15. Chapter 15 – Lucy #2
I wanted more. Needed more. Not just the friction, but the proof. The certainty that he saw all of me and still demanded more.
I turned in his arms, pressing my breasts against his chest, painfully aware of my erect nipples poking at the fabric of my bra. “You have too many clothes on.”
“Help yourself,” he said, eyes gleaming.
I focused on slipping the buttons of his shirt free, aware that his hungry gaze traveled over my breasts to my birthmark and down to my thighs. I let him look, holding my breath as I worked his shirt from his shoulders, stripping it away from his strong forearms and dropping it to the floor.
“Honey, I am so hard for you right now.”
My palm slid down, tracing his length. He arched into my hand, grinding gently.
“You still have too many clothes on,” I admonished. Our hands tangled at his belt. He dropped his forehead to mine, breathing hard as he let me take over.
“Did I mention that it’s been a while for me?” he asked, sounding strained.
“It may have come up.”
He groaned out a laugh. “God, it’s not the only thing. Lucifer, you’re going to be the end of me.”
His trousers fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, leaving us both in only our underwear.
His erection announced itself proudly in his boxer-briefs, jutting toward me, begging for a real introduction.
Gripping him in my hands, I stroked to his tip, enjoying the way Clay hissed under my touch.
His gaze was unfocused, his expression hazy. I loved that I could do that to him. He was totally in my thrall. At my mercy. His desire fueled my own, letting me feel powerful, even as I melted, falling prey to the hunger blazing in his eyes.
Heat pooled between my thighs, turning liquid as he gripped my wrists, prying me gently away from his erection and walking me backward until my calves hit his mattress.
“I’m ready for that world tour if you are.” Clay’s voice was husky. His strong jaw clenched, and he bit out, “If you want to stop, please tell me now, Luce.”
I hooked a finger into the waistband of his underwear, sinking to the bed and taking him with me.
He followed, careful not to crush me with his bulk even as he crowded me into the mattress.
He braced his forearms along my head, one muscular thigh draped heavily over mine.
Soft and hard. Hairy and smooth. I reveled at the different textures as he smoothed one work- roughened palm down my side to my hip, leaving heat in its wake.
He captured my mouth in a kiss that started soft, but I opened, seeking more.
Needing more. Urgency drove my tongue to tangle with his, exploring in a never-ending dance that left me panting.
An answering heat and fullness trickled through my center until I ached for more than just his mouth on mine.
“More.”
Clay heeded my invitation, nuzzling his way down my neck and lavishing each breast with attention. Each draw on my sensitive flesh sent waves of heat through me, making me thrash beneath him, arching my hips.
“There’s my greedy girl.” He traced kisses lower, slipping around the edges of my birthmark.
“I love to travel.” His tongue licked out, sending a trail of fire to my center.
“I see London.” He petted across one rib.
“I see France.” He hooked his fingers into my underwear, stripping them away with my help.
My thighs scissored open, exposing my hidden flesh for his inspection.
He probed my entrance, sliding his fingers through the liquid between my folds, slicking it to the top of my pussy, circling my clit.
Each rub sent quivering sensation arcing through my body.
I writhed beneath his touch, helping him find a rhythm that worked for me.
Pleasure flickered, so close that I bowed into his fingers, finding the pressure I needed. My lashes fluttered. Close . Breath hitching in rasping gasps, I reached for that waterfall, straining closer to the cascade of pleasure.
I nearly cried out in dismay when Clay shifted, pulling his talented fingers away. I’d been so close. Any thoughts of complaining faded as he dropped his chin to my inner thigh.
He licked along my slit. “I taste heaven.”
His fingers gently exposed my clit, tonguing the soft nub mercilessly as I thrashed beneath him.
Gentle rapids became a rush as I went over the edge with a whimper that could have been a scream.
Crashing down into the spray below, I rocked beneath his tongue in waves as my orgasm crested.
Sensation glittered like spray cast across the stones at the base of the waterfall, leaving me feeling the sharp sting of satisfaction.
As if my nerve endings had been pushed to their limit, they washed up on the shore to sputter out a recovery.
Clay slid onto his side, his smile selfie-at-Niagara-Falls worthy. The trophy of the world traveler, a smug curve to his lips.
