Hi everyone! Sorry, I'm behind in posting! Work has been crazy. If you would like posts in real-time, you can always follow HighLadySolo on Ao3 as she posts there, and I post to FFN from that. -Skye

Summary:
A little more Sadie, meeting a new character who kept sidetracking me, throw in some Mellie for good measure, and finally getting into the real smut.

A/N:
If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen that I bribed my husband to write smut. Well this is the smut he wrote. I mostly left it as he wrote, just editing a bit for clarity and adding in words he wasn't sure of. He left me lots of asterisks with notes like "can you say gspot in a fic" type things. So anyway, if you enjoy it let me know and maybe we can get him to write more.

Chapter 4

Since Sadie's school was still closed due to the flooding a week later, Clyde had volunteered to watch her until Bobbi Jo got home from whatever it was she usually did while her kids were in school. Clyde had gone to pick up Sadie from the big white house, scoffing at Moody's newest car. This one was a bright yellow Charger, probably automatic since the man still couldn't drive stick.

Glitter spiraled down to the living room rug from the feathers of Sadie's costume as she paced back and forth, but he didn't mention it. She'd said she needed the costume to practice, and who was he to argue with her?

"Behold," she hollered like a drill sergeant and flung her arms out to the side. "I am an angel of the Lord." She made a fist at chest level and shook it at her imagined audience.

Clyde winced. Miss Rey hadn't given her much direction, Sadie said, but her classmates to either side had experienced her 'wingspan' a bit too much. Sadie hadn't noticed that she was whacking her friends in their faces with her wings and her arms, and Clyde was trying to figure out how to get her to be a little more cherub and a little less avenging angel of glittery death.

"Maybe stand in one place this time, Sade. I don't think if you were flying you'd be swaying quite so much." He paused, pretending to consider. "Maybe do praying hands?"

Sadie earnestly clasped her hands in front of her and lifted her eyes heavenward, the very picture of an angel. "Behold!" she yelled, somehow even louder than before.

Gryff barked in agreement as he pushed his big furry head in through his swinging dog door. When the large brown-and-black dog had pulled his large, furry body through the plastic hole, he padded over to Sadie and licked her face. The little girl flung her arms around the dog's neck, showering him with glitter. Clyde really didn't understand how there was any glitter left on the wings since it was all over his floors and now, his dog.

"Gryff! No kisses!" Sadie dragged out the single syllable as usual and laughed as the dog shoved his big, furry rump down in a sit, landing right on her fuzzy boot.

"Go on, Gryff," Clyde said gesturing toward the doorway and scratching the dog's ears as he passed by, tail swishing as he went. "Alright now, Sadie. Let's get back to it. Maybe not quite so loud this time?"

They went through her lines a few more times without much change.

"Sadie Lynn," Clyde said, dropping his beat up hat over her pigtails and squatting on his heels in front of her, "tell me what you know about angels."

"They're the most beeeautiful creatures with lovely wings and halos," she said earnestly, adjusting the coat hanger and garland monstrosity on her head.

"Right-" he said, but Sadie wasn't done.

"And they've got flaming swords!" she pronounced fiercely.

"Well," Clyde paused and thought for a minute. Technically, she wasn't wrong. Genesis said so. "Well," he said again, "maybe. Maybe the angel you're supposed to be wouldn't need her sword to deliver a message, though."

Sadie considered that.

"Alright, I guess I can work with that," and she reached beneath the white robe that covered her school clothes and pulled out a toy sword.

Clyde blinked and took it.

"Behold," she said with considerably less violence. Then she ran through the rest of her lines, with Clyde filling in the other parts as needed.

He thought it was kind of fun, pretending to be someone else, even if it was just for practice.

"That was real good, Sadie bug. You wanna try again?"

"No, I got it now. Can I just play with Gryff?" Sadie ran the dog through his various tricks, but eventually the situation deteriorated to the little girl just leaning back against the huge dog and giving him treats out of her pocket.

Unsurprisingly, all the arm-flinging and glitter-slinging had worn Sadie out, and she fell asleep on the couch, her gentle snores causing her drooping halo to flutter slightly.

Zipping his jacket against the cold, Clyde stepped out the back door and whistled for Gryff, who bounded out of the woods surrounding the house. A stick that was nearly the size of a log trailed from the dog's mouth to the ground, leaving a furrow in the fallen leaves.

