Page 70 of Don't Leave Me Behind
I lie still for him, bouncing my eyes back and forth between his face and where our bodies are joined together. It feels toogood to be true, to have him like this, feeling every ridge and vein on his cock inside of me. I give a little squeeze, testing how my muscles react to him, grinning when I feel his dick twitch in my pussy.
“Jesus,” he drags the word out as he starts to move. It’s a slow exploratory pace, one that stokes a fire inside my core. “Are you going to come again?”
“Yes,” I pant, stars painting my vision as my second orgasm threatens to take me.
“So greedy, aren’t you, baby?”
“Mmm.” I’m beyond speaking words at this point, the way he’s rocking into me, taking me back to that place of pleasure and connection. I shatter around him, my pussy clenching painfully as I arc off the bed, his name spilling from my lips.
His strokes are slow and sure, a gentle rhythm guiding me through the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Can you take more?” He pauses, looking down at me with eyes full of wonder and desire.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Clay grabs his pillow and tucks it under my hips, angling me just right as his hands grip my hips tightly. I gasp at the new depth he’s found inside me. How is it possible to feel him even deeper?
“You tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“Mhm.” I’m too distracted, grinding my lower half into his like a dog in heat. Clay pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, dragging my gaze to meet his.
“I need to hear you say it, Leni.” His hand moves down my jaw, thumb stroking my skin, back and forth.
“I’ll tell you if it hurts me.”
“Good girl,” his voice rumbles. And I have no time to delve into the way my body reacts to that phrase when he pulls out to the tip and slams himself back into me. I scream, not in pain,but in mind-blowing pleasure. I have never had sex like this before.
Clay commands me, taking what he needs as my own pleasure starts to build up again. He must be able to feel my muscles tighten because he releases one hand on my ass and presses his palm into my clit.
“Oh God.” Tears are streaming from my eyes; it’s too much.It’s all too much.
“Let go.”
“I can’t,” I sob. “I can't, it's too much.”
The hand on my pelvis moves lower, his fingers slipping in between my thighs to circle my clit, applying pressure with his fingertip. I cry out, breath shaky as I barrel toward release.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let go.”
He slams himself into me at the same time his fingers circle my clit, and I am thrown off a cliff, hurtling down, down, down as I unravel again and again and again.
I feel the moment his release hits him, hot ropes of cum branding me on the inside as his thrusts begin to slow. A grunt pulls from his lips as he stills above me. His chest is heaving, sweaty muscles quivering through the aftermath of his own orgasm.
I’m dizzy from the lack of oxygen, sweat dripping off my brow. My body aches in the most deliciously sore way. When he lowers himself back over my body, his lips find mine for a slow, lazy kiss. We’re locked like that for a while, Clay only pulling away when he’s gone soft inside of me. Without a word, he goes to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. He presses it between my legs, using gentle strokes to clean me up.
I want to whimper when he takes that warmth away, but I am fully spent. My limbs limp, body sated and sleepy.
It’s seconds before he’s back in bed, but I’m already halfasleep when he pulls my body into him, his arms and legs wrapping around me.
“I love you.” He buries his face into my shoulder, pressing his lips to my sweaty skin.
“Yours,” I murmur. “I’m yours, Clay.”
His arms relax around me, a sigh slipping out of him.
And I fall asleep to the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, as Clay whispers into my ear one last time.
“Mine.”
Chapter 22
