Page 44 of His True Mate
“Yes,” I practically yelled back at him.
I could feel his grin and sense his happiness as he undid my jeans and pushed them to the floor.
I was ready to rip his clothes off, but he stood firm pinning me in place as his fingers dipped down to touch me.
Shock racked through my body like a bolt of lightning.
I gasped and held onto his shoulders like my life depended on it. My nails dug in, but he didn’t protest. He kissed me harder with a new passion. It was different now. His breathing was labored much like mine as his fingers worked magic within me.
“Oh God! Clay,” I said steadying myself against him.
I’d played with myself before. I knew what an orgasm felt like, but nothing I’d ever managed to do alone had felt this wonderful.
“Clay!” I screamed again.
He grinned and silenced me with his lips.
I was lost in a pool of needy nerves. I wasn’t even sure I was still on Earth but instead lost somewhere in an abyss of sheer pleasure.
I cried out as that bubble burst and my whole body shook in ecstasy.
I gasped, jerking back and hitting my head against the door in the most powerful orgasm ever.
I gulped in fresh air trying to regain some sense of understanding around me.
If this was what he could do to me with his hand, would I even survive having sex with this man?
Who cared? I’d die a happy woman if not.
“Holy shit,” I managed to say as he held my shaking body.
He trailed light kisses along the column of my neck, making me shiver even more and he rubbed circles at my hip.
I jerked up to look into his eyes. They were dark and needy. Did he expect me to repay the favor or something? In the moment, I hadn’t even thought about it.
With a satisfied grin he kissed my cheek sweetly.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded a bit more than was necessary, making him chuckle.
“Do you want the rest of the tour of this place?”
I furrowed my brow. “Are you okay?”
He kissed me again. “Never better.”
Clay let me go though I still needed the door to help support me. He got some tissues from his desk, cleaned me up and righted my jeans.
I saw him adjust himself and wondered just how uncomfortable that must be.
“Are you sure you don’t need to take care of that?” I asked, even knowing I was blushing furiously.
He grinned. “Later. I’ll live. I promise.”
I shook my head in amazement. I certainly wasn’t expecting that, but I knew then that Clay was a giver. The thought of making love to such a man thrilled me even more.
“Keep looking at me like that and I might change my mind.”