"Getting cold, huh, Gryff?" Clyde ruffled the big dog's ears when the dog lay the stick down at his feet.

"Woof," Gryff barked agreeably, his wagging tail making an arc in the leaves behind him.

"Ain't you tired, yet, boy?"

In answer, the dog stood at attention, his liquid-dark eyes tracking Clyde's every movement as the man leaned down to grab the stick and hurl it as far as he could for the dog to fetch.

While he waited for the dog to retrieve the stick, Clyde tried to shove thoughts of Rey out of his mind. She'd been so sweet, with just a tinge of bossiness, and Clyde liked that more than was probably smart. He still couldn't quite fathom how a girl like her had any interest in a big dumb former criminal like him.

But he couldn't get the taste of her cinnamon lips out of his head, nor the feel of her when she came on his fingers. She'd been so warm and soft and slick.

His cock stirred in his jeans, and Clyde unzipped his jacket to let the cold air blast him back to reality.

Gryff reappeared with another, even larger stick.

"Why don't you like chasing a ball, huh?"

Gryff smacked his front paws on the ground and stuck his tail in the air as he readied to steal the stick from Clyde's grip.

They tussled for a minute until Clyde wrestled the stick out of the dog's jaws and threw it into the woods again.

Cold wind ruffled his hair, and Clyde shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked his boot through the brown grass until Gryff came back.

"Alright, last one." He threw the stick again, and headed back toward the little white-painted house he'd bought after Jimmy had decided it was safe to retrieve the money from the Speedway. Smoke curled from the chimney, reminding Clyde that he needed to check his stock of firewood before the first snow fell.

And if the freezing wind that had started whipping harder was any indication, that would be soon. He needed to get Sadie back home before it became too cold for his truck to crank. Whistling for Gryff, Clyde crunched through the brown grass, stomping his boots on the step to knock the mud off. Gryff appeared like magic at the tree-line and raced toward him, and Clyde watched the big dog's long legs eat up the space between them. Stopping halfway, Gryff took a moment to sniff around a bit, pushing his snout through a pile of leaves, but a sharp whistle from Clyde had him headed back in the right direction. At the back porch, Gryff leaped over the concrete steps and pranced on the doormat while he waited for Clyde to let them in.

After Clyde filled Gryff's food and water bowls, he shuffled over to the coffee pot and set another pot to brewing while he went through the refrigerator to see what he needed to add to his grocery list. Bacon, of course. Eggs, milk, coffee, maybe a little box of chocolates for Rey, more chicken nuggets for Sadie.

Thoughts of Rey set his blood to boiling again, and Clyde felt he better go take a cold shower before going down to the Save'n'More.

"Gonna change before we go," he muttered as he passed through the living room where Sadie had pulled a book out of her bag and was curled up in the corner of the couch. "Got muddy," he said by way of unnecessary explanation. His niece hadn't even heard him, she was so engrossed in Peter Pan . One of his favorites too, he thought idly.

Finally, he was clean and changed, Sadie's things were all gathered up, and they were ready to leave. So he tossed Gryff a treat, turned on the radio for the dog so it wouldn't be too quiet, and grabbed his stash of reusable grocery bags before pulling his jacket back on and heading out to climb in his old truck.

Dropping Sadie off with Bobbi Jo was uneventful, and Clyde could only hope his grocery run would be the same. No such luck. As soon as his old boot touched the asphalt in the parking lot of the Save'n'More, he saw Mellie come running over from her salon.

By the time Mellie had made it across the busy street, Clyde had gone inside, found a buggy, and begun ticking items off his list.

"Heard you had a date last night," Mellie said by way of greeting as she caught up to where Clyde and his buggy took up most of the cereal aisle.

"Hi to you too, Mel," Clyde said.

"Heard you had a date with Miss Rey," Mellie repeated.

"It was not a date," Clyde groused. "She had my book and wanted to return it. It was time for supper, so we ate together. That's all."

Mellie's black-lined eyes narrowed and she clicked her long fake nails together, pretending to examine them.

"Rose said y'all held hands."

"She was sad. I tried to make her feel better." Clyde sighed through his nose, trying not to roll his eyes to the heavens at his sister's meddling.

