Rescuing Their Virgin Mate(36)

“Good idea.” She liked he was considerate about his friend’s house.

While Clay had already seen her naked, she was still a little self-conscious about removing her clothes in front of him. As if he could sense her unease, he turned to the side as he took off his clothes. The more she got to know him, the more she found him attractive. His appeal wasn’t just his good looks or that he’d saved her twice, but his ability to moderate his hidden aggression and be gentle.

She tossed her clothes over the rim of the shower and placed her sneakers outside the stall. There were two showerheads, and once Clay’s clothes were safely out of the reach of the water, she turned hers on. Instead of using his side of the shower, Clay stepped over to her half.

“You’re a very dirty girl. All this sand will be hard to get off.”

She faced him and let her gaze drag down to his huge penis. Wow. Little doubt remained about his interest or what they would be doing later. Several objections over what she was ready to do came to mind, but she refused to dwell on them. Clay Demmers was too good to turn down.

“I think you’re sandier than me.” She brushed a clump from his shoulder.

He pulled her near, and his demanding kiss made her melt against his body. She loved how the planes of his chest pressed hard against her tits. When he threaded his fingers through her windswept hair, she plastered her palms against his pecs and returned his kiss with passion. Desperation clawed at her. This was no slow, sweet seduction like when she’d made love with Dirk. Clay was forceful to a point where even he seemed unable to stop the sexual train.

Water pummeled his back. He stepped away from the spray and rotated her around.

“I want to sample every inch of your body.” He lowered his head and drew a nipple into his mouth.

Streaks of delight rushed through her veins. The strong tug sent her core screaming for more. Unsure where to place her hands, she kneaded his shoulders, enjoying how the muscles bunched with every movement. When Clay pinched her other nipple, the pain brought out a gasp, but instantly her inner walls clenched. Her stomach fluttered when he rolled her nipple and joy sped into her veins.

He knelt in front of her and looked up. “Spread your legs for me.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her muscles tightened, waiting for the wonderful assault to begin. Every touch and lick had her reeling, and she could only imagine what he would do next.

Clay ran his tongue up her inner thigh and the anticipation alone made her hot—bubbling in fact. Fire streaked up her body, and he had yet to lick her most intimate region. Clay looked up and straightened his shoulders. “I don’t want you to come until I tell you.”

What kind of request was that? Being so inexperienced, she had no idea how to stop the inevitable climax. The timing was wrong for a discussion, but she didn’t want to get this relationship off to a bad start. “Why?”

He grinned. “Trust me. When you do climax, it will rock your world.”

He dipped his head before she had a chance to figure out how to respond. His thumbs pressed against her inner thighs as his tongue opened her lower lips.

All words flew out of her head as strong sparks of need grabbed her and made her dizzy. She clasped his head and moaned.

He stopped. “Put your hands on your head and don’t move.”

Where were all of these commands coming from? Her first instinct was to deny his request, but they actually turned her on. How strange was that? The few men she’d chosen to date weren’t dominant, but Clay’s aggression worked for her.

She planted her hands behind her head while keeping her gaze on him. Once more, his tongue swiped a wide path over her opening, and her belly coiled so tightly her thighs tensed. Then he hit that super sensitive spot Dirk loved to play with. It might be called a clit, but to her it was her instant lust button. Clay continuously flicked his tongue over the tiny bud then slipped a finger into her wet hole. Her womb spasmed and she milked his fingers.

He leaned back. “If you do that when I make love to you, I’ll go off like a rocket.”

“That wouldn’t be good.”

If his head hadn’t been in the way, she would have enjoyed watching his penis bob and expand as she traveled her path to heaven. If he’d let her use her hands, she’d give as much as she received.

He stood. “I miss your tits too much. Turn around and lean against the wall.”

Confusion clouded her brain, but excitement made her do as he asked. She palmed the wall, and Clay nestled his sex between her legs. When his penis bumped against her clit, she drew her legs together. In a flash, he stepped back and slapped her rear. It wasn’t real hard, but it was enough to sting. She jerked around and puffed out her chest. “Why did you do that?”