I saw the sincerity in his eyes as he brought our foreheads together. I closed my eyes, feeling him slowly moving once more. He held tightly onto my body as he whipped me around, placing my back against the carpeted floor. I gazed into his eyes as he reached between our bodies. I licked my lips as I felt him seated against my entrance. I nodded softly, letting him know it was all right. And all at once, he filled me, shaking me against the carpet as our bodies became one.
“Clint, yes.”
But he only shook his head before our lips fell together again.
I wrapped myself around him, holding on for dear life as he rolled against me. My legs locked around his waist. My arms went around his neck. I kissed his shoulder and nibbled his neck, allowing him the opportunity to take me to heights I’d never experienced before. He rolled faster, thrusting harder, stroking parts of me he hadn’t touched yet. And as my eyes rolled back, I arched into him. I felt it coming, bubbling up. And the faster he moved, the more prone I was to succumbing to his assault.
His beautiful, salacious assault.
“Yes. Yes. Clint. Oh, shit. Clint, yes! Right there! Right there!”
“That’s it, Rae. Let go. Do it for me, beautiful.”
“Oh. Shit.”
The words came out as whimpers. Broken syllables that fell from my lips. I felt myself vibrating around him, clamping down on him as the whole of my body lost control. He didn’t stop, though. His face dropped to my neck and he kept on going. Kept on filling me. Kept on rolling and thrusting as I raked my nails up and down his arms, trying my best not to blow through the roof in ecstasy. I locked myself around him and managed to roll him over. I straddled him, my hands pressed once again into his chest. I gazed into his eyes as I swiveled my hips, feeling his hands grip them, guiding me. Teaching me with his movements how to please him. How to make him feel good.
How to make him soar.
“That’s it, Rae. Perfect.”
“Clint. I want you to feel good, too.”
He reached up, cupping my cheek. “I always feel good when I’m around you.”
I fell against his body, his hands cupping my ass cheeks. Our tongues twined together as I rested against him, feeling him hold me while he thrust. His hips rose, filling me and rele
asing me. Filling me and releasing me. And soon, I was on my back again, my legs in the air and tossed over his shoulder before he bent me in half.
“Oh, fuck!”
He grinned. “There’s the spot you love so much.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“You’ll say my name before it’s all over.”
The world slowly tunneled. All I saw was his face. All I felt was his body. All I knew was the scent and sounds and smells of him. My heart surged with delight. My soul welled with a happiness I’d never experienced before. And suddenly, I felt myself come alive. For the first time in my entire life, I knew what it felt like to be praised. Enjoyed. Cherished. Wanted. As my knees pressed into my chest and Clint drove himself deep into my body, I knew what it felt like to be prized.
I drew in a shuddering breath. “Thank you, Clint.”
He ceased his movements and I opened my eyes. Well, the tunneling lifted as the electricity let go of its grip on my brain. His brow furrowed deeply as he rested there, on the backs of my legs. I smiled as I lifted my head to capture his lips softly before I nuzzled my nose against his.
“For what?” he asked.
I giggled. “For making me feel important.”
My legs slid from his shoulders and his hands found mine. I lay there, our fingers threaded together as he pinned them above my head. Our eyes connected and didn’t let go. Our hips moved in tandem and didn’t let up. We breathed one another’s air and shared one another’s pleasure. I bucked when he rocked, and I jumped when he thrust.
And soon, we fell over the edge together.
With each other’s names being chanted like breathless prayers on the cusp of the wind.
34
Clinton
I stood on Rae’s porch. “You sure this is something you wanna do?”