"Hmm." Mellie tossed her hair over a shoulder and peered at the cereal selections Clyde was showing her. She shrugged and said, "both."

Clyde tossed the boxes of Froot Loops and Cinnamon Toast Crunch on top of his growing pile of food.

"What's all this for?" Mellie looked suspicious.

"I dunno." Clyde shrugged. "I felt like stocking up before it snows."

Mellie scoffed. "It's not gonna snow."

"Feels like snow out there."

"Whatever. I gotta go, Purple Lady's under the dryer. See you later."

She gave him a half hug and pranced back out the door, her honey-colored hair extensions swinging, and her white cowboy boots clicking on the grey tiles.

Clyde wandered throughout the store, grabbing more things from his list along with a few extras, like a couple bottles of wine. He'd seen a few bottles in Rey's apartment and blushed as he thought he might ask her to drink it with him. He only stocked cheap red and white at Duck Tape because so few people around these parts drank wine at bars, so he rarely drank the stuff himself. Choosing a bottle based on a pretty label he thought Rey might like, Clyde perused the aisles, thinking about what else he might like to get for her. And he found himself wondering if she'd let him cook for her. He wondered if she felt better after her sad spell the day before, and considered calling her, but he noted the time and guessed that she was probably at the school to sort out the pipe situation, and he didn't want to interrupt her.

So he checked out at the fancy new self-checkout and loaded his groceries in the banged-up bed of his old truck. His phone rang in his pocket a few times, but he'd put it in his right pocket and still felt a little leery about driving with his prosthetic hand, especially after only having his license back for a few months. So whoever it was would have to wait 'til he got home.

When got home and got all the groceries unloaded and put up, Clyde pulled his phone out and saw three missed calls from Rey.

His heart stopped for a moment, wondering if she'd tell him that she regretted having let him touch her the night before, if she never wanted to see him again.

But surely she wouldn't call three times just to tell him to fuck off, would she?

Delaying the inevitable, Clyde shoved his phone back in his pocket and checked on Gryff, who was lolling on the couch with his paws in the air, woofing faintly at dream-squirrels, teeth showing. Clyde always wondered if he caught the squirrels in his dreams since he so rarely did in real life.

After fiddling around in the kitchen, making more coffee, and rearranging the boxes of cereal twice, Clyde figured he better nut up and face the music.

He gritted his teeth and called Rey back.

"Clyde!"

She sounded… happy… to hear from him?

"Hey, Rey." Clyde tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and waited for the other metaphorical shoe to drop.

"I'm so happy I caught you! I have a question. A favor, really."

Clyde didn't quite know what he thought about that.

"What's up?"

Gryff shifted a bit at Clyde's voice.

"You know how the school flooded last night?"

"Yes'm."

"And you know how the auditorium floor dips down?" She didn't give him time to answer. "Well, the auditorium is flooded, and they're still trying to figure out how to drain it. We obviously can't have the Christmas play there, but we were able to move that to the community center. The only problem is that we have to clear out immediately after the play for some meeting. But I thought," she paused, and Clyde imagined her twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "I thought," she continued, "well since Duck Tape is so close to the community center that we could maybe have the reception there? I know you're family-friendly during the day, and the school already has parents bringing food. We just need the space. I don't want to put you out if it's too much trouble? I wouldn't ask so last minute but we're desperate."

"I don't know a thing about party planning, Rey."

"Oh, I'll do all the work! You won't have to lift a finger!" Clyde wondered if she heard the double meaning in her words and very nearly didn't hear her continue." So you'll let us do it? Please?"

The please was what got him.

"Yeah, I guess y'all can use the bar."

"Oh, Clyde, thank you!"

" You need me to do anything for you out there?"

"Nope! I'll set up and all the parents and teachers will bring their shit right over from the community center."

"Shit, huh?" Clyde smirked.

"Absolutely. You ever had Mary-Louise's divinity? Divine it is not ." She made a gagging sound and Clyde tripped over his own foot.

Clyde Logan Logan, you quit thinking about putting your cock in her mouth right this minute, he told himself.

"Unf," was all he could manage, and he watched as Gryff slowly slid off the couch, hind legs still on the cushion, and stretched before wandering off through the dog door.

"Anyway," Rey continued. "You'll never believe this, but you left your book at my place!"

