Chapter 40 #3
“I must be doing something wrong,” Clay whispered against my breast, “if you’re laughing when I’m doing this.
” His teeth closed around my nipple and he tugged.
The move had me arching off the bed. “Ah, that’s much better.
I like you writhing for me instead of laughing.
” His hand snaked down my body. “I definitely like how wet this pussy gets for me.” With a subtle shift, he started moving down the bed, spreading my legs wide as he settled between them.
“I barely ate after you left. Nothing could come close to satisfying the hunger I had, but now I believe my feast is ready for me.”
I squirmed under his intense gaze. He wasn’t even looking me in the eyes, and it felt as if he could see directly into my soul. Gently, and oh-so-slowly, his finger ran up the side of my pussy and down the other, so close to every place I needed him, but taunting me in the process.
“God, are you trying to torture me?” My body clenched in need, wanting something to grab on to, but there was only emptiness to be found right now.
“I think torture was a two-way street this week. Did you play with yourself? Did you pretend those pretty hands of yours were mine? Did you use your fingers or one of those toys we still haven’t used to fill yourself up?”
I didn’t even have to answer; my body did it for me. Red heat suffused my face as I remembered waking from dreams of him to find myself doing exactly that.
“I enjoy knowing I wasn’t the only one. I came all over my hand every fucking night wishing it was you.
” Placing his hands at the juncture of my thighs and torso, he spread my legs even wider, his thumbs pulling my labia farther apart.
“I’m never going to tire of this meal, Reese.
” He leaned toward me, blowing hot, moist air over my already drenched skin.
I tried to move, but his hands held me motionless. I felt trapped and loved every second.
I looked down my body until he pulled his gaze from my flesh and met my stare.
“I thought you were hungry.”
A smirk tipped up the corner of his mouth. “Fucking starving.”
Burying his face in my pussy, his mouth devoured me.
Licks and nips, fast and slow, I never knew what was coming next, and everything he did kept me on edge.
I felt like the champagne in the bottle, right before the pressure of the cork is released.
Shaking my head back and forth, I forked my fingers through his hair, trying to hold him in place so I could find that moment.
Except this was his show, and he didn’t allow me a moment of relaxation.
His torture was relentless and all-consuming.
Reaching his arm over my hips, he held me in place and used his free hand to push a finger inside me.
“More. I need more.”
“More of what?”
A second finger joined the first, pumping in and out of my body as his mouth latched onto my clit.
I soared higher as he sucked it into his mouth.
The second his fingers scraped that secret spot inside my body, I screamed and held his head tight to me.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever; waves of pleasure only this man had ever pulled from my body crashed over me.
Before I was fully cognizant again, he’d moved up my body, his rock-hard erection now sheathed and poised at my entrance.
“You are so fucking exquisite in your pleasure, Reese, just like everything you do. You are too much, and I’m never saying no to too much of a good thing.
” He pushed into my body, settling himself there for a moment.
Levering himself up, he took my hands, entwining our fingers as he placed them near my head.
“I love you,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss me, his hips already moving.
Locked together from head to toe, we rode the wave of passion we created. I wrapped my legs around his waist, loving the sensation of holding him so completely against me. Every inch of my skin tingled from where he touched me, where his hair-roughened chest and legs met my sensitive skin.
The orgasm I’d just had felt like child’s play compared to the one building now. Not in intensity, but in meaning. I felt this one in my body and my heart, in my brain and my soul. This was what it meant to be connected with someone, to know they were the one.
“I love you too,” I murmured as he skimmed his lips across my jawline. The brightness of his eyes as he smiled at my words ensnared me and likely would for all my days to come.
“Come with me, Reese.”
Matching our rhythms, we let pleasure, but more importantly love, take us over the edge. As our breathing slowed, Clay covered us with the sheet and pulled me into his arms.
“I never realized I liked trouble, but I love yours, Little Trouble,” he murmured against my forehead, before laying a gentle kiss in the same spot.
Words from Gramps’ letter came back to me. “Your man is going to love that brand of trouble as much as I loved Betty’s.”
I smiled, tilting my head on his arm to look up at him. “Remind me to show you a letter I got from my Gramps.”
Clay nodded, then kissed me soundly. “I will.” He pulled me fully on top of him. “Later.”
With a kiss on his nose, I agreed.
“Later.”