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“Give it to me,” he demanded. “Come for me, beautiful. Give me that beauty. Let me have that sweet honey.” He gritted his teeth. His hand was relentless.
He added a second and then a third finger. When his lips latched on to my clit and he started to roll his tongue, I saw stars. But it was when he started to suckle and pull while his fingers rubbed against that spot inside of me that I splintered apart, crying out his name like a prayer.
“Clay!”
I tried to catch my breath, but it was close to impossible. I had come hard, a lot harder than I had ever experienced with a partner or by myself, and I could hardly keep my eyes open.
A smile pulled at my lips. His lips kissed my thighs softly, luxuriously making their way up, and before I knew it, he was kissing my neck before settling me into him, cuddling me. I had never felt safer and warmer tucked into someone than I did with him. I opened my eyes, but my body still felt like a puddle of Jell-O.
“That was…” I didn’t have words.
“Shh.” His lips kissed me, and I didn’t care that I could taste myself. “Rest,” he urged, and I smiled, snuggling my face into his chest. I breathed in deep, and with his scent wrapped around me and a peace in my heart I had never felt, I drifted off to sleep.
Clay
My arms rested behind my head while I stared up at the ceiling fan in my bedroom.
I’d given up trying to fall asleep.
It wasn’t going to happen.
There was way too much in my head after leaving Emi’s place. The night played on a damn loop, and I could swear the sweet, feminine taste of Emi lingered on my lips. My lips pulled upward as the thought brought on an uncharacteristic smile.
December Trevino.Her name alone made my body wake up and take notice. It was good, but December West sounded better to me.
It was a wonder my dick hadn’t exploded yet. The woman was one surprise after another, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her by my side. I felt so damn alive. I’d never felt this way. Not even close.
My dick started to ache between my legs, and I knew I needed relief. My hand slipped down my torso, below the comforter that rested at my waist, and wrapped around my dick. The fucker throbbed at the thought of my beautiful, dirty-mouthed princess.Daddy. I could hear her moaning for me. Thelittle nickname bounced in my head, and fuck me, it made my cock throb.
My eyes shut as my breathing picked up and I gripped myself harder.
Emi had been so damn tight. The way her little pussy had narrowed and tightened around my fingers had me close to going cross-eyed. Fucking her might actually kill me, but Jesus, what a way to go!
I couldn’t wait to feel my cock sink into her, inch by inch.
Peeling myself from her body after she’d dosed off had been the worst idea of my damn life. If I hadn’t, I would still be there with her in my arms. The way the woman had fit next to me only made the need to claim her even greater. There was no doubt Emi was made for me.
But no, I had to be the good guy.
In the moment, I’d wanted to do the right thing. I’d picked her up and carried her into her bedroom, full well knowing I was going to tuck her in and leave. The little fact had my body yelling at me.
I’d just pulled the covers over her when those gorgeous dark eyes of hers opened. I’d explained why I couldn’t stay. And it had fucking sucked.
I hated seeing the disappointed look in her eyes.
But I knew one day, I would want to look back and know I didn’t rush her. That we got where we were supposed to be the right way. Emi nodded and kissed me goodbye before telling me we could meet at the local coffee shop, Brewed Grounds.
The place made good coffee and a mean cinnamon roll, but it wasn’t where I’d wanted to take her on our first date. It felt lacking. But I couldn’t very well take her to her own diner. So, I’d agreed to meet her there. Leaving her in the middle of the night had been the wrong choice.
I knew it before I stepped out her front door. And with every step I took into the icy cold of the street, my gut filled with regret. Trying to be a gentleman was for suckers. I’d driven home with the image of her sleeping next to me. I could almost feel her in my arms as I lay in my bed.
It was a little after two in the morning. My dick was hard and aching. My balls needed a release, bad. I started to stroke myself. Up and down. Slowly. Promising myself this would be the last time I jerked off to the idea of her. The next time I got off, it would be deep inside of Emi’s body. I worked my dick, almost edging myself, when I heard it.
The distinct ping of my phone. I reached over, and that smile I had on my face broadened so much I was shocked my face didn’t hurt.
Emi: Hey, are you up?
I didn’t think. I simply pulled up her number and called her. It rang one time, and I heard her breathyhello. Just like that, everything was better. But like a bastard, I didn’t stop stroking myself. I simply lightened my grip as I moved my hand up and down my shaft.
