His eyes had been on her all day; she could feel them, sense them. Was he playacting to convince his friends? Did he want her?
Lily sighed as she gathered her stuff, heading into the bathroom for a long cool shower.
Clay knew he had gotten to her. He wondered how far he could push her. He wanted her. He wanted to be inside her. He intended to be soon. He hoped tonight, but she was resisting a little more than he anticipated.
She had stiffened at his every touch, trying to hide her reactions. He had encouraged them and made some candid comments. He loved seeing the blush rise on her face. He wanted to see her whole body covered by that blush.
The sound of water echoed. She was taking a shower he would as well, covered in sweat and dirt from the BBQ he did not intend to give Lily a reason to turn him down. Not tonight! Not when she was as high as he was.
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Lily sat on the bed, wrapped in the hotel robe. She was restless but knew she would just have to deal. Sighing she stood stretching. Quietly she headed to the kitchen, a cup of coffee and one of her books would help her relax. They had another long day tomorrow.
She stood by the counter drinking her coffee in the moonlight.
“You okay?” Clay asked as he walked up behind her.
“Yeah.” Her fingers went to the opening of her robe, closing it tightly. She didn’t have anything on under the robe. She thought Clay had gone to bed.
“A little late for coffee.” He turned the pot off.
“I was going to have a cup and read, to relax,” she whispered, not turning around.
“If you need help relaxing.” Clay’s hand strayed to her waist. “I would offer my services.”
She froze. “Wha… What…?”
His hands gripped her waist, pulling her back against his chest. “I said, if you need help relaxing, I would be more than willing to help you.” His mouth next to her ear, his hot breath flowed over her lobe.
“No, thank you,” Lily murmured, trying to take a step away.
His fingers tightened holding her still. “I want you.”
She couldn’t believe her ears. She put the coffee cup down in the sink. “Please excuse me.”
“No.” He turned her around to face him. “I tell you I want you and all you say is excuse me.”
She didn’t look at him, couldn’t. Her eyes closed, her body burning, she wanted him, too. The heat of his touch scorched her through the cotton of the robe.
“Tell me,” he whispered, “you aren’t all hot and bothered, too.”
She lifted her head to look at him, her mouth opened but no words escaped. Clay stood in front of her in only a towel, the towel jutted outward around his groin, his chest glistening with the remnants of water from his shower. Lily closed her eyes as a tremor raced along her body. Her breathing hitched.
Clay heard her breathing escalate. Knew she had seen his arousal. He couldn’t hide it. The moment he had seen her in the robe, his cock throbbed to life, wanting to know if she wore anything under it. He wanted her to be bare.
“I want you, Lily,” his lips brushed hers; “I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
In the moonlight, he could just make out the blush rising on her cheeks.
“I want to bury myself inside of you,” his breath steaming against her earlobe.
His tongue snaked out tracing her ear, “I want to feel your body against mine. I want to taste you, every inch, and I want to hear you scream as you come for me.”
She trembled as his words rolled over her, heating her higher. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Her body pulsed with need, a need he created.
His lips trailed over her cheek, a breath in front of hers. She gasped as her eyes rose to his, her need, her desire visible.
Clay’s fingers swept into her hair, arching her head as his mouth touched hers. His touch was gentle, the slightest touch of his lips, he teased her mouth.
Her lips parted, her breath rushed out, rolling over his lips.
He settled his lips firmly over hers, his fingers tightening.
Lily moaned deep in her throat, she was lost. She wanted Clay, wanted to know where these feelings would lead. It was dark, he wouldn’t see, not now.
Her hands drifted up his arms, clutching his shoulders as his tongue plunged into her mouth.
His hands roved down her back, gripping her waist he pulled her tightly against him. He angled his head his tongue dueling with hers.
She knotted her hands in his hair, pressing her body tighter against him, as close as she could possibly get.
His hands skated around her waist untying the belt to the robe, grabbing the edges he opened the robe.
Clay murmured against her lips, “I want you so much, Lily.” He pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He picked her up. Turning, he sat her on the kitchen island, spreading her legs and stepping between them.
He kissed his way over her chin and down her neck, as his hands stroked the skin at her waist.
She shuddered at the sensations streaking along her nerves, the feel of his hands touching her, his mouth sipping at her skin.
His hands glided over her skin, cupping her breasts. He played, squeezing, and massaging them. They filled his hands, a heavy weight, and it was all her.
He bent forward, his tongue skimming her breastbone before flicking over her right nipple. His fingers tightened at her waist, he loved the taste of her skin. She wore no perfumes, no sprays. He tasted just Lily.
He glanced up, his eyes finding hers in the dark. Her eyes glowed in the moonlight and his body clenched at the need he saw.
He moved his lips over every inch of her right breast, leaving a hot wet trail behind. Her fingers gripped the top of the counter as she arched into his mouth, her skin burning, sizzling in each spot his mouth touched.
He pulled her hands loose, pushing them up his chest and over his shoulders. He crushed her mouth, his fingers skimming down to tease her nipples.
She moaned as he pushed her down on the counter, her hands tangling in his hair. He broke the kiss, traveling down her neck finding and teasing her nipples with his tongue.
“Lily,” he gasped, “pick your legs up, put them on the counter.”
She glanced at him from beneath heavy eyes, barely seeing him. Her body trembling with her need and with the darkness enclosing them she placed her feet on the counter on either side of his hips.
He teased his way up her neck. Her erratic and aroused breathing heightened his need. His hand grazed her stomach, smiling against her neck as her muscles jumped beneath his touch.
