Suddenly, my hands around her waist began to caress her, and I waited to see what her reaction would be. If she pulled away or tensed up, I would immediately stop.
Her sharp intake of breath let me know that she liked being touched like that, and so I let my fingers glide over the exposed skin of her stomach, reveling in how soft it was. Goosebumps broke out across her skin when my hands traveled upwards a bit more boldly.
They rested just underneath her bra, and I pulled back to get a good look at her. Lyla’s head was tilted slightly backwards, her eyes squeezed shut, and her bottom lip drawn between her teeth.
Naked desire was splashed all across her face, and my member tightened in response.
I’d never wanted anything more in my entire life.
“Lyla,” I whispered, and her eyes fluttered open, the hazy look in them only serving to turn me on more. “I want you.”
A surprised gasp escaped her lips as she lowered her eyes. “I want you too, Clay.”
“Good.”
I cupped her chin and pressed my lips firmly to hers. She held very still at first, as if she was afraid to react, but after a few moments passed, she tentatively began to apply herself to the kiss, and her arms came up around my neck.
I made a low grumbling noise in the back of my throat as she threaded her hands through my hair, and my hands came up to rest atop her hips. They squeezed tightly, and I lifted her legs up, so that she was wrapped around my waist.
The scent of her arousal intoxicated me, driving me crazy, filling my head with all sorts of things we could do. I maneuvered her backwards, so that her back was pressed against the counter, and she perched on the edge while I kicked her legs open and pressed myself firmly against her.
Her soft sensual lips continued to knead mine, and I bit down. Her gasp of surprise allowed me to plunge my tongue inside, and she soon touched the tip of her tongue to mine causing me to groan.
Holy shit.
She was good.
I could feel myself strain against my jeans, and that hadn’t happened to me since I was a teenager. I wrenched my lips away and continued to press feather light kisses all over her face, her neck, her arms, and anywhere skin was available.
Lyla was making soft purring noises, and little gasps of pleasure were escaping her lips. It sounded like music to my ears. She was so natural, and she was very into what we were doing.
I pressed my forehead to hers, dragging in a sharp breath. “Jesus, Lyla. You make me feel like a teenager again.”
“So do you,” she admitted quietly, as she toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles as they pushed against my chest. I snaked my hands under her shirt and cupped them over the fabric of her bra.
A breathy moan escaped her lips as she arched her back and pushed herself even closer, eager for skin on skin contact. I twirled my fingers around, circling her breasts, but never giving her what she wanted, enjoying the sound of her panting.
“You like this?”
“Yes,” she said, breathily as she wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed.
“Good, because I like doing this.” I crushed my lips to hers once more, taking the time to kiss her thoroughly and deeply until the need for air became too great, and we had to pull apart.
We stood there, the sounds of our ragged breathing filling the air.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” she said finally, her voice small and quiet, but the uncertainty ringing in it nonetheless.
I pulled back to look at her, tilting her chin up in the process. “Because of the age difference? Or because you’re taking care of my daughter, and are my employee?”
“Either, both.” She held my gaze, steadily. “Clay, most people still think I’m a child because of how I look. That hasn’t changed in recent years. They often think I carry around a fake ID.”
“So?” I raised an eyebrow. “I know you aren’t a child.”
I swooped down and captured her lips in a deep kiss until a small whisper escaped her chest, and she grabbed a fistful of my shirt in her hands.
“It isn’t just that, Clay. You are my boss,” she pointed out. “Don’t you think this could complicate things?”
I sighed as I took her hand in mine and placed a chaste kiss on the inside of her wrists. “Because sex makes things complicated? It doesn’t have to.”
“So, this is just about sex for you?”
Her voice was tinged with unmistakable hurt, and I mentally cursed myself for not being more careful with my choice of words.
It would sound that way now that I think about it.
I shook my head. “It isn’t, and I’m capable of being an adult about this. This doesn’t have to complicate anything. We’re both mature consenting adults, right?”
“Right,” she agreed, reluctantly as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth and began to chew on it in concentration.
“You do want me, right?” I asked, just to be sure. “Because if you don’t, we can stop this right now. I’m not going to throw a fit or whatever. You were just trying to comfort me, and I appreciate that. I won’t try to make it something it isn’t.”
It was obvious that she did by the way she was hanging onto me right now, and her enthusiastic response to my kisses, but I needed to be sure before we went any further.
I did value what she was trying to do, and I could try to see her as just a friend if that was what she sincerely wanted.
The ball was in her court.
Lyla took my hand in hers and pressed it firmly on her breasts atop her heart. It was beating rapidly, like it was about to burst out of her chest. “Do you feel that? That’s how much I want you. So much that it’s making me nervous.”
I smiled ruefully as I took the opportunity to flick her nipple. “Good. Then let’s not think about logistics. Let’s just enjoy the moment.”
“Okay?” she said it as more of a question than a statement, her eyes as wide as saucers.
