Page 42 of Fall Apart

“Clay,” she calls out in a breathy whisper before I cut her off, leaning down to kiss her again on the lips, biting and tugging on her lower lip.

“You have the fucking sexiest, dirtiest, sassiest mouth. And you mean what you say. You never hold back.” I lower myself further down, kissing the delicate skin between her breasts. Her chest rises and she reaches for me, running her fingers through my hair. “You have the biggest fucking heart. You care so much about everyone in your life.” I linger there long enough to feel her heart pounding in her chest.

I run my hands over her ribs and down her waist, kissing each of her hip bones. She arches her back, pushing herself into me. “And you are so goddamn sexy, Lizzy. I mean it. You’re perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”

I plant one soft, teasing kiss on her swollen clit, rubbing my stubble against her inner thighs.

“Damnit, Clay. Please, stop being so sappy.” She pulls my hair tighter, pulling my mouth against her. She’s already so wet and she tastes so good.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make you remember you’re a goddamn princess.” Before she can say anything, I lap and lick her at her wet heat, flicking my tongue up and down, back and forth over her clit. I grip her hip with one hand, holding her against the bed as she bucks and writhes into me.

She moans my name and my cock throbs. If it were any other time, any other reason for doing this, I’d probably already be fucking that pretty little mouth of hers, loving the sight of those lips she’s always tapping wrapped around my cock before burying myself in her. The best I can do is grind myself into the bed, enjoying the friction while I’m pleasing her.

With my other hand, I tease her pussy with a finger, lingering just at her opening.

“I need more,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my hair.

I slide my finger in, curling it in a come hither motion while I keep sucking her clit and flicking my tongue across it.

“Holy fuck. You’re so wet and tight,” I groan against her clit. I add a second finger, pumping them deeper into her. She wraps her legs around me, pulling my face even harder against her.

I reward her, lapping with my tongue faster and more firmly over her clit, matching the pace with my curling fingers.

I knew being with her would be amazing, but this is an entirely different level.

CHAPTER 21

LIZZY

PRETTY DECENT

The sightof Clay’s head wrapped between my legs with my fingers laced through his hair is not something I thought I’d see today. OK, maybe ever.

I’ve definitely imagined it, but he’s every bit as good at this as I thought he’d be. I might literally combust. The way his tongue is flicking back and forth over my clit and his groans of approval reverberate through my pussy while his fingers stretch and fill me feels so good. He’s like one of those sex toys that sucks your clit and hits your g-spot all at once.

And he’s so eager - so fucking eager to please. I mean, yeah, he’s younger… but he’s also so much more man than I’ve ever been with. No one’s ever teased me or worshipped me like he did with his trail of kisses and praises.

I’m getting so close, with a knot of tension low in my core, but I don’t want this to end. It has never felt this good, this explosive and electric before. His words, his kisses, his presence. It’s all-consuming.

My attention is drawn away from over processing and right back to him when he starts sucking on bundle of nerves while still lapping at me with his tongue.

“Holy shit,” I whimper, tightening my grip on his short tousled hair. “Please, don’t fucking stop. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

He groans into me again, which only pushes me closer to the edge. “That’s kind of the point.”

I look back down at him, but I’m caught off guard when he takes one, broad, muscular forearm, loops it under my bent knees, and presses it against the backs of my thighs. He’s pinning my legs downagainst my chest, leaving my aching wet pussy completely at his mercy. He devours me and that knot of tension breaks. I fall apart and his mouth stays on me. His fingers massagethatspot deep in my core, wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of me.

“Oh my god.” I pull his hair, desperate to be closer to him. He plants a kiss on my pussy before sucking my now hypersensitive clit and flicking his tongue over it, making me squeeze his head again between my thighs.

He sits back up on his knees, smirking back at me. I stare at him, melting into a puddle of pleasure on the pile of pillows I now have avery differentappreciation for. I lay here, sated, happy, catching my breath, acutely aware of every nerve ending after the orgasm he just gave me. He just grins at me, clearly satisfied with his work. He’s so cocky and I can’t blame him, but I still feel the urge to push his buttons.

“That was prettydecent,”I tease.

His nostrils flare as he exhales and wipes my glistening arousal from his lips.“You’re such a goddamn brat.” I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s amused. “That was just my fingers and tongue.”

He leans down, kissing the tops of both of my knees before grinning back at me. I give in, grinning at the sight of him, giving him some satisfaction. I know I can tease him, but he just rocked my world and he’s right, that wasonlyhis fingers and tongue.

I watch as his deep emerald green eyes rake my body and his chest heaves, only making his muscular body look more defined. “I’m glad to see I can shut that sassy little mouth of yours up.” He smiles back at me and leans forward, running his hands up and down my thighs. I’m still so overstimulated that the feeling of his worn, rough hands against my smooth skin sends a shiver through me.

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