She walked towards the bed, aware of his eyes on her heavy breasts, her thighs, the soft curve of her stomach. It wasn’t the evening chill that had her nipples hardening to sensitive points.
She straddled him, savouring the pressure of his rigid dick against her * as she kissed him thoroughly, flicking her tongue against his and sucking on his lower lip. He returned her attentions with tender passion, running his hands down her back and over the fleshy curves of her hips and ass.
He moaned into her mouth and flexed his hips upwards, pressing his cock even more firmly against her core, and she sat up, her chest rising and falling as she took his erection into her hand and guided it towards her entrance.
Her * was slick and slippery with excitement and she savoured the feeling of his heat as she rubbed the head of his dick against her, up and down, mingling his precum with her own juices. Sam shifted eagerly beneath her, grasping her hips and fighting to take the maddening friction without thrusting inside her.
Clover held his cock firmly against her opening, then sank down onto his shaft, relishing the feeling of his girth stretching her, the sweet slide of him into her slick depths.
He moaned his approval and she began to move above him, hesitantly at first but then with more assurance as his gasps and groans told her that he was as lost in pleasure as she was. She ran her hands over his pecs, drew her fingers down over his flat belly and watched his abdominal muscles as the gentle touch of her fingertips tickled him.
Sam reached up and grasped her breasts, kneading the ample flesh. Every time she came down onto his shaft, taking him deep, he gave a little roll of his pelvis that made her quiver and made her * squeeze wantonly around his hot, hard length.
Clover began to move faster, rising up over him and throwing her head back, riding him with an increasing intensity as unbearable pleasure started to build inside her. Sam responded with a needful groan and began to buck up from the bed, his hips rising to meet hers again and again, pushing him even harder and deeper inside her. Her head swam as she ran her hands over his sweat-slick chest. He panted with the effort of holding back his orgasm.
“Touch yourself,” he groaned. “God…please…” He clutched her hips, fingers making shallow dimples in the soft white flesh. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, and his balls were drawn up taut, ready for his release.
Obediently, the throbbing in her clit too intense for her to feel any embarrassment, she worked her hand into the apex of her thighs and rubbed her clit in delicate little circles, a sensual contrast to the deep, rolling in-and-out of Sam’s cock. Almost at once the pleasure-pain of intense orgasm snatched her away, shuddering through her body and making her cry out again and again.
Sam chanted her name over and over, then his words became a wordless shout of triumph as he drove into her and spilled himself in her slick, spasming *.
She collapsed on top of him, exhausted and quivering, the rolling aftershocks of her orgasm still running through her.
When Sam’s penis slipped from her minutes later, she braced herself with her arm so she could roll over and take her weight off him, but he wrapped his arms possessively around her.
“No, don’t move. I want you in my arms. It’s where you belong, Clover Jones. With me.” He stroked her hair and she tucked her face against his throat, breathing in the heady scent of his skin and basking in the heat of his body.
If he was really serious about her family of juvenile delinquents moving into his house, she could make love with him every night; fall asleep in his strong arms every night. Her brothers and sisters would be safe. And she would be safe…and loved.
Chapter Thirteen
It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The recent rainstorms had painted the landscape with a rich green hue, and honeysuckle blossoms perfumed the air. Clover stood outside the boarding house holding a cup of sweet coffee and watching the sun rise.
She’d hoped that she would see Sam this weekend, but he’d told her he had to work all weekend and not to worry if she didn’t hear from him. He’d made a big point of bringing in flowers and chocolate and promising her that he’d make up for lost time as soon as he finished what he was working on, but…Clover couldn’t help but feel there was something he wasn’t telling her.
He wasn’t the only one who was behaving oddly.
Autumn had never been much of a morning person, but that morning she had woken up and gone for a run very early. Clover had woken up to the sound of the front door slamming, and looked out the window to see Autumn in coyote form, dashing down the road.