Page 37 of Fast Currents
“Honey, I am so hard for you right now.”
My palm slid down, tracing his length. He arched into my hand, grinding gently.
“You still have too many clothes on,” I admonished. Our hands tangled at his belt. He dropped his forehead to mine, breathing hard as he let me take over.
“Did I mention that it’s been a while for me?” he asked, sounding strained.
“It may have come up.”
He groaned out a laugh. “God, it’s not the only thing. Lucifer, you’re going to be the end of me.”
His trousers fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, leaving us both in only our underwear. His erection announced itself proudly in his boxer-briefs, jutting toward me, begging for a real introduction. Gripping him in my hands, I stroked to his tip, enjoying the way Clay hissed under my touch.
His gaze was unfocused, his expression hazy. I loved that I could do that to him. He was totally in my thrall. At my mercy. His desire fueled my own, letting me feel powerful, even as I melted, falling prey to the hunger blazing in his eyes.
Heat pooled between my thighs, turning liquid as he gripped my wrists, prying me gently away from his erection and walking me backward until my calves hit his mattress.
“I’m ready for that world tour if you are.” Clay’s voice was husky. His strong jaw clenched, and he bit out, “If you want to stop, please tell me now, Luce.”
I hooked a finger into the waistband of his underwear, sinking to the bed and taking him with me. He followed, careful not to crush me with his bulk even as he crowded me into the mattress. He braced his forearms along my head, one muscular thigh draped heavily over mine. Soft and hard. Hairy and smooth. I reveled at the different textures as he smoothed one work-roughened palm down my side to my hip, leaving heat in its wake.
He captured my mouth in a kiss that started soft, but I opened, seeking more. Needing more. Urgency drove my tongue to tangle with his, exploring in a never-ending dance that left me panting. An answering heat and fullness trickled through my center until I ached for more than just his mouth on mine.
“More.”
Clay heeded my invitation, nuzzling his way down my neck and lavishing each breast with attention. Each draw on my sensitive flesh sent waves of heat through me, making me thrash beneath him, arching my hips.
“There’s my greedy girl.” He traced kisses lower, slipping around the edges of my birthmark. “I love to travel.” His tongue licked out, sending a trail of fire to my center. “I see London.” He petted across one rib. “I see France.” He hooked his fingers into my underwear, stripping them away with my help.
My thighs scissored open, exposing my hidden flesh for his inspection. He probed my entrance, sliding his fingers through the liquid between my folds, slicking it to the top of my pussy, circling my clit. Each rub sent quivering sensation arcing through my body. I writhed beneath his touch, helping him find a rhythm that worked for me.
Pleasure flickered, so close that I bowed into his fingers, finding the pressure I needed. My lashes fluttered.Close. Breath hitching in rasping gasps, I reached for that waterfall, straining closer to the cascade of pleasure.
I nearly cried out in dismay when Clay shifted, pulling his talented fingers away. I’d been so close. Any thoughts of complaining faded as he dropped his chin to my inner thigh.
He licked along my slit. “I taste heaven.”
His fingers gently exposed my clit, tonguing the soft nub mercilessly as I thrashed beneath him. Gentle rapids became arush as I went over the edge with a whimper that could have been a scream. Crashing down into the spray below, I rocked beneath his tongue in waves as my orgasm crested. Sensation glittered like spray cast across the stones at the base of the waterfall, leaving me feeling the sharp sting of satisfaction. As if my nerve endings had been pushed to their limit, they washed up on the shore to sputter out a recovery.
Clay slid onto his side, his smile selfie-at-Niagara-Falls worthy. The trophy of the world traveler, a smug curve to his lips.
Gooey and warm in the aftermath of my orgasm, I couldn’t bring myself to call him on that ghost of a smirk. He’d earned it. And so much more. Wrapping my hands around Clay’s erection shook the triumph from his expression, leaving something raw in its place.
“I want you.”
“I’m getting that message,” he hissed as I squeezed him, enjoying the firm length of him, hard beneath my fingers. “Greedy, greedy.” His eyes glittered. “Hold that thought.”
He pulled back, finding and sheathing himself in a condom in record time. I tried to help, but my hands fumbled the wrapper, shaking too hard, my nervous system still overwhelmed.
He hovered over me, and I spread my thighs wide, hooking one leg around his hips to urge him closer. He grazed my entrance, rubbing against my slit before sliding home.
“God, that’s good.” Full and satisfying. Only better when he tilted his hips, rubbing his pelvic bone against mine. I clenched around him, wanting to hold him right there.
Clay hissed, the low thread of sound seeping from between his lips as he fought for control. “More of that and I won’t last long.”
He slid deeper, and I whimpered. “Same,” I bit out.
We strained together, finding our rhythm as he thrust and I clenched, building toward a finish line I could almost touch. Theslide of our bodies, grinding toward oblivion, should have been enough. I squeezed my eyes tight, focusing on sensation. On the millions of tiny nerve endings cheering us on.