"I—huh." He hadn't noticed.

"So, I thought I'd deliver it in person," she said coyly.

Clyde decided not to question her, so she didn't change her mind.

"You know where I live?"

"It's the strangest thing," she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. "I met your sister today when she came to pick up Sadie, she said she hadn't realized that the school was closed, you see, and we started talking, and she just sort of casually mentioned where you live."

Damnit, Mel. His sister's name ought to be changed to Meddlin' Mel. Mendacious Mel.

"Well, come on out then."

"I will! See you soon!"

After she disconnected, Clyde panicked for a moment, wondering what he should do to prepare for her imminent arrival. Tea? Coffee? Should he bake cookies? Make a meal?

Clyde Logan, mama's voice sounded in his head, it's only a fifteen-minute drive out from town. Ain't no time for cooking. Just make a pot of coffee and get out the nice mugs and maybe some doilies.

He did all that and relit the fire in the fireplace before pulling out the chocolate and wine he'd bought with Rey in mind. Not that he had any intentions of getting either of them drunk, but it sure did look nice in the center of his little round table.

She arrived in a Volkswagen Beetle that somehow looked worse than his beat-up old truck. It looked like most of the car had been robin's-egg blue, but over time, rust spots and two replacement doors—one butter-yellow and one fire-engine red— had left the car looking like a bit of a mess.

Clyde loved it.

He walked over to the car, seeing Rey bang her shoulder into the door in an unsuccessful attempt to open it. Clyde gave the outer handle a good sharp tug and the door flew open just as Rey lurched forward to smash into it again. She launched herself right out the door, into Clyde's middle, knocking them both backward into an icy puddle. Clyde grunted as the wind got knocked out of him; her shoulder had rammed into his chest.

"You alright?" he gasped out.

"Oof." Her knit hat, this one a riotous rainbow of colors, had fallen over one eye. "I'm drenched, but I'm okay." She leaned back from where she'd fallen on top of him. "You okay?" She stood, kicking water off her shoes.

"Other than the ice-water in my jeans, I'm good." He shifted, pushing himself up with his good arm. "Let's go inside. The fire's going and I just made coffee."

"Ooh yes!"

Inside, Clyde pointed Rey to the bathroom and brought her a selection of clothes to choose from: his bathrobe, one of his newer flannels, a tee-shirt, his softest pair of sweatpants, a pair of wool socks that would definitely not fit her, and a pair of pajama pants that Mellie had left in his dryer. While she changed, Clyde retreated to his room and changed into grey sweats and a long-sleeved waffle-knit shirt. He was nervously fiddling in the kitchen when Rey emerged from his bathroom.

For some inexplicable reason, she'd chosen to put on the flannel shirt, bathrobe, and socks in what had to be the oddest combination of clothing he'd ever seen. The flannel hung past her knees, and the sleeves of the robe flopped over her hands. She'd pulled the socks up to her knees so the heels stuck out like wings on her calves. Her hair was tied up into a bun on top of her head, and her face was pink and shiny like she'd scrubbed it clean, which caught him off guard. He was used to women like Mellie who never let anyone see her without her face fully made up.

Even though Clyde was objectively aware that Rey hadn't worn nearly as much face goop as his sister, seeing her without even those little accentuations of her features felt important, somehow.

She flopped down on his couch and tucked her feet under her like she did it every day, and her familiarity with his house, with him, was much more intimate than anything they'd done the night before.

Clyde stifled a shiver at the thought.

"Coffee?" he asked, heading for the kitchen.

"Yes, please! I'm freezing!"

Leaning over her, Clyde tugged the old quilt off the back of his couch and dropped it over her bare legs before heading to the kitchen. He sprayed a mountain of whipped cream into her mug and tucked the box of chocolates under his arm. She accepted her mug gratefully, wrapping her hands around it and sighing with contentment before licking the top off the swirl of whipped cream as he deposited the chocolate beside her. Clyde returned to the kitchen to catch his breath and make his own coffee minus the whipped cream.

On second thought, he added a much smaller amount than he'd given Rey, and joined her on the couch, bare feet shuffling over the worn linoleum.

They sipped in silence for a few moments, staring at the fire as it crackled and popped.

