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I have to keep my head strong.
I turn to face him and push his jacket over his arms. He lets me undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one, watching me in a way that leaves no doubt in my mind that he’s craving this as much as I am. He’s hungry for me. But the tender stroke of his fingertips down my cheek tells me there’s more to this than lust for him too.
When he’s down to only his jeans, I drink him in: those abs, those pecs, the slight cut of his hips above his belt. He runs his hands through my hair and holds my face, not letting me look away.
“There’s only you, baby. There’s only ever been you.”
His words from earlier come back to me. Say you love me. He captures my heavy breath with his mouth. As if he doesn’t want to hear anything else I have to say. I cover his hands with my own.
“Take me out of my head, Clark. Please.”
It’s his turn to nod as he unhooks my bra and casts it aside. He cups my breasts then takes a nipple in his teeth. He groans as he sucks the sensitive tip. It’s a sound I feel deep in my sex. I let my head roll back, relishing every second.
Then his hands are in my thong, pulling it down my legs. He lifts me and lays me back on the bed, lifting my heels to the edge and pulling my hips forwards. He kneels between my legs, the pressure of his hands on the inside of my thighs making me squirm with desire.
“You have such a beautiful cunt.”
I hate that word. Yet when Clark says it in that low, hoarse tone, I want him to say it again and again.
I gasp as his tongue swirls my clit. In this moment, I’m both incredibly lost and undeniably found by the familiarity of his touch.
My back arches and I think my head might burst. He slips his tongue down to my entrance, dipping in and out, fucking me with his warm, wet mouth. I rise quickly, embarrassingly quickly.
“I fucking love seeing you like this,” he croaks.
“Clark.” His name is as much as my brain can process.
He rams his fingers into me and hones in on my clit. I feel my insides swell, greedily clenching around his fingers. I want more. Something deeper, thicker.
“I want to feel you like this, around my cock. I want to watch your face as you come around me.”
His words push me to the edge. “God, oh good fucking God.”
“Finish for me, baby. Show me what I can do to you. Show me how much you want me.”
I do want him. I shouldn’t. I do. God, do I.
He sucks my clit and moves his fingers quicker through my slickness. My climax comes hard and fast. It drags with it memories of every look, every touch, every time he’s hovered above me and gazed into my eyes as he’s made love to me. My hips buck but he keeps going, his mouth licking me right through my orgasm until my skin is alight.
I wait for my vision to focus and my pants to subside. Emotion threatens to run from my eyes, so I sit up and push it aside. I take my legs wide and drag him to me by his belt. He holds my head as I unbuckle and unbutton him. The tightening of his grip tells me he knows what’s coming. I take his jeans and boxers down in one go, freeing his solid shaft. I lick my dry lips as he drops his head back on a heavy exhale.
“Dayna. Baby.”
I want to give him this. To make him feel as all-consumed as I do by him. I draw my tongue up his cock, my eyes on his. Then I take the head in my mouth, licking and swallowing his pre-ejaculate, craving more of his taste. I remember how he feels, each curve of his length, the way his body responds to my touch. I work the base of his erection with my hand and move my mouth up and down, taking as much of him as I can, until he’s pulling my hair and his hips start moving, fighting against his need to push in and out of me. He lets me take control of his pleasure. His cock thickens and the muscles of his torso tighten.
“Don’t make me come. I want to be inside you.”
I keep going, and he lets me, until his hips start moving quickly and I lap up more beads of his excitement. He’s there.
Holding my head in his hands, he slides out. He pulls my legs around his waist and kisses me passionately, deeply, frantically.
He takes me to the bed and into his lap. I run my tongue around the inside of his lip, tasting myself on him. The blend of us both is a heady cocktail.
He lifts me, and I slide down onto him with ease. It feels right. Connected in a way we should be, like we were made for this, for each other. He holds me still. “I haven’t covered up.”
I shake my head, breathless, knowing I can’t stop now, I can’t even wait for him to get something. And I don’t want him to. I don’t want anything between us. I just want him. All of him. “Keep going, please.”
He closes his eyes and lets me fall deeper. I roll my hips slowly as he takes my weight, and I feel him rubbing the right spot, exactly where I want him.
