When he brushed his fingers across the already soaked fabric of my panties, he chuckled. “Someone’s a little wet.”
“Someone’s a little slow taking care of that.” My clit throbbed, eager for attention.
“So bossy. Here, let me see what I can do about that. We won’t be needing these.” With a quick yank, he removed my panties. I laughed and kissed him.
His fingers explored, running up and down my slit, mixing my juices around and drawing more from my body. I adjusted to give him better access and arched my back when an exceptionally sharp rock dug into my spine. Clay picked up on it and rolled us, placing himself between the ground and me.
I straddled his hips and worked the button and zipper on his pants, reaching in and stroking his already nice, hard cock. He groaned and dug his fingers into my hips, lifting me. I pushed his pants to his knees and rolled my hips. The tip of his cock slipped into my slick entrance. We both froze and gasped as my body adjusted.
“Montana,” he growled and worked his flesh inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. I threw my head back and moaned. Sex with Clay was usually fun, light, and very, very energetic. This time, however, was slow, deep, more passionate than I’d ever experienced with him. His expression, usually relaxed and playful, had transformed to something so much more. He was, dare I say, serious. Deliberate with his every move. He wouldn’t break eye contact, which imprisoned me, forcing me to stare right back. It was intense, so intense I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. He had that power over me right now.
I rocked my hips, whimpering into his mouth as we drove each other closer to a whole different kind of edge. My big O was building fast, and I moved more deliberately. He thrust harder, deeper, and I cried out each time he slammed our hips together, burying his body into mine. Our element spun around us, lifting loose grass and fir needles into the air. We moved faster. Our elements matched our pace, strengthening along with the steady build of my climax.
And then it crashed down on me, shattering my bones. Clay stiffened as his release took over. The air lifted us from the ground, spinning us around as we rode the waves. I pushed my element to him, which didn’t drain me nearly as much as it did him when the roles reversed. But it did drain me. At least I had four other elements to keep me company while my air call recharged.
Sparks of yellow crackled, blending with the air twisting around us. As soon as my air call transferred to him, he thrust deep and fast, like he’d just gotten a shot of cocaine. Over and over, he plunged hard, his pace incredible. Another orgasm hit me, and I dug my nails into his shoulder, the wave of pleasure so strong, I saw stars. His shirt protected him from me piercing the skin, which had happened on more than one occasion.
He grunted as he erupted and kissed me so intensely, so passionately, that I lost myself in him. We kissed. And we kissed. And we kissed. Only when neither of us could breathe did we pull apart.
“What,” I gasped, “was that?”
“You recharged me. Getting a dose of your call is like taking a hit of pure air adrenaline. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”
“The most incredible thing?” I wiggled on his lap.
He shrugged and kissed me. “Well, it comes a close second. Lower us down.”
I did, not realizing I’d been the one to call air and lift us ten feet off the ground. He kissed me one last time before standing and pulling me to my feet. Once we tracked down my panties and righted our clothes, he took my hand, a wicked grin sending his beautiful green eyes into a dance.
I knew better than to trust that look. “What are you about to do?”
“This.” He teleported us without warning, popping us back into the same grove, but on the opposite side. I pressed my hand to my stomach as it did somersaults. “And this.” He did it again without giving me a chance to recover from the first one, this time landing us back in the same spot we started. “And this again.”
“Clay—” was the only protest I got out before he teleported us yet again, popping us around the grove. I’d given up attempting to recover from the feeling of my insides being pulled outside my body.
“Now you try.”
After my last teleport and totally almost dying—I still firmly believed that—I had zero confidence in my ability to stick the landing. “How about we head back to Clearwater? It’s starting to get dark.”
“I’ll protect you from the monsters lurking in the shadows.” He knew how I felt about the dark after what happened in the ruins. “Come on. Just one teleport. Let’s see how you do.”
With a reluctant sigh, knowing he wouldn’t let it go until I gave teleporting another shot, I nodded and concentrated on a spot on the other side of the grove. I called air and braced myself. The void swallowed me, and an instant later, I popped out in the exact spot I’d wanted. Hallelujah. Maybe me screwing up my landing was a fluke. I tried again and popped right next to Clay.
“You need to master teleporting yourself before you let anyone hitch a ride. Observe.” He popped
