Chapter 13
CLAY
My tongue pushes into her mouth as I grip her hips with both hands.
She moans softly against my lips, a sound that drives me wild. My body aches for hers as I press against her, our tongues dancing in perfect synchronization as we get lost in each other.
All I want is to be inside her. But instead of giving in to impulse here, I get off the couch and lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips as I carry her down the hall towards the bedrooms.
“First one is me,” she murmurs.
I turn where she says and tear my gaze from her long enough to look around.
The room itself is soft pink, the queen mattress covered in a white bedspread. There’s a desk covered in art supplies and a sketchpad.
I’m curious what she’s working on, but I’ve got my hands full.
I cross the room and lay her gently on the bed. Her hair spreads out on the pillow, and she looks like a goddess or a fairy or both.
I take my time undressing her, feeling her eyes on me the entire time.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.
She smiles as she reaches for me, her hands stroking my chest, my arms, my abs.
I yank off my pants, tossing them off the side of the bed without taking my eyes from her.
We're skin to skin, my body tense and my cock already a steel rod between us.
“I’ve thought about this a million times,” I tell her.
Her lips curve. “Sounds like an exaggeration.”
“It’s a conservative estimate.”
I press two fingers inside her, and she arches up to meet me.
Her body is so hot, her pussy squeezing my fingers.
She’s not wrong to think it’ll be a tight fit.
I’m six-five and have a cock to match.
It’s my job to make her ready.
As ready as she can be.
When she reaches for my cock, I gently press her hand against the bedspread.
“Let me.”
She bites her lip and allows me to explore her. Tonight, there’s no one barging in. There’s nothing stopping us.
My fingers work inside her, playing with her clit and her pussy until she tightens around me.
“Oh, God. Clay. Yes…”
She’s slick and turned on, making little sounds even as I withdraw from her.
I shift off the bed to grab a condom from my wallet. When I come back, she’s panting and staring up at me from her elbows.
But her attention falls to my cock.
“You want this, sweetheart?”
She smiles, breathless. “Yes.”
Adrenaline surges through me as I nudge her back down. “Wider. Need those ankles spread, gorgeous.”
She hesitates. I reach for her chin and tilt it up so her eyes meet mine.
“I said I’d go slow. I meant it.” My lips brush hers.
She wraps her legs around my hips again, and I adjust her. Her ass fills my hands, and I can’t wait to be deep inside her.
“Clay?” she whispers, her fingers threading into my hair.
“Yeah?”
She bites her lip, looking unsure.
I brush my mouth across hers softly. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
I press inside her, an inch at a time.
Fuck.
Oh, sweet fuck.
She feels so damn good.
Slow’s gonna be harder than I thought.
Her ribs expand, her eyes widening.
I channel all the patience I have as I adjust her in my arms, and when she relaxes, I rock back in.
Her breathing is shallow.
After a few small movements, I see it.
Her pupils dilate, her eyes softening.
“Yeah, sweetheart. That’s it.”
Her head falls back. Whether it’s from her body responding to my patient insistence or from my words of praise, I’m not sure. So, I continue both.
“You’re so good.”
The next time, I slide an inch deeper. My fingers dig into her ass, my teeth grinding together. She sighs in relief, and that exhale has her relaxing.
“Clay!” she gasps as I sink all the way inside her.
I shift onto my back and seat her on top.
She lifts off, cringing a little.
Is she hating this?
The thought devastates me.
But she lowers herself back down, one experimental inch at a time.
My hands settle on her thighs, and I force myself not to hurry her. Her eyes drift down my body, all the way to where we’re joined.
“You really are massive everywhere.” She says it breathlessly, with a hint of accusation.
“Never apologized for that before, but if you want me to, I will.”
“Maybe.” But her lips twitch too.
Damn if this girl isn’t everything good in the world.
“We can stop,” I grunt, even though it kills me to say it.
“You wouldn’t be mad?”
“No, I won’t be mad.” I might die of sexual frustration, but I’d do that before I’d hurt her again.
She tightens around me, and my smile evaporates.
My abs flex hard, my thighs clenching. I’m not used to letting someone fuck me.
I’d let her do anything she wanted.
Carve her name into my skin with her nails, red against the black tattoos covering me.
I move my feet up the bed to support her, but she seems fascinated by what we’re doing together.
