Lily was overwhelmed by the urge to do something for him and felt guilty that she wasn’t serving him with the same ardor that he was lavishing her with. She needed to do something almost more than she needed to feel his divine lips on her body.
She reached out tentatively and found his throbbing shaft in the darkness and stroked the very tip of it. He groaned deeply, and the sound communicated the pleasure her touch gave him. She got off on that as much as him touching her. With gentle fingertips, she stroked his slit, finding the damp trace of his arousal, and smoothed it to the sensitive underside of his cockhead. He panted, and his sex bobbed and twitched in her hand as she teased and caressed his steely length.
Her nipple popped from his mouth, and he muttered, “Baby,” before ravenously sucking her nipple back into his mouth, latching on to it powerfully. Those gripping convulsions rippled through her pussy again, and she wondered if she’d come before he even had her horizontal.
He released his powerful suction and pressed a kiss to her sternum and then laid another kiss on one of her collarbones and whispered, “I love this delicate little spot.”
Love? Did he love her? Could she trust someone that much again? Very telling was the fact that the thought didn’t generate fear or uncertainty in her. He squeezed her ass cheek, rousing her from her distracting thoughts. He’d seemed almost worshipful as he’d taken his time with her, heating her core until she felt like an inferno burned within her.
She felt him step from the bed, and then he whispered, “Into bed with you, Lily.”
She climbed in, but turned to him and stopped him when he followed her. “Wait.”
He stood at the edge, and she traced her hands from his chest up and outward to his shoulders. Taking her time, she learned him, feeling inexperienced in some ways because she’d never had the opportunity for leisurely intimacies like that before.
She squeezed gently as she slid her hands over his large biceps and then down to his lightly furred forearms. He groaned when she knelt up and pressed her upper body to his chest, pillowing her breasts against his intoxicatingly hot skin. He encased her in his strong arms briefly before she pulled away and slid her hands down his shuddering abdomen in a steady trail to his cock and smiled when he groaned in pleasure again.
Briefly she recalled the hurt JT had dealt out, telling her that one of the only reasons he kept her around had been because of her exceptional oral skills. It had shamed her at the time, but she felt vindicated now, somehow, as she planned to lavish those skills on someone who could really appreciate them, and her. She licked her lips as she slid her hand up his length and licked her way around the ridged head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he growled and laid his palm against the back of her head, but not insistently as though he planned to hold her head in place while he thrust into her, which she’d experienced before.
In appreciation, she lavished his cock with long, slow licks and teasing strokes at the sensitive tip. His hips flexed, but he still didn’t thrust, letting her set the pace instead. She enveloped his head in her mouth and licked again, getting him nice and wet so he’d slide easily.
“Lily, sweet angel…”
With her mouth full of his cock, she uttered a nonverbal inquiring sound, as if she didn’t already know what he wanted. Her heart pounded at the rapturous sounds he made, and she wanted to give him as much pleasure as she could.
She firmed her lips and slid down his cock, taking him to the back of her throat before sucking on the upstroke. Her gag reflex was sensitive, and she was grateful when he didn’t try to take more than she could give. She’d deep-throated JT because he’d demanded it and it was easier to give in than to fight it and have him force her anyway.
She wrapped her hand around the base of Clay’s cock to control his depth, and Clay groaned in pleasure. That distracted her with memories again because JT would never have allowed her control like that. In comparison, Clay was the perfect combination of forceful assertiveness and gentle consideration.
His warm hand slid down her back, and he murmured reassuringly, “You’re with me now, Lily. It’s okay. I love what you’re doing.”
Love?
She slammed the door on the bad memories and let a quiet, murmuring assent drift from her throat as she slid down his length and sucked lightly on the way up.
Clay shuddered and he caressed her back. “Baby, that feels so good. So hot.” She slid down again and increased the suction, stroking his length in tandem with her mouth. Her mouth watered when she tasted his pre-cum on her tongue, and she groaned happily.
Sliding his fingers through her thick hair, Clay gently stroked her scalp as she bobbed up and down on his cock, which seemed to grow harder and thicker. Her cunt quivered as she balanced on one hand and her knees. He leaned down and cupped her breasts in his hands and flicked and tugged at her nipples, distracting her.
He groaned as she sucked, and she giggled when he traced his fingertips over her abdomen, tickling her. The vibration in her throat made him groan again, and her heart burst with the joy she felt at being with him. This wasn’t just about satisfying a basic urge, and she reveled in being able to enjoy the moment and not view it as hard work meant to satisfy someone else.
Clay gasped when she picked up the pace, squeezing his cock and sucking harder. She braced her hand on his thigh and could tell when his muscles tensed up as he flexed his hips in time with her movements.
Finally, he placed his hand under her chin to stop her. “Lay back.”
She kissed his cock and then did as he asked, feeling her way to the center of the bed. The sheets were cool beneath her, which intensified the contrast of his heat as he positioned his shoulders between her thighs and lifted her calves so they lay over his shoulders.
