Clean Slate by Holley Trent

sequence. “No. Why do you ask?”
    She moaned.
    He laughed as he backed down her legs once again until he
was positioned over her knees. Raising himself up onto his own knees, he urged
her legs uncrossed and forced her knees apart. “I’m actually a thigh man.”
    “Thighs?” she asked, forehead furrowing with her
confusion.
    “Mm-hmm.” He trailed his fingertips up the insides of her
legs from knees to the crux where her thighs came together, and let them linger
there. “My favorite place is right here, where your legs touch.” He leaned down
and kissed one side then the other, satisfied at how her cunt clenched at his
proximity.
    “That’s an odd place to fixate on.”
    “That’s because you don’t get to see it from the angle I
do. It’s perfect.” He prodded his tongue against the inside of her top left
thigh, just beneath where her satiny thatch ended. “Soft.” He trailed the tip
of his tongue up her leg further to where her panty elastic would have covered.
“Sexy.” Higher to the fleshy mound, and inward to her lips. “Feminine.”
    He let go of her hands so he could manipulate the
quivering bits. He gave her clit a little flick that made her clench her knees
around his waist. “Do you have any boundaries, Daisy?”
    It was an awful time to ask, and he knew it, but at least
now, her guard was down a bit and perhaps she’d feel somewhat less inhibited.
He wanted to know her desires and her
limits. Sometimes the two things blurred, but he was cautious.
    “Don’t pull my hair,” she whispered.
    “Anything else?”
    She moved her torso in what he supposed was a shrug, but
it was hard to tell because she’d begun to come apart at the insertion of his
fingers into her cunt. She was so wet and judging by the way she milked his
fingers with her tight passage, she was ready.
    He wanted to linger there, working her over with his
tongue until she melted into the sheets, but he suspected neither of them would
have the stamina after the afternoon they had to come more than once. He was a
generous lover, but this time he wanted that first explosive orgasm of hers to
be with them nose to nose—forcing her to stare into his eyes while they
both came.
    For him, sex wasn’t just about getting off. It was an
intimate thing, and without that intimacy—the awareness of each
other—what was the point?
    He slipped his fingers out of her, and rubbed her wetness
onto her clit. When he eased off the bed, she sat up and covered her chest
again.
    “Stop it,” he said. He pushed down his underwear.
    Eyes locked on his cock, her lips parted as he came
nearer. She offered no resistance when he uncovered her breasts once more.
“That’s better.”
    She leaned back against the pillow.
    “I promise to be gentle.”
    She nodded, so he eased her knees apart and settled
between her legs.
    He wrapped her legs around his waist, and leaned in,
sucking in some air of his own when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft
and angled him down to enter her.
    She drew him in farther, tightening her legs’ grip around
his waist, and squeezing his cock hard as he eased into her. Her breath
shuddered as he drew out.
    “All right?”
    She nodded with eyes closed, her body already beginning to
quiver from only a few of his well-angled thrusts.
    This was a woman who’d gone too long without a real man’s
attention.
    Damn shame.
    When he pressed his lips against hers once more, he was
surprised to feel wetness on her cheeks, and propped himself up on his elbows.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    “No. I can’t help it.”
    Help what? he
wondered, though he didn’t press.
    She’d tipped her chin back again and sighed as she dragged
her fingertips down his ribs.
    He felt the bite of her nails in his back, urging him on,
so he resumed his previous slow, calculating thrusts.
    It didn’t take long to bring her, and when she came with a
violent shudder, he wound his fingers through the back of her hair and tickled
her jaw with his thumbs,