Passing his mug back and forth between his hands, Clyde peered down into his mug at the dissipating mountain of fake cream in his coffee when he felt the couch move. Curious, Clyde looked around until his gaze settled on Rey, who had shoved herself as far into the corner as she could and had curled up into the smallest ball she could manage, shivering. Slinging his arm over the back of the couch, Clyde crooked a finger at her. Slowly, she uncurled herself and set her mug on the floor before practically flinging herself across the cushions between them and nestling under his arm, pressing her body into his. More shivers wracked her body, and Clyde nearly yelped as she pressed her icy nose into his neck as she slid her legs over his.

Wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer into his body heat, Clyde let his eyes close and brushed a kiss over her temple. A soft sound of contentment left Rey's throat as she burrowed even closer to him beneath the afghan. An indeterminate amount of time passed as they sat nestled together. When her breathing slowed and evened out, Clyde realized Rey had fallen asleep and wasn't quite sure what to do. He wasn't sure he'd ever been trapped beneath a sleeping woman before. Moving her didn't seem to be an option; she grunted and squeezed her hands tighter into his shirt when he tried to shift her around. Luckily, one of the useless couch pillows Mellie had insisted he needed was in reach, and he settled it behind his head.

Not so useless now.

Maybe trapped wasn't the right word. Her weight over his body felt calming, and he lost himself in the rhythm of her breathing, not thinking or feeling, just simply being with her.

A millennia passed as he sat with Rey in his lap.

Or was it just a handful of seconds?

When she eventually stirred, Clyde held his breath, not wanting to wake her. Muscles tensed beneath his hands, and her breathing quickened as Rey blinked her eyes and flinched in a moment of panic Clyde recognized all too well.

"It's alright, darlin', you're here with me."

Gently, Clyde removed his arms from around her, uncertain if she'd want to be touched when she was clearly disoriented.

"Clyde?" Rey asked sleepily.

Her eyes focused on his face, then to the small wet spot on his shirt where she'd apparently drooled.

"You okay?" Clyde asked.

"Yeah, I-," she blushed a bit, trailing her fingers over his chest. "I'm sorry for sleeping on you."

Clyde noted that she remained on his lap.

"It was nice," he said. "You snore though." He grinned at her mock outrage.

"I do not!"

"You kinda do. 'S cute though."

Her eyes crinkled in the corners and her nose wrinkled up as she tried to stop herself from grinning at him.

"You take that back, Clyde Logan."

"No, ma'am."

Rey eyed him thoughtfully before sliding her body around so that she was straddling his lap.

"You sure you don't want to take it back?"

She seemed to have warmed up considerably, particularly at the juncture of her thighs, which she had pressed up against him.

"What happens if I don't?"

In answer, she spread her legs wider, lowering her body even closer to his.

"Honestly, darlin', if you want me to take it back, that's not the way to convince me."

One dark eyebrow arched in response.

"Oh?" Rey peered at him, their faces level with her sitting on his lap.

And she kissed the space between his eyebrows before hopping up too fast for him to catch. Sauntering toward the kitchen, she grinned over her shoulder, her hips swaying and his over-sized socks sliding down her legs as she walked.

Clyde followed her curiously and found her sitting on his kitchen table, legs swinging, with her hand deep in a box of Lucky Charms.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked through a mouthful of sugary cereal as she held the box out toward him. He took a handful and pushed the box back toward her in answer. "These are my favorite, but I never buy them, you know?"

I'll buy you all the cereal you want , Clyde thought, if you'll let me .

He nodded. He wasn't usually one for indulgence, either.

But Rey- he let himself want her.

"So," she said, looking down into the box. Clyde guessed she was searching for more marshmallows. "You gonna take it back?"

"Maybe."

Moving closer to her and tugging the box out of her hands, Clyde used his hands to push her knees apart wide enough for him to stand between them. Rey's hands slid around behind his back, pulling him down to her, their lips meeting in a sugary kiss.

Half a second too late, Clyde realized what the rapid clicking sound he suddenly heard was, and before he could stop it, two huge paws had landed on him and Rey, and it seemed that Gryff had inserted himself into the conversation.

Tail swirling like a helicopter's blades, Gryff immediately stuck his nose into Rey's face, swiping his tongue from her jaw to her temple.

"Gryff!" Clyde reprimanded, "No! Down!"

