Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Oh god.” Clay lowers his body, tasting my sweat-slickened skin along the way. I’m in over my head with a man willingly going to his knees for me, a man’s man.
“Going to hear you scream my name, sweetheart.” He looks up at me one last time. A puff of air hits my clit just as he hitches my leg over his shoulder, hand going to my lower stomach and holding me steady, or at least I think he is. His tongue hits my clit, and he doesn’t mess around. He tastes me, down one side and up the other, sinking inside me and opening his mouth, overwhelming me in the best way possible. His hand presses deeper, his other disappears from holding the back of my thigh, and that’s when I feel it. Clay’s mouth is wrapped around my clit, greedily sucking on the tight nub while one finger slides in, gliding in and out. The only noises in the house are my panting, Clay’s breathing, and the wetness he’s helped create between his mouth and fingers.
“Clay.” My eyes close when I feel him adding another digit, hooking them forward. My stomach shudders. He presses my lower abdomen and then works me all the way up until I’m completely and utterly depleted of energy. My orgasm hits fast and hard. Wetness coats me like I’ve never felt before, and it’s in that moment I realize why he had his hand on my stomach. Clay wasn’t using it to hold me up; he was doing it to create something I’ve never felt before. Jesus, I’ve only heard about this happening to others or in the form of a romance book Lennie made me read because she swore the sex scenes were hot. I can now clearly state real life is in fact better than fiction. Clay’s lips and tongue thoroughly work their way over my sensitive skin, whether it’s to continue tasting me or licking me clean, I’m not sure, and I really don’t think I care enough to ask either.
He stands up, hands clasping my waist, lifting me up, and I wrap my legs around him. My hands grip his shoulders. I won’t be the only one with marks all over my body. Clay will have a matching set. My nails dig into his skin when he grazes my clit with the underside of his cock. Wetness from his mouth and my orgasm coats his length. A shudder rolls through me, still coming down from my orgasm.
“Oh God, you’re big. Too big.” He slams inside of me with one swift shift of his hips. He may have worked me with his mouth and fingers, but he’s big, really big, bigger than I’ve ever had before.
“Tell me when you’re ready.” He holds still. My legs tighten around his waist.
“I’m good.” My muscles relax around him. Greediness takes over, and then I’m lifting up slightly, barely an inch with how he has me pinned to the fridge. It’s an utterly amazing sensation to know this sexy cowboy can hold me up without even flinching.
“Hold on, Clementine. I’m gonna fuck you now.” As if he hasn’t been doing that since the moment our clothes dropped to the ground. A tight delicious burn works with each snap of his hips, this time slower and steadier. His eyes lock on mine, our breaths mingling with one another and each powerful movement of his body enveloping mine.
It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced.
It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before.
And it’s looking a lot like love.
“Clay,” I whimper his name. The pain is gone. Nothing but pleasure is taking over. Every time he pulls back and pushes in with a swivel of his hip, his pelvis hits my clit. It’s enough for me to see stars. “I’m not going to be able to last much longer,” I tell him. The inferno inside me is blazing, yet goose bumps coat my body.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good, wet and tight, taking me so good. You like this, don’t you. Taking me bare, knowing I’m going to come inside you, feeling myself mixed with you. Gonna want this forever, Clementine.” His admission sets me off. My center clenches down, his words and the way he moves doing it for me.
“Clay!” True to his words, he’s making me scream his name. My orgasm hits fast and hard. Even if I wanted it to slow down, there’s no way I could.
“Christ, Clementine.” His eyes close just as mine open, and I get to watch him lose himself inside me. It’s the hottest thing ever. I feel him come inside me. Each flex of his hips has him pouring deep into me. His orgasm may only be subsiding, but I can’t wait to have him again.
CHAPTER 12
Clay
Clementine is dozing on the couch, wearing one of my shirts I grabbed from the laundry room, slid on her, and told her I’d grab whatever she needed from her van. There’s no need for her to get out in what has to be two feet of snow. Hell, she’d have to wear more of my clothes, which I’ve got no problem with, but I’d rather her be safe and sound inside my house. The list she gave me wasn’t long: her laptop, charger, some clothes, and a pair of slippers. I grabbed her a pair of socks immediately after she made the comment for the shoes. In all fairness, I should have done that a while ago. This house can get damn cold with the hardwood floors, even with the fireplaces going. I go about stoking the fire, adding more wood and making sure the screen is closed.