"Fine, I'm sweet." Clay took her shoulders in his hands and drew her across his lap.
His lips touched hers and she melted. The kiss started slow, his mouth tugging at hers, before her blood began to heat until her skin was nearly burning. She opened her mouth and sank her fingers into his hair when his tongue touched hers.
Clay wrapped his arms around her completely, pulling her closer. His skin was scorching where it touched hers.
Dylan let her head fall back as Clay's mouth moved from her lips to her neck. He shifted her on his lap and she felt the hard length of his cock against her ass. Her hips moved and she shivered when his teeth scraped her throat.
She gasped when he suddenly lifted her and twisted them on the bed so that she lay beneath him.
Dylan arched into him, her hands moving from his scalp to his shoulders. The denim of his jeans felt rough against the skin of her inner thighs.
His mouth trailed over her collarbone to her breast. When his tongue slid over her nipple, she gasped again. He was barely touching her but she felt like she was going to come out of her skin. It had been so long since she'd been with a man. Too long.
Dylan bucked beneath him when Clay's lips closed around her nipple and he sucked.
"Clay," she murmured, her nails digging into his shoulders.
His mouth moved to her other breast.
She moved restlessly, her body refusing to keep still. "Clay."
He released her nipple and his lips traveled down her abdomen to the edge of her panties. Dylan made a grab for him but he was sitting back on his heels, his fingers curling around the waistband of her panties so he could tug them down and off.
"Clay," she repeated, her tone hesitant.
His only response was to hum in the back of his throat as his big hands cupped her knees. When he tried to nudge them apart, she resisted.
Finally, he looked at her, his eyes bright and intense. His hair was wild from her fingers earlier. He looked turned on. And sexy.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice rough.
"It's just..." she trailed off.
"Just?"
"Been a while," she said.
His hands rubbed the tops of her thighs. "Am I rushing you?"
"No." She hesitated. "Yes." Dylan sighed. "I just don't think I'm ready for you to go down on me," she finally admitted, her cheeks burning as she said it. "It's..." She had no idea how to voice her thoughts.
Clay leaned over her, putting his face above hers. "It's intimate," he said.
"Yes."
"And it requires trust," he continued.
"Yes."
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
Dylan narrowed her eyes. "Are you going somewhere with this?"
"I promise I won't hurt you," he said. "That's all." He kissed her, his mouth gentle and warm.
His hands slid beneath her at the small of her back and then he rolled so that she was on top of him.
Then, he said exactly the right thing to make her relax. "For the record, I'm fine with it if you wanna go down on me."