In this vulnerable position, she shivered as he held her thighs up and laid his hot mouth directly on her wet pussy and licked her gluttonously. Each broad, slow stroke of his velvety tongue lapped from her swollen entrance all the way up to her clit, drawing soft moans from her when he gave it an extra little flick.
Her cunt drew tight under his loving attention, and she felt like she might burst from the tension. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore and she might start begging, he sat up and reached to the head of the bed beside her. A moment later she heard the telltale sound of foil tearing. She’d been on the pill for two months, so she put a hand out to stop him.
“We don’t need it, Clay.”
“You sure? I know I’m clean.” He sounded beyond happy about her decision.
“Yes, I’m on the pill. There’s no need.”
“I promise you there’s no one else.”
“I know. Please, don’t make me wait anymore. I need you.”
Knowing she was moments away from taking his big, thick cock inside her with no barriers between them, her pussy clenched in anticipation. His lips descended on hers as he settled his body over her, supporting most of his weight on his arms.
The thick protrusion of his cock brushed against the crease of her hip and thigh as she wrapped her legs loosely around his hips. He found her center and slid the long ridge of his cock through her abundant juices. On the next flex of his hips his cock slid into her swollen cunt a couple of inches.
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Reveling in the slick haven her body gave to his, Clay groaned deeply with the next thrust as more of his pulsing shaft slid home. Her sweet panting in his ear amped up the lust riding him, driving him to rock into her over and over. He had to discipline himself to slow down, since she hadn’t come before he’d entered her, wanting this to be good for her, too. His nuts drew tight, and he bit his lip as he canted his hips to rub her silky G-spot with the head of his cock. She pressed her lips to his throat, and he knew he’d found it when she moaned deeply and trembled a couple of thrusts later.
“Is that it, baby?”
“Oh, yes, it’s so—Oh, so good.” Her wet pussy flooded with more of her juices, and he could feel the tension bu
The delicate scent of her perspiration was all around him, in his nose, in his head, intoxicating him as he drove his cock into her relentlessly, striving to help her get there. He was sure she was close.
Her rhythm suddenly changed, and she bucked beneath him, her hips gyrating. She arched her back and rubbed against him, her breath coming in small gasps as he thrust again and again. She undulated sinuously, and Clay was curious about the perceptible change in her mood and her movements and slowed down just a little. She ground on his cock and kissed his neck and his chest and whatever else she could reach, but he felt like he’d lost her somehow.
“Stop.”
Panting breathlessly, she immediately stopped. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he whispered against her lips as he kissed her gently. “I just want to know what you were thinking. Something changed and I lost you.” He stifled a groan as she quivered and her pussy tugged at him to continue.
After she paused for a moment, she said, “You do so much for me and the least I could do was do my best to make you feel good.” She thrust her hips against his, and he stilled her with a touch from his hand, his cock aching with the desire to fuck.
“All I want you to do is enjoy yourself. I’m glad you want me to feel good,” he whispered with a smile, “but I want to share this with you. I almost had you and then I lost you. Just move with me and don’t work so hard to please me. You were doing great and shouldn’t have worried about it.”
She let out a breath. “Okay. I’ll try, I guess. I thought you—I thought men expected—”
“I’m not like other so-called ‘men,’ Lily. Just move with me and don’t worry about whatever you’ve been taught.” He could just imagine how JT had treated her, denied her what she needed.
A slow exhalation left her, and she whispered in a broken voice, “Will I ever be free of him, Clay?” Her body tensed and shook beneath him as she continued, “I can’t even make love normally because of what he did to me.”
Clay’s heart ached at the brokenness in her voice. He pressed a leisurely kiss to the sweetly scented column of her throat. “Yes, you will. It’ll get better. We just have to give it time.” He thrust his cock against her, which was nearly bursting from the delayed release. Her body softened against him as he whispered, “Just move with me and don’t worry about anything. I want to feel your sweet little pussy come for me.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned.
“Want me to fill your pussy with my cum?” he murmured against her throat as she arched her back and held on to him as her curvy little body began to draw tight beneath him again. He assumed that she’d heard plenty of dirty talk from her asshole ex-husband and wanted to be cautious about arousing bad memories instead of good, sexy feelings. “I love your sweet, little pussy, Lily.”
He was careful to not use “Lil” anymore now that he knew about the wording on her tattoo. Letting him know he was doing well so far, her pussy liquefied around his cock, and he continued whispering mild, dirty little sentiments to her as he fucked her.
His cock was ready to blow its top, and he held on by the thinnest of threads as she let loose with a moan that he could only describe as joyful.
“Oh, Clay, here it comes! Oh! Oh! Oh, Clay!”
She threw her head back and arched against him, her hips gyrating frantically. He howled as he pitched over the edge at the same exact moment, both of them crying out in ecstasy, writhing in each other’s arms until movement was no longer possible.
Her pussy rippled with little aftershocks as she clung to him, her panting rapid and breathless sounding. They were plastered together, both bathed in sweat. He kissed the delicate ridge of her collarbone and felt the shudder that rippled through her body until even her pussy quivered around him.
He chuckled softly, kissed and licked her collarbone again, and said, “This little spot is very sensitive.”
