“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned.
“Want me to fill your pussy with my cum?” he murmured against her throat as she arched her back and held on to him as her curvy little body began to draw tight beneath him again. He assumed that she’d heard plenty of dirty talk from her asshole ex-husband and wanted to be cautious about arousing bad memories instead of good, sexy feelings. “I love your sweet, little pussy, Lily.”
He was careful to not use “Lil” anymore now that he knew about the wording on her tattoo. Letting him know he was doing well so far, her pussy liquefied around his cock, and he continued whispering mild, dirty little sentiments to her as he fucked her.
His cock was ready to blow its top, and he held on by the thinnest of threads as she let loose with a moan that he could only describe as joyful.
“Oh, Clay, here it comes! Oh! Oh! Oh, Clay!”
She threw her head back and arched against him, her hips gyrating frantically. He howled as he pitched over the edge at the same exact moment, both of them crying out in ecstasy, writhing in each other’s arms until movement was no longer possible.
Her pussy rippled with little aftershocks as she clung to him, her panting rapid and breathless sounding. They were plastered together, both bathed in sweat. He kissed the delicate ridge of her collarbone and felt the shudder that rippled through her body until even her pussy quivered around him.
He chuckled softly, kissed and licked her collarbone again, and said, “This little spot is very sensitive.”
Her voice quavered as he switched and applied the same attention to the other one, and she echoed, “Very sensitive. I’m sorry I made it take longer and you had to stop.”
“Don’t. Okay?” he admonished lightly. “We’re still learning each other. I never want you to approach sex as work. Not with me, okay?” Gripping her trembling body, he rolled, keeping them still connected. “Damn, you feel good.” She laid her head in the dip between his pectoral muscle and his shoulder joint, her hair scattered all around them in wild, damp waves. She struggled for a moment, trying to gather it all together, and he stopped her, holding her ass to keep her in place as his still semihard cock throbbed inside her. “Don’t move.”
She laid her head back on his chest, and he carefully gathered all the wild strands, starting from the base of her neck, and collected it all together in one bundle and laid it across her damp shoulder and over his chest. It was so long that it nearly reached the edge of the bed when he laid it out neatly. She shuddered mildly at his movements and then settled, seeming to melt against him in the afterglow.
“Are you still planning to cut it?”
“Yes. But I’ll leave it long.”
“You will? You don’t have to, you know.”
“I can tell that you and Del both like it. I don’t mind it being long, I just don’t want it past my butt and halfway to my knees anymore.”
He stroked the strands in a long, sweeping caress, and she shuddered mildly again. He smiled at how sensitive her scalp must be to react to that light touch. He also imagined that if her scalp was that sensitive how much it must’ve hurt if JT had pulled it roughly.
“I’ll miss you tomorrow,” she said quietly against his chest, her voice sounding so relaxed.
“I’ll miss you, too. I think I could get used to this.”
In a neutral tone, she said, “You mean sex every night?”
“Baby, I don’t want you to get me wrong. Sex with you is out of this world, but that’s only part of it.” He squeezed the upper curve of her ass cheek. “This is what I meant I could get used to. You on top of me, sweaty with your cheeks hot and flushed because I did right by you. That’s what I’d miss just as much.”
Lily pressed a kiss to his nipple, and he shuddered at the contact to that sensitive area. She settled her cheek on him, and somehow he could tell she was smiling. Words seemed unnecessary as he brushed the damp strands of her beautiful hair from her temple and then kissed her there.
“I’ll bet Del will love having you out there with him. And who knows, it might not be long that we have to do this. I just want to be cautious and keep you safe. He’s going to love it if you cook for him.”
“You mind if I borrow your mom’s recipe book? I want to make some of his favorites.”
“Sure. Maybe he’ll relax in the evenings with you there.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll help him.”
“Give that knee a rest in the evenings.”
“I won’t do that anymore, until my knee feels better. You can move the machine if you want to.”