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 next to me again, to press my lips against hers. I need her. My head is 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.
Am I hungover, or just crazy? Why do I feel so drawn to her?
Without thinking I grab my keys and run out the door. I don’t even know where I’m going, but I can’t let her slip away like this. I run down the stairs and out onto the street, whipping my head from side to side. Where could she have gone?
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 long look around me.
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. Any silver car makes my heart jump in my chest. I turn around and look behind me. My eyes are scanning the people and the cars, back and forth.
My shoulders slump as a large man bangs against me. He mutters something under his breath but I don’t hear it. I don’t care.
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.
Who am I kidding? Of course she did. She got in her car and drove off as fast as she could. Away from me, and my advances, and my sale-ruining mess of an apartment.
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 building. I round the corner when I hear something. I think it’s my name, but I can’t be sure. I scan the faces on the street and frown.
“Clay.”
I turn around and there she is, running toward 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 closer to her.
She came back.
My heart jumps to my throat. I erase the distance between us 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. She runs her fingers up my sides and digs her nails ever so gently into my shoulders. 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’m in ecstasy. 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 breasts fall free and I bend my head down to kiss them. She moans as my mouth covers 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. Hooking my fingers into her panties, I drag them down her perfect legs. Her eyes are half-closed 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 kiss her, running my tongue all over her until she’s squirming and arching her back and screaming my name. Her hands are twisted into my hair and she’s pressing me down between her legs.
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 her slit and into her opening and I feel her shiver and relax into my touch.
21
Valerie
Clay’s tongue feels like magic. 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.
Is this what sex is supposed to feel like? It’s almost like I’ve never been with a man before, not like this. I can tell he wants me to feel good. He’s doing things to me that I’ve never imagined. He’s moaning with me and moving with me and making me feel like I’m the only one that exists.
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 hand 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 realize he really is 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 center 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 to 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. 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 clit.
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 center out to each extremity. A loud moan escapes my lips and I dive 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.
I can’t believe it. He’s done it. In minutes, he’s done what I haven’t been able to do in years. My moan gets louder as another wave of pleasure washes over me.
With my eyes closed all I can do is 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 so
ft, 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 lie 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.
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 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. I didn’t even know that was possible. She looks and talks so innocently but she’s got this deep, deep desire in her eyes. She’s without a doubt 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. My hand is trembling and I stumble to get closer to her as she spreads her legs. Her slit is glistening and my whole body feels like it’s shaking. I take my cock and 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 to fit me inside her, slick with her wetness and warm with desire. I pause for a moment, feeling her walls adjust 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 for a moment, we’re completely still. My body is as tight as a coiled spring, and the fire in her eyes is getting brighter. She bites her lip and runs her hands up my sides and my cock pulses inside her.
Then, like a clap of thunder breaking to start a storm, the tension between us explodes. We thrash on the bed, writhing and pounding and thrusting against each other. She’s an animal, and I’m no better. 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, tilting 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, as deep as I can go. 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 toward 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 feel 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’m seeing stars, and I don’t have the energy to look over at her, let alone say anything. I roll over onto my back and throw my arm over my eyes as my heart thumps in my chest.
After a few minutes, I’m able to breathe. Then, I’m able to see again. Finally, I’m able to turn toward her. Her eyes meet mine and she bites her lip bashfully.
“Did you come?” she asks softly.
I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. Her eyebrows shoot up until I chuckle.
“Yeah,” I finally say. “Yeah, I came.”
Val smiles, and I put my arms around her. I pull her close to me, never wanting this moment to end.
23
Valerie
Clay falls into a light sleep next to me, with his arms entangled around my body. 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 tried to describe to me but couldn’t. It happened. Finally, finally. After all my agonizing, all my questions and doubts and worries, it happened. It happened, and all I needed was a sexy doctor and a disastrous viewing.
There’s nothing wrong with me. I let the realization 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. It could be Marino, or my boss, or anyone else that would care that the sale of Clay’s apartment is most likely ruined. I should probably check who it is.
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. She has to. 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 toward 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 apartment?”
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.
“I’d ruin a thousand viewings if it meant I got to do that to you again,” he growls. “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 care about her.” He says it almost curiously, like a question.
“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?”
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