“Yeah?” I rubbed my nose against hers.
“Yes,” she confirmed as she released a breath she’d been holding. “Okay. Let me just get the baby monitor.”
She moved to head in the direction of her room, but she wasn’t able to twist her body out of my grasp, and she huffed in irritation as she shot me an exasperated look.
“Would you kindly let me go?”
“Why would I do that?” I placed my hands firmly on her hips and began to nuzzle her neck, placing soft feathery kisses all over her collarbone until I felt her tingling beneath me.
“Because I need to get Emily’s baby monitor,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“You don’t have to,” I responded as I drew back my lips and nipped her neck. She gasped as her hands came up around my neck and tangled themselves in my hair. “I already have one in my room. Also, when you’re looking sexy as hell like this, how can I possibly let you go?”
A nervous chuckle escaped her mouth as her body yielded beneath my touch once more.
“When you put it like that….” she trailed off as she gave me a heated look. She lifted her arms up over her head expectantly, and I helped her out of her shirt, drinking in the sight of her breasts straining against her bra.
My arms reached behind her back and deftly undid the hook, allowing her breasts to spill forward. A slight tint graced her cheeks as she brought her hands up over her chest demurely.
“Don’t do that,” I said softly. “You’re so beautiful, and I want to look at you.”
She coughed awkwardly and tried not to fidget as I gently pried her hands away, running my fingers all over her chest in an effort to show her how much I wanted her in that moment.
The blush spread across her cheeks to her neck, and it was the most endearing thing I’d ever seen. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I lifted her up, placing my hands on the small of her back as we navigated backwards towards my room.
I kicked the door open with my leg and slo
wly moved forward. When my knees hit the front of the bed, I gently lowered her to the mattress, her body spilling out beneath me. I rapidly pushed down my jeans and kicked them away.
She watched me in fascination as I did all of this, a muted expression of awe etched onto her features as she scooched backwards to make room for me.
I crawled towards her and pressed my lips to hers for a sweet kiss as my chest rubbed up against hers, letting her adjust to the feeling of me. Her fingers remained still at first, but soon curiosity got the better of them, and she began to trace patterns across my skin, causing ripples of desire to flash through me in quick succession.
When her hands traveled to my back, I kissed her a little more eagerly, and her nails dug into my back.
Suddenly, she stopped and placed both hands firmly on my chest, pushing me back slightly. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong? Was I going too fast?” I asked, concerned.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that—” She stopped as she pushed her hair behind her ears, her brows knitted together in frustration.
“You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” I placed a soft kiss on her forehead and sat back on my hind legs.
I wondered what this was about.
Probably her first time with an older man.
She had nothing to be nervous about though, she was doing great, and it wasn’t like I had any expectations.
“I’m a virgin,” she blurted out, her hands curling around the sheet nervously as she drew her knees to her chest and watched me.
“What do you mean you’re a virgin?”
“I mean I’ve never had sex with a guy,” she clarified.
“Ever?”
She nodded. “Never ever.”
“Um, wow.”
The silence stretched between us, and the longer it went on, the more nervous she was. I just had to wrap my head around it. I didn’t mind that she was a virgin, but I knew it was a big deal for women.
“I don’t care that you’re a virgin, Lyla,” I said finally, as I gave her a reassuring smile.
The fear on her face began to melt away. “Really? Because I know a lot of guys do.”
“I don’t. My only concern is I want you to be sure that you want your first time to be with me because I know it’s a big deal for women.”
She nodded eagerly. “I want it to be with you, but are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”
“No, in fact it’s kind of hot,” I revealed as I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. Once she relaxed into the kiss, my hand traveled down between us and rested atop her sensitive mound.
I let one finger circle there, and when she relaxed enough, I plunged one finger in. She tensed as I expected, so I paused. She shifted her hips forward and murmured, “Don’t stop.”
I groaned as I carefully moved the finger up then down, sideways and every other way I could think of as her hips began to thrust forward of their own accord. I held myself very still as she kept pushing and pushing till she wrenched her lips away and cried out in pleasure. Her entire body pulsed and convulsed around me as she threw her head back, a satisfied smile playing on the edge of her lips.
“Good?”
“Great,” she said, drawing a haggard breath as she placed a soft kiss on the edge of my lips.
“Do you want to try something different?” I asked. “I’m going to try more fingers this time, okay? If it’s too painful, just tell me.”
She gulped and smiled nervously as I began to kiss her again. I repeated the same movements, but this time I inserted two fingers. Her hands tightened around my back, but she continued to meet my thrusts until she came apart beneath me.
“I never knew orgasms could feel so good,” she panted as she wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. She peered up at me, a wondrous look on her face.
I bent my head and kissed her forehead before I lay down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She placed her head in the crook of my neck and played with the hair on my chest.
“Aren’t we going to, you know?” She gestured between the two of us.
