I move my hands down her stomach, kissing my way down to the hem of her skirt. When I take her skirt off my breath catches in my throat. I look at her face, her half-closed eyes and she almost timidly spreads her legs in front of me. My cock has been hard since this morning but all I want now is to be inside her.
Instead, I dive head first between her legs and finally taste the sweet saltiness of her slit. I eat her and taste her, running my tongue all over her until she’s squirming and arching her back and screaming my name. Her hands are on my head and I don’t want to stop.
She pulls me up and I see a kind of surprise in her eyes. She’s breathing heavily and trying to say something. Gently, gently, I run my fingers down he slit and into her opening and I feel her shiver and relax into my touch.
Chapter 21 - Valerie
Clay’s tongue feels like ecstasy. He’s looking at me with those dark eyes and all I can think about is his hands and his mouth all over me. My body is ablaze. His fingers are sliding up and down my slit and finally he slides two inside my opening. They move inside me effortlessly and my walls contract around his fingers. I moan as I feel him moving them in and out, rubbing the inside of my walls in a way I’ve never felt before.
His head dips back down and he starts swirling his tongue around my clit again. I gasp. I’ve never felt anything like this. My head is spinning and my whole body is electric with desire. I can’t think about anything, only the white hot heat burning between my legs.
Clay’s tongue and fingers work in tandem and I gasp. I feel myself contract around his hands as he slips another finger inside me. I weave my fingers through his tousled hair and grip onto his head, grinding my hips in sync with his movements.
He’s moaning as he tastes me and I realise he’s enjoying this as much as I am. The thought of him loving the taste of me makes the heat burn hotter and I feel myself getting closer to the edge. My heart beats faster but I can’t think about it, all I can think about is him and what he’s doing to me right here, right now.
Our bodies are made for each other. We move together and grind together and moan together. The electric heat in my centre grows every time Clay moves his fingers or tastes me with his tongue.
Clay slips his fingers out of me and slides his fingers up towards my bud. He rolls it between his fingers and the heat in the pit of my stomach becomes almost too much to handle.
I grip his hair a bit harder and he drops his head back down towards me. In an instant, his fingers are inside me, rubbing the tender spot at the front of my opening and his tongue is working magic over my bud.
My eyes close, my arms and legs fall open and my back arches out of my control. The blazing heat washes through me in waves, sending tingling from my centre out to each extremity. A loud moan escapes my lips and I fall into the pleasure of his touch. My walls are contracting around his fingers in a way I’ve never felt before and I gasp as he continues to touch me.
Before I know what’s happening I’m flying over the edge and my body is out of my control. Clay doesn’t stop and I lean into this moment, feeling the heat and pleasure rush through my body.
With my eyes closed all I can do is let the pleasure wash over me, give in to the moment and give in to Clay. My wetness envelops his fingers and his mouth and he moans with me, enjoying my orgasm with me.
The heat subsides slowly and I can breathe again. I gently push his head away from me. He slides his fingers out of me and gently kisses the inside of my thigh. He looks up at me and his gaze is soft, almost tender.
He did it.
My head is spinning and I take a moment to let my breath settle. My chest heaves up and down with each raspy inhalation. Clay stays motionless, softly kissing the inside of my thigh as I recover. He reaches a hand up and places it on my stomach. Its warmth is calming, and I reach down to place my hand on top of his.
We stay like this for seconds, moments, an eternity, until the thoughts return to my head and I am able to speak.
“Clay..” I whisper in a raspy voice. It’s all I can manage to say for now. I feel the heat of his body against mine and I feel electrified and relaxed all at once. I close my eyes again as tingles pass through me once again.
My body is a stranger to me right now. I can only lay back and let my body settle down, until I lift my head and look down at Clay.
His eyes are soft, his face relaxed. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and my heart flutters gently. He’s tasting me again. I bring my hand to his face and stroke his cheek.
“Wow,” I say, leaning my head back onto the pillow.
Chapter 22 - Clay
“Did you… did you just come?” I ask softly. She looks down on me and nods her chin down ever so slightly. She looks almost dazed. Her eyes are clear but unfocused, and her hair is like a halo around her head. She focuses in on my face and pulls my head nearer to her, leaning into my kiss.
I know she can taste herself on my lips and the thought of it makes my cock pulse with incredible desire. I can’t wait any longer. I press it against her body and she moans gently, grinding her hips into my cock. She pulls her head away and looks into my eyes.
“I want your cock,” she says softly. Her eyes burn with desire and my eyes widen. Her words make my cock even harder, which I didn’t even know was possible. She looks and talks so innocently but she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.
“You’re going to get it,” I respond gruffly.
I sit up and slide a condom on. My cock is thick in my hand and I can’t wait to feel it inside her. I place it in front of her wet opening and can’t wait any longer. I push myself into her.
I’ve never felt anything this good. I can feel her opening stretch and grow to fit me inside her, slick with her wetness and warm with desire. I pause for a moment, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate my thickness. When I feel her body relax I push in further and further, inch by inch until my cock is completely sheathed inside her.
