My heartbeat fills my ears as I tangle my fingers into her hair and tilt her head up. In an instant I’m crushing my lips into hers. Her mouth opens and my tongue explores her, tasting how sweet and soft she is. I pull her into me and nothing matters except the way her smell surrounds me and the way she tastes and feels in my arms. It’s more than I could have imagined. My cock is rock hard, and I don’t think it’s ever felt this good to hold a woman close to me.
I want this moment to last forever, and I run my hand from the small of her back to the top of her ass. How can it feel this good to kiss someone! And then, it’s like she comes to her senses. Her body tenses in my arms and she pushes me away. Her mouth is hanging open in shock and all I want to do is taste it again. I try to move towards her but she backs away instinctively. Without a word, she turns around and rushes out the door, once again slamming it behind her.
Chapter 19 - Valerie
My exit from Clay’s apartment is a blur. I’m practically running to my car. My heart is in my throat and my chest is heaving as I gulp in the air. The noise of traffic is just one big wall of sound assaulting my ears. I need quiet. I need stillness. Finally I make it to my car. I jump in the driver’s seat and close the door.
What. Just. Happened.
The world is rocking and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I can’t think straight. That felt too good, too nice to have his arms around me. I wanted him to touch me and grab me and hold me close. I could feel the ridges in his abs as he pressed himself into me. And his cock, his cock!
My hand flies up to my chest and I close my eyes, leaning back on the headrest. I could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants. It was enough to send a rush of blood between my legs. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Why did I run away? It was just too much. How could I want him so badly? Especially after what happened this morning! How dare he grab me and kiss me like that!
My head is spinning. I don’t know what to think. My body runs hot and then cold when my anger is replaced with desire, and then outrage, and then pure, feverish, red-hot lust.
How DARE he.
But… I liked it.
A lot.
Who am I kidding of course I liked it! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since I first laid eyes on him. And his body felt so good, strong and warm and muscular when he pressed himself against me. I practically melted into a puddle on the floor the minute his lips touched mine. I close my eyes and imagine his taste and the way his tongue played with mine.
It’s not right to want someone this badly.
Chapter 20 - Clay
Her lips tasted better than I could have imagined. My heart is racing just thinking about how close she was to me, the way her body fit into mine, the feeling of her breasts pressed up against my chest. My arms feel empty now that she’s gone and I don’t know what to do about it.
All I want is to feel her in my arms again, to press my lips against hers. I need her. My head's a mess right now. I turn around my apartment not knowing where to look. The bright sunlight is streaming in through the windows but all I can see is the emptiness of my apartment.
Without thinking I grab my keys and run out the door after her. I can’t let her slip away like this. I run down the stairs and out onto the street, looking all around for her. Where did she go!
I take a chance and turn left, sprinting down the road. People are jostling on the street to get past me and I feel like a salmon swimming upstream. I rush through them, trying to get a glimpse of her. Any head of blonde hair makes me look twice as I move down the street. I turn around and look behind me. My eyes are scanning the crowd, back and forth.
When I saw her out the window on the weekend she got into a silver car. I’m scanning the street, looking for her or her car or any hint that she’s here. I slow down and make a full circle, taking one last look around me.
She’s gone.
I let my hands fall to my side and then bring them up to rub my head. She must have gone the other way or driven off already.
I can’t believe I let her leave like that. I had her in my arms and I let her slip away!
Deflated, I turn around to head back to my apartment. I round the corner when I hear something. It sounds like someone calling my name.
“Clay!”
I turn around and there she is, running towards me. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. The sun is glinting off her blonde hair and it looks like spun gold. She’s struggling to make her way through the people, her blazer open and trailing behind her. Our eyes are glued onto one another and I start moving towards her.
She came back.
My heart jumps to my throat and I move towards her, taking a few steps until she jumps into my arms. Our lips meet once again and I taste the sweetness of her kiss. I feel whole. Nothing matters right now except the woman in my arms, her touch, her smell, her kiss.
We stumble into my apartment and she claws at my shirt. Her skin is the softest I’ve ever felt and we fall into each other without restraint. Her hands run over my body, exploring me. Her touch is soft but insistent, I never want her to stop touching me.
Her top disappears somewhere between the living room and the bedroom. I grab her by the waist and lay her down on the bed, laying myself down on top of her. I can feel her breasts pressing into my chest again, her stomach against me, her legs intertwined between mine. I can’t stop kissing her. Our breath mixes as we rush to touch each other, to feel each other, to push our bodies together like they’re not meant to be apart.
Her hands are all over me and I never want her to stop touching me. Every time her hand passes over my chest I feel my heart jump to meet it. This isn’t supposed to feel this good. I slip my hands behind her back and unclasp her bra. Her tits fall free and I bend my head down to kiss them. She moans as my mouth meets her nipples, licking and biting them gently. I’m almost frantic, just wanting to be nearer to her. My cock is so hard it hurts as it strains in my pants.
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 wh
ines. 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?”
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