The dog immediately slid down to lie on the floor, his big brown eyes looking at Clyde in betrayal as if to say "but new friend!" He wasn't too upset, though, because his tail still swished on the floor.

"Sorry, he gets excited about new people. You okay?" Clyde asked Rey, who still looked vaguely startled to have been licked so abruptly.

"I love him!" she squealed, sliding off the table to join Gryff on the floor, holding her hand out for him to sniff.

Gryff sniffed her intently, tail still making a large arc on the floor, then the big dog gave a low sound in his throat that wasn't quite a growl but sounded enough like one to give Rey pause. She pulled her hand away, starting to push herself up on the floor when Gryff laid a huge paw on her leg.

"He likes you," Clyde said. "That's how he talks. He's asking you to pet him."

"Oh, he talks?" Scooting herself closer to the dog, Rey placed her hands beneath his ears, burying her fingers into the soft fur there in Gryff's favorite spot. Gryff promptly fell over on his side to ask for more. And she obliged, sliding her hands down the length of the dog's long body, all while he encouraged her with his whine-growl.

"You're so soft, Gryff, such a good boy," Rey crooned to him, scratching along his ribcage. "But you kind of interrupted us. Can't you go find a bone to occupy yourself for a while? I promise I'll give you more attention later."

Gryff's back legs were kicking in rhythm with her hands on his belly, his tongue lolling out. Clyde thought he knew exactly how the dog felt. Having Rey's hands on him made him feel…good. In a way that he didn't know if he had ever felt.

"Come on, Gryff, let's find that bone."

Rey smirked but pressed her nose to Gryff's, and just barely missed backing away before she got another swipe of his tongue on her face.

Reaching on top of the fridge for one of the special bones that Clyde usually only gave Gryff when he wanted to read a book in one sitting, Clyde pulled one down and went down the hall to toss it onto the dog's bed in the spare bedroom. Immediately, the big dog flopped down, placed his huge paws on one end of the bone, and happily gnawed on the other.

"You were saying about being interrupted?" Clyde teased Rey when he returned to the kitchen.

"Hmm." She curled her fingers into the pockets of his sweats, using them to pull him back toward where she'd resettled herself on the kitchen table. Her knees spread further apart, and she hooked her ankles together behind him, tugging him even closer. Clyde settled his hands above her knees, a safe spot, he thought. Not so low that she'd think he wasn't wanting her, but not so high that she'd think him greedy, either.

Rey's lips twitched like she knew exactly what he was thinking, and she slid her hands up from his pockets to slowly pass over his stomach, then his chest until she reached his shoulders and tugged him back down to meet her lips.

Clyde found himself very grateful to have purchased the taller of the two tables he'd considered as Rey's fingers slid behind his neck and into his hair. Pulling him even closer as she scooted closer to him and deepening the kiss, Rey made a soft sound as she pressed against him that Clyde desperately needed to hear again. Tracing his hands lightly over her thighs, his fingers continued their path over smooth skin and kept right on going until they met her hip bones and the lack of fabric that covered them.

Instantly, Clyde's whole body heated, flushing to the tips of his ears.

This woman had been sitting on his lap for God knew how long, in his clothes, with no underwear .

She was going to kill him.

So he dropped to his knees before her, staring up into her face as he slid his hands back down her legs, tracing down over her calves to stop at her ankles. Panting, she peered down at him, questioning, until Clyde wrapped his hands around her ankles and pushed upward, placing her heels on the table and fully exposing her to him.

Clyde watched as her eyes widened in understanding, and her breath caught as he leaned closer to her center.

"You," Clyde said conversationally as he traced one finger over the crease in her thigh, "are going to be the death of me darlin'."

Rey whimpered as his finger mirrored its path on the other side.

He settled in closer to her, watching her skin pebble as his breath skated over the soft flesh.

"Yeah?" she panted. "Well, you might just kill me if you don't- ah!"

Having anticipated her reaction, Clyde had waited until she started to protest before giving her what she wanted. He brushed the tip of his finger over the swollen bud of her clit, watching the muscles in her abdomen clench as her back arched beneath the touch.

