Impulse Control (ON HOLD)

Chapter 25

WARNING: This chapter gets a little smutty.

After our lovely kiss, Cleo and I, after checking to ensure that Mom and David are still out, hold hands all the way up the hill. I feel so safe when she's attached to my hand, like no force on earth can ever hurt me. 

"I guess you figured it out, huh?" Cleo smiles at me.

"Yeah." I blush. "Sorry it took so long." Cleo laughs. "It's fine, Sierra. These things take time. I understand. Besides, I'm just happy that you're with me now. I'll never let anything hurt you, Sierra. You know that, right?"

"I know that," I affirm with a steady nod of my head. I don't doubt Cleo now. I know that she will do whatever she has to do to protect me and keep me safe. I know, without a doubt, that she loves me with all of her heart.

Cleo leads me by the arm, her hand resting gently in mine, to her camper. I allow myself to be led like a dog on a leash, because with Cleo, it feels different than if it had been someone else. She gives me a sense of steady control and peace that I haven't had in my life since David was born, my dad left, and I gave up gymnastics.

"You know," Cleo says, pursing her lips in thought, "We are home alone." I smirk. "Are you trying to imply something to me, Cleo?" She smiles innocently and moves closer. "Maybe."

 My breath hitches as she snakes a single arm around around the small of my back, sliding downward, nearer and nearer my butt every time she moves it. I gasp as she finds my left cheek and begins to squeeze. She slowly massages in a circle, and I lay on her chest, feeling content and slightly aroused at the same time. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Cleo crashes her lips against mine. I gasp, feeling the hunger in the kiss. She grasps my ass almost painfully, and smirks against my mouth when I sink into her touch. My hands reach up to tangle in her messy waves of blonde hair. As I pull my fingers less-than-gently through the silky strands, Cleo lets out a soft, arousing moan against my lips, causing me to open my mouth wider and allow her tongue more room to explore. 

We fight in a battle for dominance, which I quickly lose. I allow myself to be picked up, arms around my butt cheeks, and carried to Cleo's bedroom. She lays me down gently on the bed, and stands over to undress me with her eyes before the actual undressing gets done. However, before she makes any advancements, Cleo turns to me and asks, "Is this okay?"

I nod, a trifle breathless from our heated make-out session. "Yes." "Are you sure? This is moving a bit fast, and I want you to be sure." I nod impatiently, eager to get on with it. "Yes, I'm sure." I lean up on my elbows to address Cleo clearer. "Look, I get that we just kissed for the first time a few minutes ago. But, I have so much passion for you inside of me and I need to let it out. I need you, Cleo. I promise I'm ready. I want to become a part of you." 

"Okay." Cleo slowly removes her shirt, exposing to me a black sports bra that accentuates her curves and of course, her breasts, in all the right places. I feel a stirring of something deep in my belly as I allow the heat of arousal to cloak my thoughts, feelings, and all other emotions except tremendous want for the woman in front of me. 

"Do you want me?" Cleo asks, drawing temptingly close to me. "Yes," I whispered, my breath already coming in short little gasps at the sight of her in front of me. I watched with rapt interest as her thumbs started to hook the waistband of her jeans and tug. After a few minutes of slow, steady movements, I grab her hands with my own, and pull her jeans off. "You take too long," I whine, to which Cleo gave a throaty chuckle.

"Or..." she starts, letting her hand wander down to my shirt, drawing circles around my breasts. "Maybe you're just too..." she pauses to bring her lips only inches away from mine before whispering, "Impatient." I shiver involuntarily at this, and lift my mouth the short distance to close it with hers, which ignites a familiar fire that goes down from my belly and shoots straight between my legs.

I can feel myself getting wet as I take in the sight of Cleo before me, clad only in a black sports bra and lacy black underwear. "Looks like I was right," she whispers, letting her wandering hand drift even lower to feel my excitement for herself. "You're really impatient."

"Shut up and kiss me," I moan breathlessly.

And so she does.