasts, the round tops and nipples, he keeps peppering me with his words.

“You’re so much stronger than you know. You’re a fighter and don’t take shit from anyone. Especially me. That’s why I love you.”

“Nix…”

“No.” I try to argue, but he silences me with a look. “Don’t you dare fucking argue with me. I love you, and you’re just going to have to accept that.” I open my mouth to say something, I don’t really know what, but I don’t even get out one syllable. His lips are on mine, cutting off any thought of talking. Sliding his tongue in through my parted lips, tasting me. Devouring me with a savage need to claim me and shut me up.

My hands slip into his hair. It’s getting long on top, but the sides are still shaved short. I get tangled up in him forgetting to argue. Because arguing with this man about loving me is stupid. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want Nix to love them? No one, that’s who. Besides, I do love him. I’m just a big baby and can’t say it. I’ve never said it to a man before. No one ever wanted my love or earned it. Nix both wants and has definitely earned it.

Yet I can’t bring myself to say those three little words that I know are true, and he deserves to hear after everything. There’s just something deep inside that worries it’s all too good to be true. There’s no possible way little ole me could make the world’s biggest man-slut do a complete one-eighty. Going from a different woman every night to wanting only to be with me. Me. Broken, used hot mess me. Yet here we lie. Nix is tasting every inch of my skin with his talented sinful lips. Telling me he loves me and arguing with me over it. Only we could argue over loving one another.

The more he moves his tongue across my flushed skin, the less I can think straight. All thoughts of arguing and debate fly out the window the moment his mouth moves south, sliding between my thighs and straight onto my throbbing pussy. Removing my panties in record time. His tongue circling that sensitive bundle of nerves, causing my brain to shut down. Hot bliss tingles my pulsing core. His mouth does magical things to my body. Nix sucks on my tender nub before returning to killing me slowly with his magnificent tongue.

Lifting my legs, he hooks them over his shoulders and lowers himself onto the mattress, settling in between my thighs. I’m in pure fucking heaven. Then,uh shit. He inserts one,fuck,then two fingers inside me. Slowly pumping and stretching me. All the while, his mouth lapping at my arousal.

I’m so lost in this man. My hands dig into his thick hair, pulling him closer to me. Melding myself to him.

“Nix.” His name is a throaty whimper on my lips, and his responding hum into my pussy sets me off. An orgasm I didn’t see coming crashes into me, knocking the senses right out of me. I can’t see or hear. I can only feel. Feel Nix still face down in my pussy, coaxing my climax longer harder. Vaguely I’m aware that I’m screaming his name as the most epic orgasm I’ve ever experienced racks my body with spasms.

My thighs tighten around Nix’s head, but he doesn’t even notice he just buries his fingers deep inside me and crooks them in a way that,holy fucking shit. I’m coming again. And I am not ready for it.

Nix’s name is a chant on my lips between screams of ecstasy. My back arches in response, thrusting my breasts into the cool night air. The soft breeze tipping my nipples as Nix’s strong free hand slides up my stomach and cups one of my breasts, pinching my nipple. My entire body is on sensory overload. As I ride a high better than any pill could ever give me. Rolling my hips against his mouth, stretching out the sensations and pleasure.

Once my full body orgasm calms enough for my limbs to stop shaking, Nix slowly removes his fingers from inside me and kisses his way up my body, leaving warm hot marks everywhere he touches. Until he reaches my mouth. Peppering me with soft butterfly kisses. Coaxing me back to earth from the out-of-this-world orgasm he just gave me.

His lips are swollen, and when he slips his tongue out to meet mine, I can taste my arousal on his lips. Sweet and warm. Without ever breaking contact with me, I feel Nix sliding his boxer briefs off and kicking them away. Our blanket is long gone, and I’m pretty sure the pillows are somewhere on the floor. The bedsheets are crisp and cool to the exposed night air. Our hot bodies quickly warm the space.

Then I’m skin to skin with Nix. Warm, strong muscles press against my soft, warm skin. Normally Nix and I love to talk dirty. Telling each other what we’re going to do and what we want. Tonight, we haven’t said a word. Words aren’t needed. Only touch. That connection of body to body. Hard against soft. Our bodies locking together in perfect synchronicity.

I can feel his hard cock pressing against my tender wet entrance, but he doesn’t thrust inside me. Not yet. Instead, he unlatches his mouth from mine and pulls back enough to lift up on one elbow and look down at me.

Glowing in the moonlight, he looks like a tattooed god. Hovering over me with half hooded eyes. Running his knuckles along my healing bruised cheek before tucking a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. His thumb tracing the line of my lips.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” Is all he says. Any words I might have spoken get caught in my throat. All I can do is kiss his thumb then suck it into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his large digit. His resounding growl in the back of his throat is the only audible response he can produce.

Then his lips are on mine again, taking me, claiming me with all the passion and love he possesses. Even though my body was just a pile of mush from my first two orgasms, it is flaring to life under his attention. Primed and wanting. My pulse thumping through my pussy, begging for him to fill it.

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