Gooey and warm in the aftermath of my orgasm, I couldn’t bring myself to call him on that ghost of a smirk. He’d earned it. And so much more. Wrapping my hands around Clay’s erection shook the triumph from his expression, leaving something raw in its place.
“I want you.”
“I’m getting that message,” he hissed as I squeezed him, enjoying the firm length of him, hard beneath my fingers. “Greedy, greedy.” His eyes glittered. “Hold that thought.”
He pulled back, finding and sheathing himself in a condom in record time. I tried to help, but my hands fumbled the wrapper, shaking too hard, my nervous system still overwhelmed.
He hovered over me, and I spread my thighs wide, hooking one leg around his hips to urge him closer. He grazed my entrance, rubbing against my slit before sliding home.
“God, that’s good.” Full and satisfying. Only better when he tilted his hips, rubbing his pelvic bone against mine. I clenched around him, wanting to hold him right there.
Clay hissed, the low thread of sound seeping from between his lips as he fought for control. “More of that and I won’t last long.”
He slid deeper, and I whimpered. “Same,” I bit out.
We strained together, finding our rhythm as he thrust and I clenched, building toward a finish line I could almost touch.
The slide of our bodies, grinding toward oblivion, should have been enough.
I squeezed my eyes tight, focusing on sensation.
On the millions of tiny nerve endings cheering us on.
“With me, honey,” Clay’s rough voice commanded. His dark gaze burned into mine, his breath coming in rough pants as he strained for me.
I tilted, thrusting my hips to meet him, ready to milk every ounce of pleasure out of his hard body. He pulled back, nearly free, before slamming forward one last time. The force of that last thrust tipped me over the edge, my body clamping around his as I found my release.
He collapsed, panting in my ear, dropping a kiss on the delicate shell once he’d caught his breath. With a heave, he fell to his side next to me, peeking at me from beneath the forearm shading his eyes.
“Honey, that was a world tour for the ages.” He reached out with his other hand, one finger drifting from my neck over one breast, smirking when the peak stiffened for him.
I snuggled closer, counting moles. Most were tiny. A smattering covered his chest, with a few daring dark spots dipping over his abdomen and hip. The tiny imperfections were somehow reassuring, even if I couldn’t detect the message he claimed I’d find.
He slipped out, returning a few minutes later to wrap me in his arms, my head on his shoulder.
“C-H-R-I-S-T-O-P-H-E-R-S-U-C-K-S. Knew it,” he said smugly, tracing the letters across my abdomen. He pushed from beneath me, following the trail he’d painted across my body with kisses. “Oops. Erased it.”
“I’m not an Etch-A-Sketch, you fool,” I said it with tolerant affection, ruffling his already-mussed hair.
He propped his chin above my belly button, grinning. “I thought you liked my imagination.”
“I do.”
He winked. “Keep practicing, honey. The other key phrase I want to hear is ‘yes, a thousand times, yes.’”
I held back my groan as I got his meaning. He was adorable, but also an absolute goof. Hard to take seriously. “Do you ever quit?”
“Nope. Not when it comes to you.” He arched a brow playfully. “Did you figure out the message yet?”
“The infamous mole message?” I shook my head. “Nope. It’s going to require a lot more study.”
“You can’t threaten me with a good time.”
I giggled, the girlish sound surprising me. “What if I need reinforcements? Next week’s art class is a nature study. Maybe if the seniors help me out, I’ll figure it out faster.”
“Bite your tongue, Luce. I’m not sharing my bare ass with anyone else.” My lips twitched as I held back a smile. He blinked slowly. Twice. “This is the part where you tell me you’re not sharing your bare ass either.”
I drew him forward for a kiss with one finger beneath his chin, the gentle brush of his mouth on mine sending flutters beating against my ribcage.
“I promise not to moon anyone else while we’re together,” I said solemnly.
“Gee, thanks,” he said wryly.
His mouth crashed against mine in a demanding kiss, stealing my breath and leaving me utterly disheveled. Wrecked for anyone but him. Maybe my promise wasn’t me spouting hearts and flowers, but my pledge still changed everything. Made it real. Made us real.