She was gladly going to let him win this round because in the end, she’d be winning right along with him.
He stayed at her breasts, moving side to side for what seemed as if it was an eternity. The more she wiggled around, the worse he got.
She was ready to complain again, but he started to kiss his way down her ribs, her belly, to her hips.
His hands slid into her little white panties and inched them down in front as if to peek.
She expected him to rip them off of her.
Or yank them fast.
Instead, he was kissing her little mound that she’d kept nice and trim.
Only in the front. Everything else was shaved clean. She thought it was cute.
The way he was paying homage, guess he did too.
His hand glided up her inner thigh now, torturing her until a finger slid under the edge of her panties touching the most intimate part of her.
“Christ,” he said. “You’re soaked.”
“I’m going to be even more when I come without you if you don’t hurry it up.”
And that was when her panties were yanked off of her.
If she thought he’d fill her then, she had another thing coming.
He hooked his arms under her hamstrings, lifted her in the air, his face diving into her.
His tongue was out and tangoing around her lips below as it had her tongue earlier.
She couldn’t even move with the way he had her pinned to the bed, forcing her to lie there and accept it.
She did. And she wanted more.
He latched onto her swollen bud, his lips pulling it in, sucking, then licking and sucking some more.
“I’m going to coooooommmmme,” she shouted.
It was all the warning she had in her.
She was throbbing before the last syllable left her mouth.
There was pulsing. Twitching. Trembling, then shivering.
Her limbs were going numb as all the blood rushed to the spot Clay was devouring.
She was heaving out large mouthfuls of air as the orgasm released all the tension in her body.
When he pulled back, she wanted to yank him forward again, her body cold and missing his contact.
All he did was move to a dresser, open a drawer, and pull out a condom.
Thank God for the moonlight coming through the window so she could see some of what he was doing.
His shorts went down, the condom on, and he was pouncing on her on the bed.
Meredith barely had time to open her legs wide for him again before he was thrusting in deep.