His fingers didn’t stop, slid past her belly button and onto her pussy mound. Her body quivered beneath his hand.
He trailed a finger down the line between her pussy lips, then up. He felt her juices flow and his cock reacted, jerking behind the towel. He pushed his finger between her pussy lips opening her to him, her wetness coating his finger.
Clay had never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Lily. He wanted to be inside of her. Now! He couldn’t wait. He would tease and torment her later, but now, at this moment, he had to be inside of her.
“Lily, I’m sorry.” His finger grazed her wet lips. “I can’t wait. I need you so badly.”
Her eyes jerked to his face as he pulled the towel off. Her mouth went dry.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter. He rubbed his cock up and down her pussy lips, wetting himself with her juices.
Lily arched into his movements, her body pulsing with heat.
She gripped his forearms, meeting his strokes. Clay eased back a little, placing the tip of his cock just inside her entrance. His muscles clenched, need pounding through his veins, she was so tight. His eyes met hers, feeling her stare more than seeing it. He couldn’t stop now, closing his eyes he gasped.
“Lily, love,” he whispered. His body recoiled and with one powerful surge, he buried every inch of his cock deep inside her pussy.
A strangled sob escaped, her body jerking. He was huge. He stood motionless waiting for her body to ease around him. Eyes closing she arched into him.
He gasped leaning down his teeth grazed her nipples as he pulled back slightly.
Lily met his stroke. He growled. His muscles quivering as his control deserted him. He stood up between her spread legs, clasping her knees he rode her powerfully. Each stroke fully embedded his cock inside of her.
Her hips arched, her breast jiggled with every thrust, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his cock.
He groaned deeply, closing his eyes, arching his head he slammed into her.
She gripped his wrists soft sobs falling from her swollen lips. “Clay,” she cried as her pussy clenched his cock, her fingers digging into his wrists.
Lily flew. Her body exploding in a cavalcade of lights, blood rushed through her body. It was intoxicating! Amazing!
Clay exploded, flooding her with his wetness as his groan reverberated over her body. “That was incredible.”
Chapter 5
“Wrap your arms around my neck, your legs my waist,” Clay whispered against her neck.
Lily buried her face in his neck, her heart still pounding.
He stood, pulling her into his embrace and off the counter walking into his bedroom.
She tensed, but he did not attempt to turn on the lights.
He laid her down on the bed, leaning over her. “Lily, I didn’t ask, and I didn’t use anything, but are you on birth control?”
“No,” she murmured.
His tongue traced her lips, “Okay, no big deal.”
She stiffened. Birth control was a big deal. She hadn’t even thought about it, it wasn’t an issue for her. “I’m sorry.”
“It is okay.” His hand brushed the side of her face, his lips following until his mouth settled over hers, stealing her breath. “This time I intend to love you properly.”
“What?” She gasped.
He laughed. “I wanted you too much, I couldn’t control myself. I want to taste, touch, and know every inch of you.”
His confession had her head spinning, heart jumping into her throat.
He stretched out alongside her, teasing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. He lowered his head, flicking his tongue over her nipple.
She arched as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. His hand roamed up and down her sides while his mouth worked its way over to her other breast.
She curved her hands over his shoulders, tangling her fingers in his hair. She wanted to kiss him, to taste his mouth. She urged him up with her hands and their mouths met. Her passion exploded as she pressed her body against his.
He groaned as Lily’s need, passion rocked and flowed through him. He ripped his mouth from hers, his tongue skimming down her neck teasing her pulse.
He nipped her neck. “There is so much I want to do to you.”
Her breathing escalated as his mouth touched hers again, his hand moving down her stomach. “Open your legs for me,” he whispered stroking her pussy lips. “Bend your knee.”
She bent her left knee. His fingers glided over her pussy, touching her wetness, letting her juices coat his fingers. He pushed one finger inside her, thrusting, as his thumb teased her clit.
She moaned, moving her hips, pressing her pussy against his hand.
His hot breath flowed over her breast, her nipple.
“Clay,” she whispered, her fingers caressing his shoulder.
He leaned on his elbow. She stroked her fingers over his shoulder and down his chest, her thumb brushing his nipple. She felt more than heard his groan. Her other hand moved over his chest, trying to span the breadth, but she couldn’t.
Her body bucked as he pushed a second finger inside her tight sheath.
“Come for me.” His thumb moved faster on her clit. “I want to feel you.”
Her hips pumped against his fingers, as her fingers glided down her stomach and onto his hand. Clay increased the pressure of his thumb as her fingers gripped his wrist. His tongue flicked her nipple, circling before sucking.
She moved her bent leg, turning toward him.
“Leave it,” he commanded.
“I can’t.” She sobbed, continuing to turn desperate to achieve the release again.
He growled, pulling his hand away from her pussy.
Her eyes snapped to his, her body trembling with her need, her sudden fear. Had he realized, touched? Or had she made him angry. Her mind whirled with possibilities and when he reached for her, she flinched.
He stopped, seeing her eyes wide in the moonlight. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”
A tear slipped down her cheek. “Are you stopping now?
He stared at her, momentarily lost for words. She was afraid, crying. “What’s wrong, why are you crying?” he caught her tear with his finger.
She rolled to her side, struggling to sit up. Her body thrummed, but it was over. She moved to the edge of the bed, her back to him looking for something to cover herself.
She felt the towel by the headboard and grabbed it, wrapping her body before standing. She turned, leaving his room and quickly entering hers, closing the door behind her.