Desperately Seeking Epic(74)
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Look at yourself, Clara,” I demand as I peek around the side of her to see her reflection. “Put your arms up.” She raises them and crosses them behind her head. I hold her hips and kiss her lower back before bending slightly and biting one of her ass cheeks. She yelps, causing me to shush her, and when I see her reflection again, her eyes are closed, her mouth parted as she breathes heavily.
“Open, Clara,” I tell her.
“I can’t,” she moans, letting her head fall back. “It feels too good.”
My grip stills on her waist, and I turn her to face me. Her eyes fly open and find my gaze before moving down to my dick. Her eyes flex at the sight of it, rich with desire. I wrap my hand around it and stroke slowly. “You see what you do to me, Clara? That’s all you. This is all yours. Tell me it’s yours,” I rasp.
“It’s m-mine,” she stutters.
She’s transfixed; she can’t look away. “Touch yourself.”
Her hand moves between her legs, her thin fingers sliding delicately along her pink flesh.
“Damn, that’s beautiful, Clara. Watching you touch yourself, f*ck, it turns me on. How does it feel?”
“Soft and wet,” she whimpers. “So wet.”
My self-control snaps. I can’t take it anymore. I need her. I need to be inside of her. I grip her waist and twist her so she’s facing the mirror again and pull her toward me. “Time to take what’s yours, baby.”
She reaches back between her legs, her hand finding my erection, making me hiss and groan at the same time. Lowering herself, she runs the head of my cock along her warm slickness before finding her entrance and dropping slowly on my shaft. Her head falls forward as she moves down, and once she’s fully seated on me, she lets out a series of moans that sound somewhere between complete pleasure and relief. My hands are squeezing her waist as she stills and we both take a few seconds to get our wits about us. We want this to last. Easy does it. Slow and steady. Reaching around, I find her chin and raise it, holding her face so she’s forced to look in the mirror.
“Watch us,” I growl hoarsely. Then, hands on her hips, I raise and lower her, ever so slowly. I can see around her, watch what she’s watching. There’s something so erotic about watching my dick as it slides in and out of her. She pants as we move, releasing little mews here and there. She’s holding back. She wants to cry out, but we can’t. We can’t get too loud. We both know this. We have people downstairs that could hear.
“Fuck that looks good,” I growl. “My dick inside of you, those perfect nipples, those beautiful breasts. Do you like how that looks?”
“Yes.” She groans in pleasure. “I love it.”
“Do you see it? Do you see what I see?”
“Yes,” she pants, her head rolling down to her side as the pleasure overtakes her.
“Tell me you’re beautiful. Tell me you see it.”
“I see it,” she whimpers. “I-I’m beautiful.”
With that, I pull her off of me and spin her around so she’s facing me. Clara needed to be reminded of what she is; who she is. She’s not just a mother. She’s a beautiful, sexy woman. I wanted her to see that. But now, I need something, too. I need her to show me something.
“Now tell me you love me.”
She blinks a few times, a little thrown. She swallows hard, her breathing still erratic, before she steps toward me and threads her fingers in my hair. Bending down, she kisses me, then whispers, “I love you, Paul James.”
“Show me.”
She straddles me and slips me back inside of her, sensually moving us back and forth, as she whispers, “I love you,” over and over again.
Paul has literally just pushed me out the front door. I’m standing on the porch, facing him, as he stands in the doorway, blocking my reentrance.
“You’ll call me if anything comes up, right?” I question. I’ve asked him this a million times already, but one more time can’t hurt.
“Clara,” he sighs exhaustedly as he lets his head thump against the door. “I swear I will call you if she so much as farts.”
“Dad!” Neena shrieks from where she’s standing behind him.
“Sorry, princess,” he calls over his shoulder.
Neena pokes her head out between his body and the doorframe. “Go, Mom,” she insists. “Have fun!”
“Come on,” Ally hollers from the car, her head hanging out the passenger side window. “Vanessa peed like twenty minutes ago. That means we’ll have to stop in about an hour.”
Paul shrugs as if to say, guess you gotta go. I huff. I woke up this morning feeling on top of the world. Our night together was incredible, and somehow better than years ago when we were younger. I climbed out of bed happy and determined. Determined not to go on this trip. I love my friends and would love to go away with them for a beach night, but my kid is sick. She needs me. How could I even consider leaving her?
These are the points I argued to everyone this morning. It was taken to a vote: 4–1. I lost. Six against me if you count that they tried to count Marcus and Mei-ling as mail-in votes. Neena’s phone rings from inside the house and she quickly utters, “Bye, Mom. Love you,” before she rushes away to answer it.