Sloane Becker

“The kids won’t know, but all of our friends certainly will,” she replied with a chuckle before moving her lips along his neck, nipping here and there. Her back still curved and her thighs in his grip, Sloane locked her ankles around him while her hands continued clutching him against her.

As Clark intended, Sloane cried out for him, and she even arched her back in response. One hand moved down his back, nails leaving puffy red lines in their wake, while the other remained in his hair to pull him against her. His lips working on her neck evoked a purr in the back of her throat.

A puff of air passed over her lips as he pulled her even tighter against him. She chuckled breathily and shook her head. “I don’t think we need to push our luck..”

Despite herself, she moaned and tipped her head back. “Impressive..” It hadn’t been the first time he’d summoned a moan from her so early, but it had been a while. Sloane rolled her neck downward so she could catch his eye and smirk at him. “Trying for a fourth kid, are you?” she teased.

Sloane hadn’t been expecting Clark to move so quickly, and she reacted sharply by biting down on his lip and hissing at the act. Of course, after years of being with Clark, the two had fallen into a familiar pattern, and apart from the location, this was no different. Her hands slid up his chest and neck to tangle her fingers in his hair, and she rolled her hips against him.

Sloane simply hummed against his lips in reply, too caught up in the moment to really respond. She stripped his belt off and tossed it to the side with the other discarded garments. With her legs swung on either side of his hips, her hands fell between them to work on his trousers.