But there’s no time to even think about doing that because he’s bending over the bed, steadily working to strip me naked. My leggings and panties come off, then, with a hand hooked around the nape of my neck, he’s lifting me enough to pull my tunic off. That leaves me in only my bra, which necessitates him coming onto the bed and straddling me to get it off. A flash of minor jealousy whips through me as he deftly maneuvers the clasp, faster than I’m ever able to get the damn thing off, which tells me how much experience he must have.
“There,” he murmurs, lowering me back down to the mattress. “That’s better.”
It sure is, because the way he’s on my hips leaves his thick cock within easy reaching distance. My hand goes right to it, gripping it at the base and stroking upward.
Clay’s hips buck, and he groans. I expect him to swat my hand away, but the man closes his eyes and tips his head back to luxuriate in the feeling.
God, he’s beautiful. Straddling me with his knees pressed into the mattress and legs spread wide. His thick erection pulses in my hand, his abs contract, and a soft growling sound rumbles in his chest.
“I want you in my mouth, Clay,” I murmur. When his eyes snap open and his gaze locks onto mine, I have to suppress a laugh.
For just a moment, I can see indecision warring within him, but then he’s lying on the bed beside me, forcing me to release his hard length. I roll toward him. We stare at each other briefly before he rolls to his back, giving me the access I want.
I rise to my knees, shifting and shuffling closer, then bend. Hand sliding to the base of his cock again, I wrap my lips around him and take him in deep. When I pull back, sucking hard along the way, I anticipate a beautiful and sexy sound to come from Clay. An indication he likes what I did.
Instead, I find my body being lifted and swiveled, his strong hands at my hips. I’m not sure how he accomplishes it, but he has me turned in the opposite direction with me straddling his face in mere seconds.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, and I don’t hesitate. His hands wrap around to my ass, and he pulls me to his mouth.
As his lips press against my clit, I’m the one making the noises. I cry out from the pleasure. I’ve had some experience with oral sex over the years, but not with being manhandled into a sixty-nine position and attacked with lips, tongue, and teeth.
Because I’m overcome with feeling and emotion as Clay devours me from below, I’m slow to remember my original desire, which was to put my mouth on his cock. It’s still standing strong and proud before me, though, which brings back my need. I manage to take it again, drawing him into my mouth. My head starts to bob on him, syncing my movements to his.
It’s raunchy and beautiful at the same time, and wow, does he taste good. So good I don’t ever want to stop—
“Clay,” I cry out, pulling my mouth off his cock. My back dips into an arch of pleasure. He’d pressed two fingers inside me, and the combination of his tongue on my clit is too much to bear. I groan, my hips rotating to demand more. When he sucks on me with more pressure, I break apart into a million shattered pieces of ecstasy.
He feels it. Has to feel my muscles contracting around his fingers. He chuckles, the vibrations causing my orgasm to rumble harder.
I think about collapsing because, right now, my legs are shaking, but then Clay uses his incredible strength to somehow flip me onto my back with my head on the pillows. His body is over mine, nudging my legs apart, and the head of his cock presses against me.
“Need a minute?” he asks, staring down at me in question. I can’t imagine how I look, but I feel wrecked by that orgasm.
Still, my body wants more, and I shake my head. I lift my legs, bend my knees, and spread for him.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, pressing one hand into the mattress and using the other to take himself in hand to guide his cock into me.
I can feel how slick and ready I am, given how skillful he was with his mouth. My body stretches to accommodate him, and I feel like it’s welcoming him home. He slowly slides into me, inch by thick inch until his pelvis presses against my bottom and he’s completely filling me.
“Christ, you feel good,” he mutters, the muscles in his neck and shoulders straining with his effort to hold still. I know he’s seeking restraint, but I want him to let loose. If he’s felt about me the way I have about him, then this past nine years was too long to have waited, and I don’t want him to hold back.