Our bodies melt together and we move and thrash on the bed. I grab her wrists and hold them over her head, pushing my body down into hers. My thrusts become more aggressive, and her hips buck to meet me. My breath becomes ragged, and the sound of her moans in my ear only spurs me on.
Her walls are contracting around my cock, gripping it as I slide in and out of her. Our bodies are pressed together and she writhes beneath me, bucking her hips as I thrust into her. I bring my lips down to meet hers and our hot breath mixes as we moan together.
This is more than sex, more than a fuck, more than anything I’ve ever experienced. We are moving together. I just want to be closer, deeper. Her hands rake over my back, gently scratching me with her fingernails until her hand reaches the back of my neck. She grips onto my neck and brings her head closer to me.
Her breath is intoxicating, her smell is exhilarating. My body is pressed against her and I push myself into her deeper, deeper. Her walls grip me tighter and a rush of pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. The familiar tingling in my core, my balls are tightening up towards my shaft.
And then I feel it. Her walls grip me even tighter and her body goes rigid. Her mouth drops open into a soft ‘o’ and her head drops back.
We both moan louder and louder as our desire and our pleasure mix to the ultimate climax. I’m screaming her name and she’s screaming mine. It’s too much for me and I feels myself explode, again and again. Her body contracts around me, arms and legs tangled together in the bedsheets.
I’m panting. She’s panting. I put my arms around her and pull her close to me, never wanting this moment to end.
Chapter 23 - Valerie
Clay has fallen into a light sleep next to me, with his arms entangled around me. I look at his face, peaceful and serene in his sleep. He’s snoring lightly but I don’t even mind, I’m too dazed.
I came.
I felt it, what everyone tries to describe to me but can’t. Finally, finally! There’s nothing wrong
with me. I let the realisation sink in. Maybe I just don’t know how to push my own buttons, maybe I’ve been doing it wrong all these years. I needed to let go of all the pent-up emotion inside me, and the complete fury I felt this morning after Clay ruined my sale allowed me to do that.
Maybe I’m uptight, and I just needed someone to unwind me.
Maybe it’s not just anyone I needed, maybe I needed Clay.
I take a deep breath and try to calm my buzzing brain. The way Clay touched me, looked at me, tasted me… I’ve never experienced anything like it. It’s like he didn’t care about his own pleasure, it was good enough to take care of me. I snuggle into him and let his light breath wash over my face, enjoying the complete serenity of the moment.
The calm that enfolds us is complete. His light snoring lulls me into a deep state of relaxation and I close my eyes, leaning into him. My breath slows and I let myself sink deeper into the bed.
My phone buzzes. I sigh.
I disentangle myself slowly from Clay and he groans but doesn’t wake. My phone is in my purse by the foot of the bed amidst the chaos of discarded clothing. I pick it up and see it’s Emma.
We still on for 1pm?
Shit. My lunch. I can’t flake on her now, she expressly told me she wanted to see me this weekend and talk to me. I know her well enough to know she needs me, and she’s my best friend. I turn to look at Clay’s sleeping form. I want to stay, to get to know him better and spend all day with him but I know that my friend needs me, and she comes first. I walk over lightly and sit next to him on the bed.
“Clay,” I whisper as I touch his shoulder. He makes a muffled moaning sound and turns towards me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I smile. “Clay I need to go, I’m really sorry. I have an appointment I can’t miss in half an hour.”
He opens his eyes and frowns.
“Don’t go,” he says simply. I sigh.
“I have to. I don’t want to, trust me.”
“You’re always leaving,” he whines. I laugh softly.
“I can come back later if you want? Bring some takeout or something?”
Finally he opens his eyes and looks at me. It feels like he’s looking deep inside me into my soul. His lips twitch upwards into a contented smile.
“I never thought I’d say this but that actually sounds really good.”
“Gee, thanks,” I respond sarcastically. “You really know how to make the girls swoon.”
“I’m not usually a takeout, chilling out on the couch with a girl kind of guy,” he says, grinning.
“So what kind of guy are you then? One who gets plastered and then ruins his best chance to sell his house?”
Laughing, he grabs my waist and pulls me down on the bed beside him, turning his body so he’s on top of me. Sweet, short kisses rain over my face and he asks me again not to go.
“Just stay here, cancel your appointment.”
I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. It feels so good to be here with him, like I’ve finally found where I'm supposed to be. I’ve never had such an instant connection with anyone. It’s intoxicating. I put my hands on his chest and push him away gently.
“I can’t tell you how good that sounds but I’ve been flaking on this friend of mine all week and I think she needs to see me.”
He lifts himself onto his elbows. “You really care about her, I can tell.”
“She’s my best friend. I wouldn’t have survived the past few months without her.”
He cocks his head to the side and brushes my hair away from my face. “Why, what happened the past few months?”