“Oh!” She swallows, her head tipping back. “Ohhhhh.”
“What is it?” I murmur.
“I like watching you. Watching us,” she whispers.
And a whole other ream of ideas comes tumbling through my brain at her saying that.
Mirrors.
Photos.
Videos.
I get even harder.
“How does it feel for you?” she asks.
“Like heaven and hell all at once,” I say honestly.
“Hell?” Nova cocks her head, her lips curving. They’re a shade darker than her hair.
Yeah, because you’re in control, and I’d give you all of it.
She rocks over me, gaining confidence.
“Tell me how you feel,” I say under my breath.
“It feels wrong. Like we shouldn’t be doing this.” She arches her hips on a moan. “But somehow, that only makes me want to do it more.”
I fucking growl.
“Ride me,” I urge.
She lifts her hips a few inches, then slowly slides back down.
I’ve never been religious, but I’d worship at her temple every day for the rest of my life for a moment of this.
My jaw clenches, and my fingers dig hard into her hips and ass.
Nova repeats the movement, a little longer, a little deeper.
I change the angle, helping hit new places.
“That’s it.” My lips brush her ear, the soft skin of her cheek.
Nova’s hair sticks to her neck as her hips move faster in time with the deepening of my thrusts.
So.
Fucking.
Sexy.
Her body is kissed with sweat from the effort, and I give her a moment to adjust before pulling back, then sinking back in.
“Take all of me,” I groan. “Every fucking inch is for you.”
We move together, building up momentum.
She moans louder as I thrust harder and faster. Her grip on me tightens, her fingers and her pussy.
Her hips are rolling too, grinding to meet mine.
I’m so deep in her I swear I can feel her heartbeat through my cock.
I’m doing everything in my power to rock her world.
From the moment she looked up at me on the couch, it was a given she was going to rock mine.
“Oh God. I’m close,” she moans.
I want her to finish first. Not only because it’s the right thing to do, but because I want to watch her lose control.
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you come undone.”
I shove myself up onto my elbows, taking her breast in my mouth and sucking hard.
She twists and grinds on me, her body clenching as she cries out.
When she comes, it’s sweaty and real. I want to imprint every moan, every flutter, every arching curve on my memory forever.
My release is intense, an explosion of pleasure starting at the base of my spine.
Stars.
All I see is fucking stars, and her, and if there’s a heaven, it’s this moment right here.
I fall back, and she collapses onto me.
The thudding behind my ribs matches hers. Our skin sticks together, her floral scent settling over me like a blanket I want to wrap around me.
“You were right,” she murmurs. “That wasn’t so bad.”
I shift up on my elbows to stare down at her. “Not so bad?!”
Nova’s lips curve, her eyes dancing with humor and satisfaction. “Okay, it was really good. You’re so sexy, with or without clothes. This is just one more way to have fun together.”
The pleasure from her words hits in a different way than the orgasm. I love how honest she is with me.
“You’re the sexy one,” I murmur, brushing her hair from her face. “Thought I might die if you tapped out early.”
She grins. “I’m guessing there are other ways to finish you off.”
“Uh-huh. You keep talking like that, I’ll show you. Sooner than later.”
I slip out from under her long enough to dispose of the condom, then return, tugging her over me again. I’m stroking her hair when her words cut into my thoughts.
“You don’t seem like the kind of guy who panics.”
“Hmm?”
“What you said before. About panicking and that’s why you gave me that letter? You don’t seem like a guy who panics.”
“I do panic. I don’t show it.” I rarely explain myself unless it’s at media going over my game, but this is Nova.
I want to let her in, so I reach for the words to express the things I normally try to keep hidden.
“It turns over and over inside me, getting worse and worse. I bury it, like throwing dirt on lava, but eventually the dirt gets burned up too.”
“How do you fix it?” Her hand strokes my face, her eyes full of compassion.
“I don’t. I guess I got used to feeling terrible and not showing it.
When it came to you…” I swallow as the deal rises up in my mind.
Mentioning it feels crass and ugly after what we just did.
“I didn’t want to fuck up the things you’ve worked for.
I knew I’d hate myself if I did that. I guess I’ve never trusted myself outside of basketball. ”
“Then it’s definitely time to start.”
I pull her into my arms and lock them around her from behind, getting comfortable.
“I’m not letting you leave again,” I murmur.
She’s already asleep.