Page 69 of Don't Leave Me Behind
They’re warm to the touch because I’m bougie and I splurged on a heated towel rack. It’s a luxury I didn’t get in my everyday life before.
We dry off our bodies, and Clay stands behind me, hands on my hips as I blow-dry my hair. I don’t have it in me to dry it completely, but I know I’ll regret it if I don’t at least get the hair on my scalp dried. It really doesn’t take that long, but it feels like ages as I keep eye contact with Clay the whole time. Normally, I’d flip my head over and get the bottom better, but the way he’s looking at me has me rushing to be done.
When I set the blow-dryer down, he leans forward and sinks his teeth into the little slope between my neck and shoulder. I gasp, the bite is hard enough that I know it’ll leave a mark, but the sting is soothed when he smooths his tongue over it. I lean back into him, letting him take some of my weight as I find it harder and harder to breathe.
He kisses up and down my neck, sucking on my earlobe as his hand snakes up and loosens the knot at my chest, letting my towel drop to the ground. He does a slow perusal of my body in the mirror, eyes taking in every single inch of me. When his stormy gray eyes find mine watching him in the mirror, he leans forward and whispers into my ear.
“Look at you. Look at how gorgeous you are.” Dropping his own towel to the ground, he pulls my hips back into his. “Look how well we fit together. You were made for me.” His hands start to wander, tickling my skin. I whimper when a finger dusts over my clit, his other hand gripping my thigh so tight, I don’tdoubt it will leave a bruise. “Mine,” he growls into my ear as he thrusts two fingers inside of me.
“Clay,” I moan. My back arches deeper into his chest as he strokes his fingers inside of me. My whole body is buzzing with need, muscles clenching around his fingers, hips bucking.
“Ride me. I want to watch you come on my hand.” He dusts kisses down my neck, watching what he’s doing to me in the mirror. I feel so exposed to him, with my body on display. My breasts bounce as he thrusts his fingers inside of me. I feel vulnerable in a way that I’ve never felt with anyone else,ever. Spreading my legs further apart, I shift my hips back, swiveling them, exploring what feels good.
Finding a rhythm that suits me, I tip my head back onto his chest and reach up with my hand, gripping the back of his neck, holding on for dear life as I do exactly what he asked and ride his hand.
Clay’s free hand reaches up from my thigh, leaving red finger-length marks where he was holding me. Those same fingers find a nipple to play with. He twists and pulls until my nipple hardens into a peak, giving me a little pinch before moving onto the other side. I moan into him, his fingers crooking up at the perfect angle for me. My legs begin to shake, my orgasm so close, but still out of reach.
“Do you need more, Leni girl?” Clay’s voice skates over me, making the hair on my arms stand up, pleasure shooting deep into my already needy core.
“Yeah,” I whimper.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” he pauses what he’s doing with his fingers and looks me straight in the eyes through the mirror. “I want to see how you come when you touch yourself thinking about me.”
“Oh God,” I cry, circling my clit with my free hand. I couldn’t tell you how many times I did this, wishing it were hishands on me instead of mine. How many fantasies he starred in, even after everything, it was always him that came to mind when I came. Now, having him here, his fingers inside of me, mouth on my neck, I can hardly breathe. It’s too much.
I press a little harder, rubbing that little bundle of nerves at the same time he crooks his fingers inside of me, and I’m a goner, incoherently sobbing his name over and over again as my orgasm barrels through me so hard it’s almost painful. I don’t even know how I’m holding myself up, or if I am holding myself up. It’s more likely that Clay is keeping both of us upright. My legs feel as stable as a freshly born foal’s. I’m gasping, riding the waves as I come back down from the pleasure, my body jolting as Clay takes his fingers from inside of me. I watch, unable to look away from our reflection, when he brings them to his mouth, cleaning off my arousal.
“Mmm,” he breathes, letting his free hand trail around my stomach, up to my chest. “So fucking sweet. You taste so fucking good.”
My body feels like Jell-O, limbs loose and limp as he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed. Lying me out beneath him, he toys with my neck and collarbone. Lips, tongue, and teeth tracing fire across my skin. Before I know it, I’m aching again, mindlessly writhing beneath him, eager for another release.
“Fuck,” he grumbles. “I left the condoms in the truck.”
“You bought condoms?”
“Of course, I bought condoms. I’ve been dying to be inside of you since the moment you kissed me.”
Smoothing a curl away from his forehead, I bite my lip, considering. “I’m on the pill. I had my annual a few months ago and came back clean. I haven’t been with anyone after my check-up.”
He goes still above me. “Leni.” His voice is anything butcalm as his eyes dart back and forth between mine, like he’s trying to decide if I meant what I said.
“I’ve nevernotused a condom, but I want you to be the first one. The only one. I need to feel you. All of you.”
He makes an anguished noise before dropping his forehead to my collarbone. I can feel the tension in his shoulders, his desires warring inside of him.
“I trust you,” I whisper, lifting his face back to look into my eyes. Those must be the magic words, because in an instant, he’s kissing me in slow, deep, breathless strokes.
My entire body ignites with electricity.
Bringing his hips in line with mine, Clay trails the head of his cock over my pussy, teasing my clit with a gentle pressure that sends my hips bucking off the bed. I take his shaft into my hand, giving it a slow stroke before I line him up with my entrance, taking a deep breath so I don’t tense my muscles.
He’s big, probably the biggest I’ve ever had, and I’m going to need to relax if he’s going to get it all the way seated in me. His arms shake with effort, holding himself back as he slowly pushes in.
I watch as inch after inch sinks inside of me. Marveling at the way we fit together, the way we look joined like this. When he seats himself fully inside of me, I gasp at the fullness of him. He’s stretching me more than I knew was possible, hitting a spot so deep inside of me that I’ve never felt anything like this before.
“Oh God,” I cry, fingernails digging into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life.
“Don’t move.” His voice comes out strained, arms shaking in earnest now. “I need a minute. Holy fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn tight.”
