The kiss turns urgent, messy in all the best ways, and before I realize it, we’re tangled together, moving from the wall to the counter. He hoists me up in his arms, and I press my forehead against his. When he pulls back, just far enough to look at me, the weight of his gaze nearly knocks the wind out of me.
“Tess, baby, we’re gonna have to make this quick the first time. I need you so bad right now, I can’t wait another second to feel your tight pussy around me.”
He wraps his hands around me, gripping my hips as he lifts me and sets me on the island in the kitchen.
“I want to hear you, baby. There’s no more hiding this anymore, and I want you to let me hear how much that means to you because it means everything to me.”
I nod, unable to form words. He slides my jacket over my shoulders, tossing it toward the table before his hands reach for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head.
“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he mutters after he flicks the button of my jeans, and I follow his orders before unhooking my bra, dropping it along with the rest of my clothes on the floor.
He runs his hands up my side until he cups my breasts, and I lean back, giving him full access to me, spreading my legs open to make room for him.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, Tess,” Clay grunts, brushing his fingers over my nipples.
When he leans in and wraps his lips around the beaded skin, I grind against him, tossing my head back. He flicks his tongue against me, and I let out a throaty moan.
“Clay,” I beg.
“Tell me what you need,” he pleads, like he’s desperate to hear me say it.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
I can feel the heat flush my cheeks. I raise my hips for him again, spreading my thighs open wider. Clay flashes me a teasing grin, like he’s not going to give in until I say it.
“Right here?” he asks, bending down until his mouth is lined up at my center. He turns his head and presses a soft kiss against the apex of my thigh. His tongue darts out, licking my skin before trailing a path up until he blows a heated breath over my aching core.
I tremble uncontrollably with desire, and Clay hums in response.
“I can see how wet you are for me, Sugar. Your sweetness is soaking your panties.”
He runs his finger over my slit and back down, and my body shudders. If this is the way he has me now, I’m going to fall apart when he actually touches me.
He leans in to trace his tongue along the same path, glancing back up to find my eyes, staring me down.
The girl I used to be would’ve never let it get this far. I never would’ve been here like this, lights on, heart racing, laid out on the counter with nowhere to hide. But right now, there’s no hesitation. He’s close enough that I can feel his warm breath over my slick pussy, and all I want is to beg him to touch me.
“Tell me where, Tess.”
“Clay, please.”
“Say it. Right now. Where do you want me to touch you?”
“My pussy.” My face heats. “I want you to lick and touch my pussy, Clay. Please.”
With a grunt, Clay tears my panties off and flicks his tongue through my slit before sucking my clit into his mouth.
My back arches off the counter, exhaling a mix of swear words and begging him not to stop over and over as my legs begin to quiver. I want so badly for him to make me come that I’m almost desperate for it.
Clay quickly stands, shoving his pants below his hips, and grips his dick in his fist. I lean on my elbows to watch him, giving it a few pumps before he runs his thumb over the bead of pre-cum leaking from the head and rubbing it over my pussy.
He stares up at me, slapping his cock against my clit, and I tremble, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer.
I cup my breasts together, pinching and plucking my nipples. His eyes stay trained on me as he moves my legs back until my knees are pressed against my chest.
“Hold your legs open for me,” he orders, and I loop my arms under my knees.
