Chapter 20 – Maggie
“Undress for me.”
Fifteen minutes later, I'm standing in the center of Clay’s bedroom, back at his apartment, while he barks out orders to me like he’s a dom.
And I love it.
I unbuckle my jean shorts, sliding them down over my hips, and pull off my green tank top until I’m left in nothing but a bright red bra and matching boy shorts.
His eyes trail over me slowly, like hot embers setting my skin alight, and I can feel the goosebumps on my skin rise in response.
When he looks at me like this, I feel powerful, like the woman I know that I am, and I know, without a doubt, that he sees me the same way. At least, in this moment he does.
I arch my back and push out my breasts a little more, enjoying the way his gaze feels caressing and appreciating my body.
“The bra and underwear, too,” he commands.
I reach behind me, flicking the hook on the bra strap until it falls to the floor at my feet. My nipples are hard and pointing directly at him as the cooler bedroom air hits them. Reaching down, I slide my fingers into my underwear and strip them from my body too.
His gaze is searing now, lips rolled under his teeth and tongue sliding across his lips. I stand taller, proud of the hard work I’ve put into exercising the past year and completely comfortable in the fuller curves I hold in some places because of the weight I’ve gained from my condition.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, soaking in my body.
He gestures towards the bed, “Lay down and spread your legs so I can admire you.”
Well, damn.
I step towards the bed, crawl up to the headboard and ease onto my back where I lay, my legs cracked open slightly.
Clay joins me, settling between them still fully clothed as his hands begin to explore up and down my legs, caressing my thighs and pelvis until he makes it back to my slit and dips one finger inside. I already know I’m soaked but when he retrieves his finger with a squishing noise, I moan.
“I want to see you, too.”
“Then take off my clothes,” he says, his gaze locked on mine as his finger continues to work inside of me, pumping, playing, massaging.
I sit up, reaching for the buttons on his shirt and carefully undo them while his fingers slow their movements into lazy strokes.
When the shirt’s off I fumble for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping until they clear his waist and hips, bunching to the side of the bed.
He’s in just a pair of boxers now, his cock clearly straining to come out.
I’m momentarily transported back to the hospital room when he came for X-rays and remembering that even flaccid, this thing is humungous.
I’m in for a treat.
My tongue peeks out, licking slowly as I waste no time hooking a finger into the band, and snapping his boxers downward. The thick width of him springs out, grazing my breasts in the process and smacking his lower stomach with a satisfying 'pop!'
“Whoa,” I gasp.
I’ve seen plenty of penises; it’s part of the job when you work in healthcare, but none of them have been quite as manly as Clay’s.
The width is thick, there’s no way to describe it but say it’s like a tree trunk.
There’s one pulsing vein running on the underside, and though I instantly reach for it, trying to fit my hand around, there’s no way I can without wrapping two.
It’s ridged, and long and I’m starting to wonder how exactly that thing is going to fit inside of me without some maneuvering.
I twist my head to the side, and ease onto my back until I’m lying flat, stroking it with two hands because there’s truly no other way to handle this behemoth.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“I’m trying to figure out how you jack this thing off. Do you just...” I squeeze both of my hands around it tighter and push the skin downward then back upward, bunching it at the top, “lean against something to brace yourself or are you always lying down? It feels like a safety hazard.”
He laughs, drops his head down to my neck and shakes his head while I continue to stroke and admire him because truly, I’m fascinated.
“We’ll take it slow. You’re not a virgin, are you?”
I shake my head, “No, but I’ve only been with one other person.”
He growls as his lips meet mine, this time with a punishing kiss. “Guess it’s a good thing that I’m not the one taking your virginity from you but I’m sure I can still teach you a few things.”
“Oh, I know you can. I’ve never seen a cock this big.”
He smirks as he moves lower, the shift in his body causes my hands to lose their grip as he drops between my legs, his hot mouth trailing kisses down across my stomach, over my bellybutton and then over my slick thighs.
I rock my hips forward, trying to get some traction on my clit against his beard.
His gaze moves upward, “Eager girl... do you want to ride my face?”
I nod, “I’ve never done that before, but I think I’d like it.”
He moves back up my body, this time, hooking one of his strong arms around my waist and flipping us until he’s on the bottom. His hands wrap around my hips until he’s easing me upward and I’m positioned hovering over his head.
“Grab onto the headboard tightly and lower yourself down on my face.”
I’ve never done anything like this before, and frankly, I’m feeling super vulnerable hovering over his mouth with my legs spread open, but the thrill of it all has me acting like a pro.
