“If you want me to stop, Lily, I will. But what I feel for you goes beyond friendship now. I want more. Are you scared of me or of making love with me?”
Making love? Did he love her? Was she capable of that emotion after what she’d been through? She’d lied to herself for a lot of years, believing if she performed well enough, JT would love her but he never had. Clay had never laid a hand on her before now, but she instinctively knew with him it would be making love and not just having sex. Could her heart handle it when all this went south because of her issues?
Her answer came with his gentle kiss and whisper, “On your terms, Lily. Whatever you can handle. All the worries racing through your mind right now, we can deal with later. I’d never intentionally hurt you.”
That was no falsehood, and she knew it. On its own accord, her hand slid over his ribs to his back. His muscled flesh was firm under her palm as she swept her hand down the length of his spine to the hard mounds of his buttocks. His very pleased-sounding sigh fluttered across her collarbone as he pressed his lips against it.
“One thing, Clay.” At his querying sound, she said, “No lights.”
“Even if I want to see you? I love your body.” He pressed his lips against the spot above the buttons of her pajama top. “I want to kiss every part of you.”
“No lights.”
She felt his acquiescent nod as the buttons on her top started to come loose. She lifted her knees and loosely wrapped her legs around his hips, giving in to him as he divested her of her top and pulled loose the drawstring on her flannel pajama pants.
Trailing his fingertips down from her breastbone to her fluttering abdomen, he parted the front plackets to reveal her breasts. The room was dark as pitch, so her other senses were heightened as his fingers retraced their path. Gently cupping her breasts in his palms, Clay leaned down and tongued one nipple then the other.
“Mmm, Lily,” he murmured against her skin then dove in, sucking vigorously until her nipples were stiff and stinging points of sensitivity. Her pussy flooded with moisture as he tormented her until she was shuddering with need, ready to beg him to strip her pajama pants off and satisfy her desperation.
She shifted eagerly when she finally felt him tug at the elastic waistband. His bare skin seared her everywhere he touched her as more and more of her flesh was exposed. She heard her pajama pants land on the wood floor. Greedy hands stroked her legs as he sat up, kneeling between her spread thighs.
Lily placed her hand across her lower abdomen, to mask the tattoo in case lightning lit the room again. She smiled, realizing she was more worried about him seeing the tattoo than the storm still going on outside. Considering her phobic state earlier, that had to be some slight progress.
Sitting motionless, sightless, Clay studied her with his fingertips, tracing every curve and crease within reach, everywhere but the place she wanted to feel his touch the most. Finally, in one sweeping stroke, his fingertips followed a trail up her inner thigh to her wet, heated pussy, pulling a needy gasp from her.
She arched against his fingers when he stroked up and down, teasing her cream from her. Leaning over her, he whispered against her lips, “You’re soaked, baby.”
Sliding her hand down his abdomen, she wrapped it gently around the thick shaft jutting from the nest of crisp, curling hairs at its base. His cock was hard and very hot in her hand as she stroked up and down his length, learning his size and his girth.
Her pussy quivered violently as she imagined being filled with him, and he slid a finger between her throbbing, wet lips. She pressed her face against his pectoral muscle as they both moaned simultaneously. A droplet of his pre-cum painted her palm as she stroked over the head and gently teased the underside of it.
Clay shuddered and whispered, “Feels so good, baby.” He scooted down in the bed, and she knew where he was headed.
“No, wait. The light. No,” she whimpered desperately. It was one thing to be joined body to body with him, but if lightning flashed with his face that close to her mound, he’d be able to see the mark.
“I’ll keep my eyes closed, Lily. Let me,” he murmured but waited for her answer.
With her hand still covering her abdomen, she nodded. Realizing he couldn’t hear a nod, she whispered, “Promise?’
“Yes.” His next touch was the feel of his sensual lips kissing her pussy.
“Oh!”
JT had never done this to her. When she’d asked once during the very earliest stages of their relationship, he’d told her he didn’t like the way a woman tasted. The knowledge that he’d based his judgment on how other women tasted had soured any interest she’d ever had in receiving oral sex from him, and she’d never asked again.