Any other time, I would start a long, slow exploration of his cock. Just the thought of taking my time and making him squirm the same way that he did me sends another burst of wetness from my pussy directly into his mouth, and Clayton groans underneath me.
But I’m distracted by his clever tongue and lips, and the way he seems to know exactly how to tease me, and how different he feels from this angle, that I don’t have time for subtlety.
So I suck my husband’s cock.
Hard.
I’m mindless with the pleasure of his mouth and the feeling of him sliding deeper as he thrusts up into my mouth. I’m losing myself to that same perfect chemistry that took over earlier. It’s inevitable.
One of Clayton’s hands locks on my hip, holding me securely in place as he ravages my sensitive clit. I’m so close, only stopped from grinding on his tongue and coming by his firm grip.
His other hand snakes up my back, until his fingers are tangled in my hair. He presses on the back of my head, guiding me as I suck his cock. The way he’s tugging at my roots tells me he likes what I’m doing, so I take more of him. Clayton fucks my mouth faster, but never stopping the assault on my pussy, and I start to come again.
The second orgasm crushes me like a tidal wave, bright and shining. Overwhelming. I let myself go, surrendering to the sensation and to him. He thrusts up into my mouth again and again as I come, but he doesn’t come. Not yet.
He rolls himself out from underneath me to reach over to the condom beside the bed. Just as I’m catching my breath, his hands are on me again, turning me around and lifting me on top of him. I watch him roll on the condom, his erection sticking straight up in the air. I’ve never wanted a cock inside me so badly. With a knee on each side of him, I lower myself down onto him, enjoying the sting of him stretching me, watching his cock disappear inside me. I lower myself slowly, until he’s entirely filled me. I don’t care about the soreness and the fact that every muscle in my body still aches with every movement. It’s so worth it.
His hands are on my hips, locking us together, pulling me toward him, using my own body to fuck up into me. The possessiveness in his eyes makes me shiver, and not with fear. It’s the deep kind of ownership that comes with love and acceptance and wanting. He’s claiming me the same way he did this afternoon, but somehow it feels deeper than that.
He reaches up and grabs my shoulder, pushing me harder onto him. I know he’s getting close now because his shoulders and head are raised off the bed; an impossible position for a man who’s not as fit as Clayton. I ride him like that, admiring the chorded muscles tensing in his arms. I lean forward, trying to rub my clit against him, but I’m too impatient, and sneak a hand between us, rubbing myself. When he spots me playing with my clit, something takes over in him, and his grunts grow louder and his thrusts stronger. I’m nothing but a sparkling star, bathing in perfect ecstasy as he fucks his way to his own climax. He shouts his climax, cock jerking deep inside me, and my finger speeds up until I’m coming too, and collapse onto his body.
We lie there together, sweating and panting, catching our breath. “So much for long and slow.”
Clayton laughs, the sound a rumble in his chest under my ear. “I think we have some energy to work out before we’re capable of long and slow,” he says, slipping out of me and away to deal with the condom. But he’s back in a second, wrapping me in his arms and pulling my back to his chest.
His hands are stroking down my body, helping to ease the lingering aches and pains. It almost seems…strange, after the deep and dominant fucking he just gave me. And the one this morning. But after that one he’d drawn the bath. I’d never experienced that level of both confidence and compassion at once.
Men have always been takers with me. From my father to the few boyfriends that I’ve had, and most recently, Solomon, trying to take what he wanted from me. But Clayton…
He makes my pleasure come first, and he enjoys it. Revels in it. And in the aftermath, he isn’t leaving. He’s staying to take care of me. I feel closer to him in this moment than I can ever remember being to someone else, and that is a little terrifying.
I can’t stop touching him the same way that he’s touching me. Turning over, I face him. I need to see the look on his face. He’s sleepy but content, continuing to drag his fingers over my skin.
God I love the feel of him, and I finally get to explore his abs with my fingers the way I wanted to earlier today. Clayton pulls me in for a long, slow kiss. All it does is warm my body up, but I’m too exhausted to move anything other than my hands.
“I don’t think I’ve seen a more gorgeous pair of legs,” he says roughly, hand wandering down my hip and pulling one of my legs over his. I like the closeness.
“I highly doubt that’s true.”
Clayton’s fingers tighten on my hip. “I know that we don’t know each other very well yet,” he says softly, “but I don’t lie.”
I blush. “Sorry.”
“No reason to apologize,” he says. “Like I said, you don’t know me. But when I give compliments, I mean them.”
“Okay.” I bite my lip. It isn’t easy for me to believe things like that about myself, but I can try.
“So why are