So widely spread were her legs that Clyde didn't have to spread her lips to see just how dripping wet she was, all for him. Resting his head against her thigh, Clyde lazily traced the length of her slit with two fingers, enjoying the feel of her arousal while she whimpered at his touch. Slowly, drawing her wetness up with his fingers, he drew a pattern over the bundle of nerves that left her a mewling mess beneath his hand. He watched as her head fell back and her fingers dug into her ankles, holding herself up.

"Let go, darlin'," he murmured into her skin.

So she did, falling backward to lie on his kitchen table, legs still propped on the edge, and her sweet little pussy opened and ready as he dipped a finger inside. That soft little whimper left her again, and one hand left her ankle to twist and tug at her nipple.

His girl needed more.

Shifting his weight forward slowly enough that he didn't give any warning as to what he was about to do, Clyde brushed his nose through her folds, over her clit, his tongue tracing to the side. She needed more, but she needed to want it more. His thumbs dug into the flesh of her inner thighs. She groaned and buried her hands in his hair, attempting to pull him in closer.

With one hand he dragged her closer to his mouth, feeling her heat while his other hand kept her lips spread. He let those fingers drift, letting his lips part hers for a brief second; a satisfying gasp released from her mouth. She needed this, and Clyde would oblige.

Why keep such a lovely lady waiting?

Giving in, he let his tongue trace the edge, finally tasting her just like he had imagined. She may have needed more, but he needed this . Briefly pausing to look up, her eyes were where they should be, on him , he gripped her hips, sliding his tongue between her folds and pullingher clit between his lips. The moan she let out told him where to keep his tongue, moving while he sucked. He held that spot, knowing that she'd moan even harder if he just kept going. Her hand was still in his hair, pulling him in further. That wasn't what this was about, though. Keeping one hand on her hip to keep her down, he grabbed the other hand and freed his face for a moment. Gripping that hand at her side, he dove back in. He might not be able to prove a point by getting back to it, but he'd damn well hear her voice. As if on cue, he got his encouragement.

His tongue went wild, exhilarated by her moaning he began to lap at her. It was easy enough to get her to moan, but he wanted to feel her writhe against his face, leaving him dripping with her arousal. That meant either freeing her hand or letting go of her hip. Knowing she'd play nice after letting him pin her down, he freed her hand. She'd need to have blood in it shortly anyway.

With that he plunged a finger in her, beckoning her to come closer. He could feel this working, she moved with every stroke of his finger, shook with every pass of his tongue. Clyde knew he could get her to do anything right now to keep him going.

Her cunt was dripping. He had her where he wanted her, or rather he was where she needed him to be. He turned his finger inside of her. Palm up, he inserted another finger, rubbing along that spot inside her that made her arch into his hand. He slid in and out of her, her wetness coating his hand, he plunged back in, only to curl his fingers back toward his tongue. She screamed in pleasure.

"Good girl," he said. "Come here." Rey's back arched and that damn hand found his hair again. It pulled him in. He couldn't fucking breathe, but he knew that if he kept up what he was doing, she'd fall back in no time. He threw his other hand around her wrist to loosen her grip on his hair, just a quick breath and he'd have all he needed. He gasped and returned to her, his pace quickened, lapping at her again.

Her pulse quickened; he could feel how close she was. He pulled her clit into his mouth, only to be pulled in closer himself. He didn't think that was possible but gave a little part to his fingers to gain back some control. Pressing on that spot inside seemed to do the trick. She loosened her grip and let him get back to work, somehow even wetter than before. A good drink after a lot of work tastes better anyway. He had both now and was obliged to finish the job.

As she fell back, his hand caressed her breast, her nipple was already hard. A slight smile escaped and he replaced his fingers inside of her with his tongue. Damn if she wasn't wetter than he thought. His face was dripping now. He went to wipe his face but decided to keep going, she tasted so good. Her reaction to his tongue inside of her was all he needed. She gasped as he stroked her with his tongue. Tracing back to her clit, he saw her grit her teeth. She was ready for this. He put his fingers back inside of her, adding a third for good measure, racking up an extra moan. With his tongue and fingers working he had time to watch her face. He stared up at her while she stared intently back at him.

That's what he wanted to see.

It wasn't long before she broke the staring contest, her shoulders reeling backward, breasts arching upward. Her eyes rolled back, her breathing matching the pace his tongue had set.

When her pussy started clenching around him, Clyde knew better than to stop what he was doing and fucked her with his fingers as he watched her fall apart.