My fingers wrap around the cool, wooden headboard tightly as I hover, engage my thighs, and look down at where my soaked pussy is hovering directly over his mouth. He smiles up at me, eyes full of trust and gives a small nod.
So, I sit.
I’m not sure what exactly I was expecting but whoa.
I can feel Clay’s lips start to move. Warm, soft, and gentle as they make out with my other lips.
There’s just no other way to describe it.
Then his tongue moves inward and - oh shit.
It’s spiking in and out with deliciously painful ease as I toss my head of hair over my shoulder, arch my back harder and begin to rock my hips into his face.
His nose finds my clit, rubbing gentle circles while his mouth works, and his hands guide my hips. I’m moving more frantically now, leaning into whatever feels good as I hold onto the headboard, my thighs shaking and doing their best to not crush him.
“Stop tensing. I want you to sit down on my face,” he commands, mumbling against my clit. The humming of his voice accompanied by his demanding words shatters the final threads of any insecurity I may have been holding on to.
I ride him, like ride him as if I’m riding a horse. I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but it feels so damn good, so I rock back and forth harder. His hot mouth, tongue, hands, and nose are all working in tandem, pleasuring me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
“I feel... I feel amazing,” I cry out as I move faster.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, on one of my rocks.
I nod and look downward. “Yes.”
“I’m going to touch your other hole, show you how good that can feel when you come.”
I nod again.
Never been touched back there before.
But as I ride his face, I’m starting to believe I could try everything I’ve never tried with Clay, and it would feel amazing and safe.
He draws my clit into his lips and gives it a hard flick with his tongue, causing me to clench down and cry out before he pulls back slightly to stop the orgasm that’s rearing its head.
Then, his fingers are there, massaging and caressing my hips, moving inward, until I feel one thick, padded finger circle my puckered hole, pressing in gently.
Oh… oh.
I twist my head around, trying to get a glimpse of his hand behind me as it teases. I notice his other hand is wrapped around his cock snuggly, that thick, tree trunk that’s now firm as steel.
I decide that I want to watch that while I ride his face, so I do.
Neck twisted, pussy gliding back and forth over his mouth, eyes glued to his other hand and the swollen tip of his cock that looks like it might burst. I watch in awe while his hand plays with my butt.
He circles my puckered hole once more, this time, just the tip of his finger to his nail dips inside.
Oh... I like that.
I can feel my orgasm building deep inside of my pelvis again. I’m acutely aware of all the new sensations happening within my body. The ways I’m being touched, teased and caressed. The finger at my hole that’s sliding in gently again, this time down to the first knuckle before pulling back out.
I moan and hear him hum harder in pleasure while the strokes on his cock pick up. I watch as it tightens, his breathing against my pussy quickens and I feel his finger plunge deeper.
“Clay, oh… Clay!” I cry out in pleasure at the same time that his cock jerks, unleashing hot, ropey, strings of come all over my butt and back.
I scream his name, my hearing fades, my thighs shake and my neck tenses. I was doing my best not to collapse with all my weight on his face but I’m full on suffocating him now. I try to focus and fail, he’s still moving, tongue lapping at my release so at least I know he must be able to breathe.
When I’ve finally regained my wits, I gently swing my legs off him, flop on to my back on the bed, and seal my eyes shut tightly. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, I feel his touch again, this time, gentle fingertips trailing up and down my arms and across my chest.
“Are you alright?”
“That was… I’m not even sure. That was insane, Clay. You’re way too good at that.”
He chuckles softly and I open my eyes to meet his kind ones. “So, I take it you like riding my face?”
“Like?” I scoff, “That might be my new favorite thing.”
He smiles. “I liked it too. Are you tired?”
I look down between us, seeing he’s somehow already hard again. “You know, for such an old man, you sure don’t have any issues getting it up.”
He growls, flipping on top of me this time and fisting his cock in his hand.
It’s still leaking from the orgasm he released all over my back and I don’t think I’ve ever seen something more beautiful.
My tongue darts out, wetting my lips as I wonder whether I can wrap my mouth around that thick, throbbing head.
A plum wouldn’t be a good way to describe it, more like a peach with the crease being his opening. The same opening that’s now dripping all over my stomach.
“You lick your lips like that again, and I’m going to be stuffing this inside there.”
“Do it,” I taunt.
His eyes are ablaze as he looks down at me. “Not yet, but you will. But first, we're going to see if it'll fit in your pussy.”