"Let go, Dylan," he murmured, pressing his lips to her sternum. "I've got you."
She took a shallow breath but couldn't release it as the tension inside her snapped and wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through her. He held her, his teeth gently scraping the inside curve of her breast, as she rode out the orgasm.
Finally, the intensity faded, leaving Dylan wrecked and panting. She collapsed against Clay, her mind utterly empty of everything except the echoes of ecstasy.
Clay rolled them so that he hovered over her and his lips brushed hers. "You're beautiful," he whispered, staring down at her.
Dylan blinked, trying to gather her thoughts enough to respond, but he kissed her again, deeper this time. The embers of desire inside her grew hotter once again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and poured everything she was feeling into the kiss. She wanted him to experience the same incredible pleasure that he gave her.
This time, when Clay's fingers slid down between her thighs, she was wet and ready. Her hips lifted as he pressed a finger deep inside her and withdrew it to add another. Her nerve endings came alive and she wanted to feel more. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her up.
"Condom," she murmured, tearing her lips away from his. "We need a condom."
"Not yet," he replied, his eyes dropping to the space between them and watching as his fingers moved in and out of her.
"Yes," she argued, lifting her hips. "Now."
Clay's eyes moved up to her face and he must have realized that she was serious because he removed his hand and reached into the nightstand.
Dylan sat up and ran her hands up his thighs as he knelt on the bed and ripped open the condom. Her hand stroked his length as he fit the condom on the tip of his dick.
Her skin glowed and she realized her glamour had fallen. He was seeing her in her natural form and he didn’t even seem to notice.
She leaned back and watched as he smoothed the latex down the length of his erection. Clay crawled over her, guiding his cock to her entrance.
"We'll go slowly," he said, his eyes focused on the sight of the tip of his dick disappearing inside her.
"Fine with me," she whispered. "Don't stop," she said when he paused.
"I'm not. Just be patient." He wasn't sure if those words were more for her or him, but he pressed further before withdrawing again.
Her body opened beneath him, taking him easily as he worked his cock deeper. It took one long, nearly excruciatingly intense minute for him to enter her completely. He hissed out a breath as she clenched tightly around him.
"Clay," she whispered. "I need—"
"I know," he interrupted. "Give me a second."
Dylan shifted beneath him, her hips arching and her muscles gripping him again.
"Shit," he whispered. He couldn't wait much longer.
His thumb covered her clit again as he withdrew in a long stroke and thrust into her. He filled her perfectly.
Her hands clutched his shoulders as he moved over her, a moan coming from her mouth. Dylan kissed him. All she could do was hold on and let him take her higher and higher.
Her skin began to tingle and heat as the orgasm approached. She whispered his name, her voice breaking. Then, the pleasure swamped her. She threw her head back, crying out from the intensity of the sensations cascading through her. Her entire body shuddered uncontrollably.
Clay kissed her throat, the thrust of his hips against her becoming uneven and short as he came.
As her climax faded, Dylan wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, and she tucked her face against his next. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to catch her breath.
After a few moments, Clay moved away from her. "Be right back."
She watched as he walked into the bathroom, her mind still hazy. A few minutes later, when he came back, she was under the blankets, her hands tucked beneath her cheek as she kept her eyes on him.
She loved the way that he looked—big, broad-shouldered, and strong enough to wrestle a bear if it attacked her. His shoulders and arms were impressive but he wasn't muscle-bound with zero percent body fat. She liked that a lot.
"I hope this means you're staying the night," Clay said, walking around the bed to climb in next to her.
