Page 12 of Saving Texas

I looked between Clara and the strip of empty condom wrappers on the bedside table.

“We used all four?” I asked in confusion.

I glanced at the window where the first streaks of dawn light were appearing in the small space between the edges of the curtains.

“Well darlin’, it’s almost morning and we’ve been very busy.”

I rocked my dick against her, sliding it between her lower lips. She was dripping wet again. Or maybe still.

“You don’t have any more?” I asked, hearing the sadness in my voice as I resisted plunging into her without protection. I’d never gone bareback before, not once, and had never even considered it, but right now, it seemed like a good idea.

“No. Do you have one in your wallet?”

I shook my head. “Nope, I wasn’t really expecting to get any action in the middle of hurricane clean-up.”

Clara gave me a saucy smile. “Weren’t you a boy scout?” she asked. “You’re supposed to be always prepared.”

“Nothing in the world could prepare me for you, darlin’.”

I rolled my lips in to keep myself from saying something we’d both regret, like how I was pretty sure I was in love with her even though we’d only known each other for ten days. Even though it would never work between us because we lived in different parts of the country and traveled constantly.

“How would you feel about a sixty-nine?” she asked.

“I would feel mighty good about that.”

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“I have no idea where my condoms are, I haven’t really unpacked yet,” Clara continued, interrupting my trip down memory lane.

“I have one in my wallet,” I said, searching the floor until I found my pants.

“I see you took my advice about being prepared,” she teased.

Digging the condom out of my wallet, I sent up a silent prayer that it wasn’t expired. It had been in there for a long time. I slid it over my length before returning to the bed, moving between Clara’s legs. I took a moment to study her, sliding my fingers up her lower lips to open her wide. She grabbed my hair and pulled hard.

“I need you now.”

“But...”

“I appreciate the effort of foreplay, but let’s jump to the good part.”

“I seem to remember you thinking that was the good part,” I teased as I lowered my head and gave her a long lick. I was determined to convince her that we could have more than one night, and I was going to use every tool at my disposal to do it, including my tongue.

Clara moaned, pulling my hair so hard I was sure I’d go bald, but then I circled my tongue roughly around the enlarged bud of her clit and her hands fell away. I watched her from underneath my eyelashes as she fisted the sheet beneath her, biting her lip against the onslaught of my tongue and teeth.

I kept at it until she was quivering beneath my mouth, close to coming. I crawled up her body, feeling a deep satisfaction at the dazed look on her face. I slid my cock up and down her folds, lubricating the outside of the condom, then notched myself at her opening.

“Are you ready for me?”

Clara responded by wrapping her legs around my back and pushing her pelvis up a bit more. Taking the hint, I slid in slowly, feeling her expand around me. I moaned at the sensation of her heat enveloping my cock, drawing me in deeper.

“Clara.”

I leaned down to kiss her again, starting a steady rhythm. We synced up almost immediately, her hips moving to meet mine on every stroke. Clara gripped my shoulders, her short nails digging into my skin.

“Faster, Allen.”

I’d intended to be gentle, but the years of longing combined with her eager enthusiasm conspired to make me lose control. I pressed my toes against the mattress and picked up the pace, pounding into her so roughly that our skin was making an almost obscene noise as it slapped together. I could feel a bead of sweat slipping down my temple.