I chuckled as I placed a kiss on the side of her head. “We don’t have to do today if you don’t want to. You have to be relaxed, and your body has to be ready, or you won’t enjoy it.”
I could feel her eyes burning holes into the side of my head, so I turned to look at her and gave her a small smile. “I don’t mind waiting.”
“Well, I do,” she announced as she rolled over so she was straddling me. She began to kiss my neck, running her tongue across the bare skin, and I moaned as my hands came up around her hips.
“Lyla, you can’t be on top,” I said, firmly.
“Why not?”
“Because I need to be in control in case I need to stop, and it’s your first time,” I said as I bit her nose playfully. In one swift movement, I had her pinned beneath me. “Besides, you should enjoy this.”
She opened wider, so I could fit myself between her legs, my bulge straining beneath my boxers. She met my gaze unflinchingly and kissed the tip of my nose.
Without moving from atop her, I grabbed a condom from the side drawer. I had my boxers off in an instant, and I chucked them into a corner of the room. Lyla watched me, her eyes widening when she caught sight of my member, hard and ready.
She shook her head and helped me roll the condom on, then leaned back again, her eyes expectant.
“It’s going to hurt a bit, so you need to remind yourself to relax and try to enjoy it,” I cautioned as I meshed my lips to hers and slowly eased myself in. Her entire body stilled around me, and I heard her whimper, so I froze as I waited for her body to adjust.
Once it did, I began to move slowly, careful not to go in all the way. Lyla lay still at first, unsure of what to do and trying to adjust to the sensations, till eventually she began to thrust slightly.
I lowered my mouth to her breasts and took a nipple between my teeth as I moved inside of her. She came apart a few minutes later, and I followed soon after.
I tucked her into my side, and she threw her arms around me as we both drifted off to sleep.
11
Lyla
My body was tingling deliciously after what we just did.
Who knew that sex was as great as they said it was?
The first time really hurt, but after I took a warm bath, and we tried again, I really got into it.
I was sore in places I didn’t even know could be sore, but in the best possible way. Emily was asleep in the next room.
So far, she seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Even more surprising was the fact that she stayed asleep despite all the noise we were making, and I’m sure we were loud. His bed was creaking under our weight, and my voice was hoarse after all the yelling.
I lifted my head up slightly to listen for Emily, then let my body fall back down onto the mattress, stretching my body leisurely as I took stock of everything. Clay told me that it was important to take it easy as he kissed my forehead and told me he was going out for a run.
How was it that I already missed his touch?
I blushed at some of the things we did and buried my face in the pillow as I let out a little giggle. I brought my fingers up to my lips and sighed at the memory of his mouth pressed against mine.
And to think I almost backed out.
I was glad I decided to go through with losing my virginity to Clay. It was one of the best decisions I’d ever made. He was the perfect choice.
He was gentle without treating me like I was fragile, and he kept it spicy enough that I wasn’t thinking about the pain, I was thoroughly intrigued. Also, ridiculously aroused.
It helped that he was also really into it.
The noises he was making, and the way he was looking at me, like he was about to devour me on the spot, did weird things to me. It made me want to stay locked like that forever. His arms around my waist, and my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
Unfo
rtunately, reality kicked in, and he slowly removed his arm from behind me and excused himself. As soon as he left, I gingerly washed myself in the shower, taking care to run my fingers lightly over my tender spots.
My happiness dissipated as I went over the events of the day.
I wished that Clay and I hadn’t gotten together under these circumstances, but there was nothing I could do. It happened the way it did for a reason, and maybe we needed something this tragic to bring us closer together.
I had no idea what this meant for our future, or if we even had a future together, especially considering we didn’t talk about it. The only thing I knew for sure was that we had to be mature adults about this, and that we wouldn’t let it complicate our working relationship.
I could totally do it.
It shouldn’t be hard if we both agreed to it.
My lips turned down into a frown as I thought over what Clay said about Emily’s maternal grandparents. There had to be a reason why Annabelle chose Clay, a virtual stranger, over her own parents. Even if they could give Emily a better life than the one she had here, money and influence wasn’t everything.
What most kids really needed was love, affection and a stable home. I knew enough Windsors in my life to know that more often than not, their kids grew up to be love-depraved and depressed, throwing their money at any problem that came their way and snapping their fingers as if that would magically bring about solutions.
I lifted myself up off the bed and passed softly to the kitchen where the papers were strewn about. I picked them up and neatly categorized them, allowing my mind to digest all the facts that I knew so far.
I was going to find a way to keep Emily and Clay together.
I refused to believe that there was nothing I could do.
If we couldn’t prove that the Windsors were bad parents, and it would be nearly impossible to do so without the testimony of Annabelle, then maybe we needed to shift the focus to Clay.
Highlight his parenting skills in the hopes that it would outweigh the cards that were stacked against him. There were plenty of people around town who could testify to what a wonderful father he was.
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