Dylan shook her head and lightly bit one of his pectorals, making him jump. "Why am I not surprised by that?"
"Because I'm a guy and you understand guys," he answered.
"That was actually a rhetorical question, but thanks for your input," she said.
One of his hands hooked around the back of her neck, pulling her down for a kiss. His other hand cupped her ass, squeezing and kneading.
Dylan's embarrassment faded away beneath the touch of his hands and his mouth. She rocked her hips against him, rubbing against the ridge of his erection. He didn't try to stop her when her fingers went to the button on his jeans.
"Don't forget to take your socks off," she said as she unsnapped and unbuttoned his jeans. "Otherwise, you're going to remind me of someone's dad."
Clay laughed. “I already took them off, remember?"
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.”
She didn’t have time to be embarrassed. Dylan abandoned his jeans and clutched at his shoulders, squealing when he sat up and turned.
"Now I know how bronc riders feel," she teased.
"Just wait 'til I take my pants off."
"Are you trying to say you're hung like a horse?" she asked.
"What? No. I meant I'll give you the ride of your life," he said. "Not that my dick is small or anything."
Dylan burst out laughing, leaning her forehead against his. "Oh, I know it's not small." She ground her hips against his. "I can feel how big it is."
"You're killing me."
She moved to kneel beside him and finished unfastening his pants. He helped her shove them off, leaving him naked. Very, very naked.
"Whoa," Dylan whispered, leaning back a little. "Okay, I have to figure out the logistics of this."
Clay put his hands behind his head and shot her a cocky smile. "Told you it wasn't small."
"Yeah, but now I'm concerned about my health."
He scoffed and reached for her. "We'll make it work."
"Maybe, but will we both enjoy it?"
Clay sighed and turned them both so they were on their sides. "I promise you'll enjoy it. If you don't, we'll stop."
Dylan ran her fingertips from the base of his throat, down his abdomen, to the subject of their conversation. He sucked in a sharp breath as she wrapped her hand around him and gave his dick an experimental stroke.
"I think I'm willing to try," she murmured, staring down between them as she touched him.
Clay cupped her face and kissed her. Any doubts, hell, any thoughts flew right out of her head. All she could do was feel.
Dylan moaned as he kneaded her butt, pulling her closer and trapping her hand between them. His mouth was voracious and hot. His hand moved from her ass, going down and in until his fingers found her center. She arched her back as he slid a finger inside her, the caress slow and deep.
Her muscles warmed and melted as he touched her and kissed her. Dylan sighed when he removed his hand and pulled her on top of him. This time, when she straddled his hips, the hard, smooth length of his cock was exactly where she needed. She moaned again as her hips shifted, sliding her clit against his dick.
Clay's hands clamped on her hips, but he didn't try to stop her motion. His thumbs massaged just inside her hipbones, letting her set the pace. She arched her back and a wild sound escaped her throat when his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking hard.
Pleasure speared through her body, a current of electricity and heat that arced from her breast to her clit. Dylan took a shuddering breath as his mouth tugged at her nipple.
She rocked against him, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations cascading through her. When his hand moved and his thumb began to circle her clit, a fine tension seized her muscles. With each stroke of his thumb, her muscles tightened, drawing her higher and higher, until she was poised on the edge of an incredible orgasm. Dylan held back, nearly afraid of what she was feeling. She trembled violently against him as Clay released her breast from his mouth.
