Chapter 19 #2
‘Good.’ She appreciated that his extended foreplay had resulted in her readiness, but it had also resulted in Stevie being at screaming point. ‘Now can we just’ – she bugged her eyes back at him to relay her impatience – ‘get on with it?’
He chuckled but did as she asked, dropping his mouth to hers as he canted his hips, the blunt dome of him breeching her entrance and pushing inside. He was big and she gasped and shifted against the unfamiliar intrusion, and he lifted his mouth and said, ‘You want me to stop?’
‘No.’ She shook her head, her pulse a mad rattle through her chest. She did not want him to stop. She wanted all of him, she wanted everything. ‘Keep going,’ she said, her breath leaving her in a rush as she adjusted the position of her hips to accommodate him better.
He kept going, little by little, and Stevie thanked God for her wetness because he was a lot, his girth stretching and filling her by degrees, her eyes shutting, her jaw clenching as she took him inside her, her nails digging into his back as she panted and gasped through the burn of his ultimate possession.
Then he was all the way in, his body stilling, his lips at her temple, his breathing almost as heavy as hers. Within moments the burn had eased to a fullness that glimmered and tingled inside her, and tears slid from behind her closed eyelids.
‘Stevie?’ he muttered, looking down at her as he placed the flats of his forearms beside her head. ‘I hurt you.’
‘No.’ Stevie’s eyes opened, meeting his worried gaze as it searched hers. She shook her head in quick denial. ‘You didn’t. I was just…’
Thinking about Yolly. Probably not the sexiest thing to admit to a guy who’d just popped her cherry.
‘It’s okay.’ His thumbs brushed her temples absently. ‘Talk to me.’
Stevie regarded him for a beat or two before she let out a breath. ‘Yolly told me that having a man inside you feels like a glow stick, like you’re lit up from the inside, and—’ She laughed. ‘She was right.’
A smile hovered on his mouth. ‘A glow stick, huh?’
She grinned. ‘Uh huh.’
‘And—’ Lowering his head, he whispered in her ear, ‘This isn’t even the best part.’
Stevie moaned as her internal muscles contracted around him at the silky promise in his voice. ‘You ready for more?’ he asked.
Swallowing against her parched throat, Stevie nodded. ‘Please.’
His gaze captured and held hers as he withdrew a little, her eyes widening at the unfamiliar shift of him inside her, but when he pulsed back in, she gasped as nerve endings sparked and the glow lit her up and everything clenched tight.
‘Okay?’
‘Yes,’ she said on a pant. ‘Don’t stop.’
He withdrew more this time and surged in again, wrenching another gasp from her throat as fluttery sensations swirled in her belly, her eyes shutting at the pure pleasure of it.
‘Look at me, Stevie girl,’ he commanded as he withdrew again, and Stevie’s eyes flew open, meeting his. ‘Don’t shut me out. I want to watch you when you come.’
He thrust back in then, faster this time, and she cried out at both the startling jab and the spin of his words in her head. I want to watch you when you come. They alone cranked up the pulse deep inside her.
‘I don’t think that’s going to take long.’
A smug grin lit his face before he dropped his head to kiss her, quick and hard as he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back, licking her gasp straight from her mouth as he repeated the move.
It didn’t take long. Not with him lifting to his elbows again and watching her intently, heat flashing in his eyes as his hips set a rhythm and a pace that stimulated already screamingly sensitive tissues.
That stimulated the already hard, swollen nerve centre of her sex, bringing her to crisis point as the taut muscles between her hips started to unravel in a low, gathering roll of pleasure.
Stevie shut her eyes as she cried out something nonsensically blissful, but his stern ‘Look at me,’ had her opening them again to find his hot, fierce gaze watching her come undone. ‘That’s it, Stevie girl,’ he muttered, rocking in and out of her, ‘let it all out.’
The last stranglehold of tension gave way and Stevie bucked at the jolt of pleasure that body-slammed her from every direction.
‘Yes,’ he muttered, his gaze intense, their eyes locked. ‘Give me everything.’
If penetration was a glow stick, climaxing around the thick thrust of Clay’s shaft was like walking through a neon rainbow, the colours intensified, the particles falling like electric rain against her skin, sizzling and soothing all at once.
She gasped and shuddered through it, her heart a battering ram in her chest, her air a tornado in her lungs, all the while locked in the sticky web of Clay’s gaze, his words of praise and encouragement a mantra through her head.
‘That’s my girl, Stevie.’
‘You feel so fucking good, Stevie.’
‘Give me a little more, Stevie.’
And just as the sensation started to ebb, he began to tremble, his shoulders beneath her palms, his biceps either side of her head, a low groan wrenching from the back of his throat. ‘Fuuuck, Stevie girl,’ he muttered, his back bowing, his hips shunting, ‘making me come.’
Stevie’s climax spiked again on a surge of pleasure, of power, of knowing that she wasn’t the only one losing her mind in this whole experience, the waves gentler this time but prolonging her pleasure.
‘Yes,’ she gasped as she thrust her hand into the back of his hair and pulled him down to her, wrapping her legs around his waist, holding him as he hunched over her, his face buried in her neck, his thrusts becoming faster and wilder, her new position lighting up different places inside as his rhythm turned discordant and he came in a long, low bellow that shimmered through every cell of her body, the rut of his hips carrying them both along until they were spent and gasping for breath in a tangle of limbs.