I want to tell him about my breakup and my struggles for the past few months but I can’t. Not yet. I’ve just met him and this is all happening too fast. I shrug. “It’s nothing. But right now I need to go.” I kiss him one more time and gently push him away. “I’ll be back tonight. How does Thai food sound?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Chapter 24 - Clay
Who am I? I don’t even recognise myself anymore. Val’s been gone for an hour and I think I miss her. My bed feels cold and I want to do is turn around into her and hold her in my arms.
Get a grip, I tell myself, this isn’t me. First I go out and I can’t even look at another woman, and then I can’t control myself and kiss her, and THEN I run after her into the street! Where is the cool collected, driven doctor that I know myself to be?!
But then she came back for me. Twice.
Okay, fair enough, the first time was because she was furious with me but the second time she wanted me. She wanted me! Just as much as I wanted her.
I smile as I think about her running back down the street towards me. The way my body felt weightless when she collided with me. And then… I’ve never been with a woman like that. I’ve never felt such a connection with someone.
And she came! I gave her her first ever orgasm. My heart swells with pride and I just want to do it again, and again. When I think about her back arching and the surprise in her eyes it makes my cock twitch in my pants. It was almost enough to make me explode, just feeling her pleasure and knowing I’d done it to her. I wish she was here, I’d turn around and give it to her all morning and all afternoon.
This is new territory for me. It’s always been just sex with me, ever since my ex ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it in front of me. I shake my head. Now is not the time to be dredging up the past. The twinge in my heart when I think of Val reminds me a little bit too much of things I’d rather not think of.
But now… this feels good. I actually want her to come back tonight, and I was serious when I said it sounded good to have her here to watch a movie tonight. If it feels this good it can’t be wrong, can it?
I check the clock. It’s barely past noon, she won’t be back for hours.
I need to distract myself. I get up and try to tidy up a bit. There’s clothes everywhere, both from last night and from this morning. As I go around my apartment cleaning, I think about the botched sale this morning. I can’t help but feel relieved that my apartment is still mine.
I must just be having cold feet, I’ve lived in New York for ages. I need to stay focused. This has been my plan ever since I started medical school. No women, no distractions. I’ve had these rules for a reason. Sex when I want it but the ultimate priority is my career.
When I’m done cleaning up, I flop down on my couch and take a deep breath. One more night with Val won’t hurt. I can just keep it casual with her. I want to see her again. I want to make her come again. Is that still keeping it casual? When you care about someone else’s pleasure as much as your own?
I don’t just want to make her come. I want to make her smile, hear that beautiful, tinkling laugh of hers and see her face light up. I want to hear her story, listen to her voice as she talks to me. I sigh, thinking about how good it felt to be near her.
I need to stay busy or else my mind is going to run circles around me. I call Davey. His voice booms over the phone when he answers.
“Yo! What happened to you last night? You disappeared!”
“Yeah just had to go home, had enough of being in that club. Should have left sooner though”
“Yeah you were pretty wasted, you hungover today?”
“Dave, not only am I hungover, I fucking slept through my apartment viewing and fell out of bed completely naked when they walked in.”
Davey is laughing his usual full-bellied laugh. I smile.
“That’s a guaranteed sale then, right?!” he asks, still laughing.
“It was pretty bad,” For some reason I don’t want to tell him about Val. Usually we tell each other all the gritty details about the women we pick up but somehow it seems wrong to tell him about this one. It was different with her.
“What about you?” I say to change the subject. “How’d your night end up.”
“Oh man you remember that smoking hot brunette I was talking to?” He rattles on and I try to stay focused but it just doesn’t seem tha
t interesting. The thought of picking up chicks and then never calling them over and over just seems so pointless now. How could this change so quickly? If I even talked to another girl now I’d just be picturing Val.
“Are you still there?”
My thoughts jolt back to Dave.
“Yeah man, sorry, still got a splitting headache.”
“I’m just as bad. Anyways I’ll catch you later. You want to hang out tonight?”
I think of my plans with Valerie. I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but I would actually prefer to stay in watching a movie with her than go out with Dave and find another woman to sleep with. This is different, but in a good way.
“Nah I’m good Davey, gonna stay off the booze today and try to recover. Big week at work next week.”
“Alright, your loss,” he says with a chuckle.
I hang up the phone and sigh. I feel nervous about this change, but then I think about Val and the way her face looked when I was on top of her. I need to see that face again, need to feel her body against mine. I hope her lunch doesn’t take too long.
Chapter 25 - Valerie
“Val! You look different. Something’s different. What happened?!”
I haven’t even seen Emma for five seconds and she already knows something’s up. I’d never be able to hide anything from her, not that I’d ever want to. She spreads her arms and gives me a big bear hug. Her hair smells like fresh flowers and I can’t help but feel comfortable in her arms. We pull away and she looks at me, searching my face.
“That,” she declares, “is the glow of someone who has had an orgasm!” She’s almost triumphant when she looks at me with raised eyebrows, waiting for me to confirm.
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