Her voice quavered as he switched and applied the same attention to the other one, and she echoed, “Very sensitive. I’m sorry I made it take longer and you had to stop.”
“Don’t. Okay?” he admonished lightly. “We’re still learning each other. I never want you to approach sex as work. Not with me, okay?” Gripping her trembling body, he rolled, keeping them still connected. “Damn, you feel good.” She laid her head in the dip between his pectoral muscle and his shoulder joint, her hair scattered all around them in wild, damp waves. She struggled for a moment, trying to gather it all together, and he stopped her, holding her ass to keep her in place as his still semihard cock throbbed inside her. “Don’t move.”
She laid her head back on his chest, and he carefully gathered all the wild strands, starting from the base of her neck, and collected it all together in one bundle and laid it across her damp shoulder and over his chest. It was so long that it nearly reached the edge of the bed when he laid it out neatly. She shuddered mildly at his movements and then settled, seeming to melt against him in the afterglow.
“Are you still planning to cut it?”
“Yes. But I’ll leave it long.”
“You will? You don’t have to, you know.”
“I can tell that you and Del both like it. I don’t mind it being long, I just don’t want it past my butt and halfway to my knees anymore.”
He stroked the strands in a long, sweeping caress, and she shuddered mildly again. He smiled at how sensitive her scalp must be to react to that light touch. He also imagined that if her scalp was that sensitive how much it must’ve hurt if JT had pulled it roughly.
“I’ll miss you tomorrow,” she said quietly against his chest, her voice sounding so relaxed.
“I’ll miss you, too. I think I could get used to this.”
In a neutral tone, she said, “You mean sex every night?”
“Baby, I don’t want you to get me wrong. Sex with you is out of this world, but that’s only part of it.” He squeezed the upper curve of her ass cheek. “This is what I meant I could get used to. You on top of me, sweaty with your cheeks hot and flushed because I did right by you. That’s what I’d miss just as much.”
Lily pressed a kiss to his nipple, and he shuddered at the contact to that sensitive area. She settled her cheek on him, and somehow he could tell she was smiling. Words seemed unnecessary as he brushed the damp strands of her beautiful hair from her temple and then kissed her there.
“I’ll bet Del will love having you out there with him. And who knows, it might not be long that we have to do this. I just want to be cautious and keep you safe. He’s going to love it if you cook for him.”
“You mind if I borrow your mom’s recipe book? I want to make some of his favorites.”
“Sure. Maybe he’ll relax in the evenings with you there.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll help him.”
“Give that knee a rest in the evenings.”
“I won’t do that anymore, until my knee feels better. You can move the machine if you want to.”
“Okay. Can you sleep?”
“Yeah, but I need to move. If I fall asleep in this position, my neck will be really stiff in the morning,” she said as she shifted. “I’ll bet I’ll be stiff all over by morning, after that workout.”
Clay grinned, thinking he’d have body parts in the same condition come morning. She turned and plumped up her pillow, scooted back, wiggling her ass until she was as close to him as white on rice. Yeah, he’d definitely feel the same way but for a different reason.
“Is that okay?” she asked as she finally settled.
“Keep on wigglin’ as long as you need to, baby,” he murmured as he turned and spooned her, his body still tingling with satisfaction. He knew it was only a matter of time before his cock stirred again with her warm, silky form pressed up against his. He kissed her shoulder and squeezed her tight.
Yes, I’m going to miss this like hell.
Chapter Nineteen
“Lily?”
Lily looked up from the fashion magazine when her name was called and smiled at the stylist. Grace had been a great source for a referral, judging by the looks of Madeleine’s Day Spa. Leslie, her stylist, led her back to her chair and talked with Lily as she brushed out her hair.
Because she hadn’t had it cut in so long, she had no idea what sort of style she wanted, as long as the extra weight and length were gone. After determining the amount Lily wanted removed, Leslie wrapped the ends carefully with several rubber bands, so the length she cut off would stay in a nice neat bundle for donation.
In total, she cut off about eighteen inches then Leslie shaped and layered what remained. Forty-five minutes later, Lily walked out a new woman, still with long hair, but it only reached her shoulder blades now. The layers fell in waves that framed her face and shoulders, and for the first time in forever she felt…beautiful.
At the jewelry shop, she entered through the back door and waited for Clay’s reaction as she walked up to her workbench. “Hi.”
He got up and took the few steps to her and lifted the ends of a long reddish-brown lock from her shoulder. “Lily, you look like a model.”
Heat crept up her cheeks as he kissed the lock and laid it on her shoulder and then snuck a kiss from her lips. Lily couldn’t resist kissing him back but glanced at the door. “Careful, Tabitha will see.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do. I don’t want her to quit. I get the impression this job and her cats are all she has. She may be cranky but she’s reliable and you need her here. I really want to go to that sleepover, even if I do have to work on Saturday.”
“I sympathize, but I still don’t care.” Clay pressed his warm, sensual lips against her collarbone above the neckline of her top. She loved the sizzles that raced through her body when he kissed her there.
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