“Clay.” The intensity of them does nothing to cool the desire building inside of me. In fact, it only spurs it on.
“I’ll take care of you, Dotty.” He kisses me quickly before looking into my eyes once more. “I’ll always take care of you.”
With one motion, he hauls me onto his lap, and I straddle his hips. It’s like a rush of heat and need all over my body as he takes control. His mouth is on mine as one hand goes to my lower back and the other goes to my ass. I hold his face as he grinds against me, and pleasure like I’ve never felt spikes in my core. He rocks me back and forth, and I moan into his mouth.
I feel his hot length between us, and it's a demanding presence that has to be as desperate as I am. It’s bulging against his jeans, and I shamelessly use it to my advantage as I get closer and closer to my climax.
My fingers grip his shirt so tightly I hear the material protest. But as he rocks me against his cock, a loud groan comes from Clay, and he breaks the kiss as his head falls back. The sight of him so far gone sends me over the edge, and my orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball.
Through the fog of pleasure, he keeps working my hips for a few more seconds, and it drags the climax out of me. I can’t take it anymore, so I collapse into his big body and bury my face in his neck. After a moment he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. Tears sting my eyes from the emotions bombarding me.
I don’t know how long we sit there, but at some point I must have dozed off. When I come to, I see the sun is setting, and I’m still in Clay’s lap straddling him as he drives. One of his arms is around me, and I turn my head to breathe him in. I brush my mouth against his neck, and I feel his cock jerk against me. It’s hard again, or maybe it never went down at all.
“Behave, we’re almost back at the big house. One accident is all I can handle.”
“Fine,” I tease and steal one more kiss on his neck.
The accident feels so long ago. Time is different here with Clay. I haven't been here for long, but it also feels impossible to have only known him a short time. What is it about this land that feels so familiar and right?
The Gator stops a few moments later and I shift to get off his lap. He takes my hand and keeps a hold of it as we walk into the house and up the stairs.
“I think today might have been the best day of my life,” I tell him.
I want him to know what this means to me. If that accident taught me anything, it's that life can change in a split second. Clay saved me this time, but I won’t always have him.
“Mine too,” he says. “And it won’t be the last.” The way he says it makes it sound like a promise. “You’re my beautiful girl.”
Before I can respond, he’s kissing me again. I kiss him right back because today I want nothing more than to belong to him.Chapter TenClayWhat am I doing?
I know good and damn well she’s engaged to someone else, but the way her body feels against mine is too fucking good. I can’t let her go, not now, not ever.
I’ve never kissed before and never imagined it would feel this good. As we stand in my bedroom with my lips on hers, I don’t ever want to stop. She’s so soft and tastes like sunshine. Her hands rest on my chest as mine explore her body, rubbing her curves and tangling in her long hair.
“Can I take this off?” I ask, my voice deep and demanding. I tug at the edge of her shirt, and she nods, a blush blossoming on her cheeks.
I pull the material up and over her head and toss it on the ground. I kiss her again before taking off my own shirt because I want to know what it’s like to feel her warm skin against mine.
Should I tell her this is all new to me? Would that scare her away? Does it even matter? I’ve never wanted this before, and now it’s all I can think about. Touching every part of her and feeling it against my own. The thought of her wet pussy on my cock is too much, so I push that away. This is enough…for now.
Her hands move, and suddenly her bra is gone, and her breasts are touching my stomach. Her tight nipples tickle me, and I lean back to look at them. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, and I wish I had the words to tell her so. Instead I kneel down in front of her so I’m eye level with them and just stare.