What Clay was giving her now was pure bliss. Each slow, velvety lap of his tongue sent her spiraling higher and higher. He lingered over her like her pussy was his only destination, and she wondered how he disciplined himself to not just plunge in and get it over with the way JT would have. She jolted when Clay pinched her ass cheek hard.
“Ow!” she cried through trembling lips, knowing what that was for even before he said it.
“You’re with me now, Lily. Stay with me and don’t allow him to ruin this. Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she replied as he continued licking, and she settled back into the sexual haze stealing over her. “But you were reading my mind and you were right. This is about us, right now.”
Whatever came tomorrow, she’d still have this time with him.
He caressed the spot he’d pinched in consolation as Lily lost herself in the sensations, allowing him to find his own rhythm. The strokes of his tongue changed. Fast, fast, slow. The tension inside her escalated. He teased and touched until she was throbbing and on the verge of orgasm. She couldn’t believe how fast she’d gotten there, considering JT’s cruel accusations of frigidity.
Blotting JT from her mind, she focused on the increasing tension and tendrils of pleasure that echoed through every nerve ending in her body. While stroking her channel with his fingers, he laved her clit repeatedly.
She cried out as he touched a spot inside her with his fingertips that made her arch and moan with need…pleasure…agony? The pleasure was so intense she felt it everywhere and not just in her pussy. The last straw came when he closed his talented lips around her flesh and sucked at her clit, alternating with devastatingly accurate flicks with his tongue, then sucking again.
White light exploded behind her eyelids, and she howled and panted as her back bowed off the bed. Clay’s hands caressed her hips and her abdomen as he slowly brought her back down to earth, licking and stroking her through every pulse of her orgasm. Her pussy felt on fire, and he teased her gently as her desire began to build again.
She attempted to catch her breath when he lifted up and reached for the drawer in the bedside table, all the while laying a slow, wet kiss on her lips.
“I love the way you taste, Lily. You have nothing to worry about or be ashamed of.”
Easy for you to say. You haven’t seen me in the light of day.
But she licked her lips and realized he was right as she tasted herself. Certainly not ambrosia for the gods but not repulsive by any stretch of the imagination.
It was dark, they were moving forward with this, and there was nothing she could do about the tattoo at the moment, so she chose to slam the door on her worry. He sat up, and she heard the tear of foil. A deep tremble went through her as her pussy quivered with need for him. Soon he’d fill her with his cock and she was driven by the need to please him. She realized too late that she should’ve sucked his cock for him. Next time she’d make it up to him.
“One thing at a time, baby,” he said with a chuckle. How much of that did I say out loud?
Leaning on an elbow, he settled his solid hips between her thighs. His warmth and sheer size nearly overwhelmed her, as did the feel of the solid, heavy ridge lying against the crease between her hip and thigh.
Clay brushed a sweet, gentle kiss against her lips. “We’re going to take this slow and easy, Lily. You’ve been through a lot, very little of it good, and I’m not going to ignore that fact. Stay with me, okay?”
The fact that he wanted to reassure her, when she already knew he’d be unimaginably gentle, brought the mist of tears to her eyes. Her voice caught when she replied, “Yes, Clay.”
He kissed her again as he lifted his hips and used one hand to tease the head of his cock against her drenched opening, making it easier for him to slide in. He thrust his hips against hers, and she panted as his large, blunt cockhead slid though her swollen opening. She sighed with bliss at his tenderness and the erotic sensation of him filling her so tightly.
With each slow thrust, he sank deeper until she had all of him. He rested his head between her breasts and breathed hard as he thrust against her. He pressed a kiss against her left breast. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” He moved his knees so they were positioned under her buttocks.
When she complied, he wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted her to change the angle of his thrust. Doing so buffeted her clit against his pubic bone and the crisp hairs at the base of his cock with every stroke. She was surprised by how quickly she returned to the precipice of release.
“Oh, Clay! I’m—Please don’t stop!”
“Never, unless you to tell me to, baby. You feel so good!”