Clay looked around the apartment in despair. The emptiness and chaos was overwhelming with the amount of boxes that were stacked all around him. He knew that moving into a new place wasn't going to be the most fun thing in the world, but Clay didn't realize just how much work moving was. It would be worth it to be twenty minutes closer to Emma, and twenty minutes closer to base. Sighing to himself, Clay began to organize the boxes into the different rooms, grateful that he had spent the time to label all of the boxes. Once everything was sorted into piles, Clay started with the kitchen. Unpacking the meager plates and bowls he had managed to acquire and his one pot and pan. He unearthed the coffee maker and the toaster before breaking down the boxes and moving into the living room. Once he saw how many more boxes there were to unpack, Clay decided to unpack the living room before calling in reinforcements. Grabbing his phone, he texted Emma.
"Hey Em, you doing anything today?" Putting his phone down while he unpacked his xbox and hooked it up to the tv, he didn't hear it ring until the entire room was unpacked, not that there was really that many boxes to begin with. Looking down at the screen, he smiled.
"Not really, Dad is taking Mikey to some game because he was able to get tickets from Jamie, but I said that I didn't want to go. Why? Are you free?"
"Need some help at my apartment, moving is apparently harder than it looks," Looking around at his apartment all of his furniture was moved in and the tv was set up with the xbox, but it didn't look like a house. It looked like a bachelor pad.
"Give me a little while to finish lunch and tell dad where I'm going, but it should be fine. Maybe an hour?"
"It's a date :)" Setting his phone aside, Clay got to work on unpacking the rest of the boxes, but he couldn't stop his mind from wandering. While Emma and Clay had been taking things very slowly, he could tell that the girl is getting impatient for more and more. The morning that they spent in bed was one of the most intimate and sexiest times that he had spent with Emma, and they hadn't really gone much further than they had in the past. Not wanting to assume that he would end up doing anything with Emma, Clay started to make a list of things that he needed to get from the store.
Emma was nervous, she went down to tell her father that her plans had changed for the afternoon, still slightly unsure that he was even going to let her go to her boyfriend's apartment without supervision. Steadying herself, Emma walked into the living room where Mikey and her dad were playing video games. "Dad, I'm going over to Clay's for a little bit, he asked for help unpacking," Emma waited for a response, half expecting to be told that she wasn't allowed to go.
"Ok honey, be back before nine, it's a school night. Mikey and I won't be home until after nine, but check in when you get home," Jason didn't want to let her go. It went against every instinct he had as a father, but if he was to say no… it wouldn't do anything but make Emma sneak around further. And he didn't really want to have a problem with his daughter and his rookie, it spelled disaster.
"Thanks dad, I shouldn't be gone too long, have fun at the game!" And with that she skipped out the door, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth. Climbing into her little red buick, Emma drove over to the apartment complex that Clay had decided to rent, one that was closer to the base and closer to Emma's house. Quite convenient if she did say so herself. When Clay had texted her asking her to come over, she was wondering if he was asking because he really needed help, or because he wanted to spend some time with her, alone. Either way, she changed out of the running shorts and baggy t shirt she was wearing into soft leggings and a sweater that hugged her chest and brought out the blue in her eyes. Parking next to Clay's truck, she took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The door swept open, and Emma let out a chuckle at the sight of Clay's disheveled appearance.
"Hi," Emma said smiling. Clay's hair was sticking up in the front from running his hands through it. There was a spot of grease on the front of his shirt and down the leg of his sweatpants; he looked stressed. "I like the new place Clay."
Before Emma could go any further than the doorway, Clay wrapped her in his arms. He was beginning to feel overwhelmed at all of the things he still had to do for the apartment, but with Emma there at the very least they could divide and conquer to get things done. Pulling away from Emma, Clay grabbed her hand and shut the door behind her.
"Want the grand tour Em?" Clay joked, you could really see the entirety of the apartment from the front door, but Emma still nodded, smiling lightly. She had helped Clay look into other apartment complexes that he could rent and had found this one for him, she knew what the apartment looked like. "Well over here we have the kitchen, which is mostly unpacked, then there's the living room, which is completely unpacked. Bathroom is over there and then the bedroom is through that door."
"Very nice Clay, you look like you've got most of it done already." Emma was fishing, hoping that Clay would tell her that he really just wanted to spend time with her. But then again Clay could have just said that he wanted to see her, she still would have come over.
"Most of it is done, I just need help actually decorating it, and putting my room together. I'm shit at making things look pretty Em," Clay admitted, while leading her through the door to his room. "This is the last room that I have to unpack before we can decorate a little, I don't have much though so it might be an adventure to try and find some things.
"That's easy enough, why don't you start opening boxes and we'll go from there?" Emma suggested, slightly disappointed that her and Clay were actually going to be unpacking. Looking at the furniture in the room, Emma looked at the large bed that took up most of the wall and the two nightstands on either side of the bed. "Clay? She called out.
"Yeah Em?" Clay had apparently found the boxes of his clothing and was unpacking them in the closet.
"Did you find your sheets yet?" While she couldn't exactly help Clay put away his clothes, she could make his bed and at least start to open some of the other boxes.
