23. Fiona
Chapter 23
Fiona
I’ve never been more stimulated in my entire life. My core throbs. My heart races. I can’t seem to form words as he bites his lip and grips the counter top with white knuckles. He watches every subtle movement of the washcloth like he’s in a trance. He’s a powerful and deadly super soldier. Having this effect on him is as intoxicating as it is humbling.
I don’t recognize this new brazen, wanton version of myself, but I like her. There’s something in the way his heated, approving gaze drags over my body that coaxes this confident version of myself to the surface. My skin pebbles even in the warmth of the steamed bathroom. I’ve somehow forgotten my rage at him abandoning me in the freezing cold. I’ve forgotten the terror of our situation. There’s only me and Clay, and the safety and security he provides.
The washcloth vibrates against my clit, and I lean my head back. He’s across the room, but the touch of his powers seems more intimate than our kiss in the lake. The thrill of what we’re doing is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“Sit on the bench,” he says, his voice deep and strained. My instinct is to challenge him, but the way he looks at me has me taking a seat on the small tiled bench. It’s a command, but I’m still in control.
“Spread your thighs. Show me how you play with that pretty cunt.” My cheeks heat at his dirty words, but I separate my legs, exposing myself to him in a way I’ve never done. A pained, sensuous grunt rumbles in his throat, and he sinks to his knees.
“Show me, Flowers.” It’s the first time he’s used my nickname so softly, so reverently, and I let it fuel my fingers as I drag them up my center and circle my clit. A soft gasp escapes my lips and the whites of his eyes glow.
“That’s it,” he whispers. I drop my head back as the heat builds at my core.
“Eyes on me.”
I obey because I want to. I obey because I choose to.
His eyes are so bright, I can barely see his pretty blue irises, but his pupils are wide and hungry. I pick up my pace, moving side to side, and returning to the circles. Each sequence brings me higher and higher. I’ve never felt so alive, so free, so uninhibited.
He moves to his hands and crawls closer, still in only his boxer briefs from our swim. Soft strings of electricity undulate around him, seeming to stroke each angle, divot, and curve of his hard, sculpted body. He stops in front of me, watching me with glowing white orbs that flicker to a silent beat.
My orgasm looms, and he gently grabs my wrist and moves my hand aside. I’m a puddle of want and need. I’d do anything for him to touch me. Anything to feel him inside of me. Anything to… oh.
He hovers his hand over my center, centimeters from where I need him, but it seems like miles. “Do you trust me?” he whispers and I all but scream my assent. He smirks. Still the arrogant asshole, yet somewhere along the way, he became my arrogant asshole. And it hits me like a bolt of lightning, figuratively and literally, as feather light tendrils of translucent energy flows from his hand and vibrate against every pleasure spot inside of me, on me, over me and through me.
I’m in love with him.
An animalistic cry of ecstasy explodes from me as something unlike I’ve ever experienced possesses my body, radiating from his hand and into my very soul. It’s more than an orgasm, more than a climax. There’s no word for the amount of bliss coursing through my body and exploding from every pore as I scream and scream until my voice breaks.
I dissolve into soft whimpers, and then I sob. Gut wrenching, cleansing sobs, sending me into a different release. It’s overwhelming, but calm, like sunlight filtering through the edge of a storm cloud.
Clay’s arms wrap around me like a thunder jacket as he pulls me into his lap. He cradles my head against him, muttering soothing words I can't quite make out. He smiles down at me, brushing my wet hair off my face and dragging his fingers over my cheek.
“You are stunning,” he whispers.
The shower rains down on us and I slick his hair out of his pretty blue eyes, unsure what to do next. Saying thank you seems silly in the face of what we did, but I have an overwhelming urge to show my gratitude. Not just for the mind blowing orgasm, but for the tender way he guided me through it and the gentleness I’ve never experienced from a man. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him towards me. Our lips meet and he counters my enthusiasm with his own. Our tongues tangle. His hands slide into my hair and his cock firms beneath me.
He stands, still kissing me as he turns off the water and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me on the bed and hovers over me, both of us dripping wet, and pulls away to plant soft nips on my neck and collarbone.
“Clay?” I shiver as the water chills in the cool air, but a wave of warmth covers my body. There’s no change from him. No sign he did anything, but after the way he reached inside of me, I’d know his touch anywhere.
He pauses his pursuit down my chest and gazes up at me. “Yes?”
“I need more.”
He chuckles, deep in his throat. “Such a greedy little Flower.” He places gentle kisses on my breast before he takes my nipple in his mouth and I arch my back. “I need to taste that sweet nectar first,” he says, dropping to his knees to the floor as he grabs my hips and yanks my ass to the edge of the bed.
I giggle, blushing at his enthusiasm and his corny line, but a soft sigh rushes past my lips as his wicked tongue caresses my center, licking a slow trail up to my clit.
He gets his taste as I writhe beneath him, and my eyes go wide when his tongue vibrates. Oh. My. God.
He moves it around my entrance, focusing on the tiny nerves. He’s forced to hold me down as I threaten to fly off the bed. My body can’t handle another super orgasm. I might literally explode.
He pauses when I push on his head. “I can’t,” I breathe, but he only smiles.
“Yes, you can.“ He dives back in as the room fills with his light. He builds me up, faster than should be possible, but before I fall over the edge, he stops. I growl at him as he stands and his satisfied grin, wet with my arousal, fuels my anger.
He drops his boxer briefs and all thoughts fly out of my head as I stare at his throbbing, heavy cock. It bobs in the air, swollen and ready. He smirks that arrogant smirk that I’ll never admit I adore, and grabs his cock, giving it a few strokes.
“You ready for more?” he asks.
I narrow my gaze and spread my legs. “Do your worst, lightning boy.”
He returns my narrowed gaze and my pulse picks up. “Firebolt.”
I prop myself up on my elbows and spread my knees wider. “Less talking. More doing.”
He grins, picking me up and tossing me further up the bed. He hovers over me, supporting his weight with his muscled arms.
“You want to tango on this mattress, Flowers?”
I roll my eyes and he palms my sex. I jump as a tiny bolt of energy zaps at my pleasure spots. It’s a fraction of what he did earlier, but I bite back a groan.
“Yes, Clay. Please.”
He hums in approval and removes his hand, replacing it with the head of his cock, and my body coils with anticipation.
“Eyes on me,” he says, and I grin up at him. A soft smile plays on his lips and he kisses me. A soft press of lips on lips before he rolls his hips and pushes inside of me.
“Yes!” I scream and he pulls out and pushes back in, finding a slow rhythm that has me panting and spreading my legs as far as they will go. Once he’s stretched me and any discomfort has melted away, he pauses again.
“Whatever happens, I want you to know this is real for me. I’ve never…” he swallows, and I put my finger over his lips, pushing my sassy retort aside at the sincerity in his expression.
“I’ve never either,” I whisper and he smiles. “Now make love to me, Firebolt.”
His pupils blow wide and he stares at me as a hum of energy flits around the room and the air turns to static. He moves deep inside of me, connecting us together for more than this moment, more than this night. The room fills with light as he pumps into me, picking up speed as we both battle to not be the first to let go.
He grits his teeth, his eyes turning pure white as the smooth friction builds. But I’m not scared. Lightning shoots around the room, bouncing off the concrete walls until Clay and I become nothing but light and air. His beautiful groan of ecstasy as he loses control will forever be my favorite sound in the universe.