"No but all the boxes should be labeled, I think I put it with the comforter." Emma scanned the boxes before finding the one that she was looking. Spreading the soft jersey sheets over the queen mattress, Emma stopped for a moment. Clay had brought asked her to help him decorate the apartment because he wanted her input. He was starting to picture his life with her in it, and the thought made her smile slightly. Once the bed was made, Emma opened another box and found some items that definitely belonged in the nightstand. An alarm clock. A framed picture of her and Clay. And a box of condoms. Not wanting to overthink anything, she placed the box in the drawer of the nightstand on the side that Clay liked to sleep on and moved to another box, cheeks still bright red.
"Emma?" Clay walked out to grab the last of his clothes when he saw the red flush spreading across his face, he didn't quite know what was making her blush though. He didn't think that there was anything in the boxes that would make her uncomfortable.
"Yeah," Emma turned to face him and noticed that he looked calmer. He had flattened out his hair and changed his dirty t shirt for a clean one that clung tightly to the broadness of his shoulders.
"What is it honey, you look flushed,"
"Nothing Clay, it's just warm in here." Emma avoided looking at his face, not wanting to admit that she had found his condoms. She wasn't bothered by it, they were going to be a necessity soon if they continued on the path that they were going down. She just wasn't expecting to see them so blatantly.
"Do you want a different shirt honey, I can probably find a t shirt somewhere around here. But don't think that you're getting off that easy, something's up." Clay walked back into the closet and pulled out a shirt at random, not seeing that he had pulled out another of his Bravo shirts. Tossing the shirt to Emma, he turned around so that she could change out of her thick sweater.
"It's nothing Clay, I just unpacked something that I don't think you meant for me to see just yet."
Clay whirled around just as Emma was pulling the shirt over her head, her arms outstretched and her breasts raised high on her chest, white bralette on display. Swallowing heavily at the sight, Clay asked "What do you mean by that?" There really wasn't anything in these boxes that would embarrass Emma, and truthfully Clay couldn't really remember what he had packed and what he has tossed from his old apartment.
"Clay," Emma dragged out, Clay crossed the room to stand in front of Emma.
"Emma," Clay responded in kind, wanting to get a direct answer from her. Emma opened the nightstand drawer again and handed the box of condoms over to Clay, cheeks and ears bright red. Once Clay understood what he was holding, he too went bright red before chuckling slightly. "Emmie K, Sonny bought me these when I first got drafted to Bravo, a welcome gift to the 'women that would fall over for a Seal'. I've never used them," Clay was trying to get Emma to see that he hadn't bought them with anything in mind.
"I know Clay, I'm not upset. They just took me by surprise love. Do we need to talk about this though?"
"Em I still don't think we're ready for sex just yet, and that's not why I asked you to come over either. I really did just want your help decorating, I want this place to feel like yours too,"
Placing a sweet kiss on Clay's cheek, Emma wrapped her arms around him. "Well, we have the whole afternoon together. Let's finish up in here and then take advantage of it, we don't get time alone like this very often." Emma said resolutely. There were four more boxes that still needed to be unpacked in the entire apartment before they could go out and get some decorations. A grin slowly spread across Clay's face and he kissed Emma, angling her jaw so that he could deepen the kiss before pulling away, leaving Emma breathless.
"You're on Emmie K," Clay took the last two boxes of clothing into the closet, leaving two boxes for Emma to go through. One of the boxes was just a set of fluffy blankets that Emma spread at the bottom of the bed, and the last box was full of books in various languages that she set up on the bottom shelf of the nightstand. Breaking down the boxes, she carried them into the kitchen where she made a nice neat stack of boxes ready to be taken down to the dumpster. Kicking off her slippers by the front door, Emma padded back into the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, Emma decided that she was going to push the envelope a little bit further than they had previously. Rolling down her leggings, Emma placed them and the sweater that she was wearing on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Emma was left in the t shirt that bore Clay's name and her underwear. Sitting down at the head of the bed, Emma waited for Clay to come back into the bedroom, playing on her phone anxiously. Not wanting to wait any longer, Emma walked over to the closet door and leaned against it, coughing slightly.
"Emma," Clay was awestruck. His girl was standing in his bedroom, wearing his shirt, and looking at him like he hung the moon. He dropped the last sweatshirt that was in his hand and moved towards her, as if drawn by a magnet. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Clay pulled her close so that there wasn't an inch of space between them. Tilting her head up to look at Clay, Emma rose on her toes and kissed him gently once before opening her mouth and letting her tongue brush his. They stood there for what felt like hours, just kissing each other. Snapping out of his shock, Clay sucked Emma's bottom lip into his mouth before dragging his hands down onto her thighs. Breaking the kiss, Clay panted before lifting her into his arms and carrying her over to the bed, placing her down gently. Before he could do anything, Emma surged up on her knees and tugged Clay's shirt off.
Clay let her tug off his shirt and kiss his neck, wanting Emma to be in control. It was always a tough balance to control himself when Emma was putting her soft hands all over his body, but he respected her enough to go at her pace, whatever that pace might be. Feeling the soft kisses being placed down his neck, Clay wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing their hips together. At Emma's gasp, Clay leaned into her once more before sitting on the bed next to her.
Both of them sat together silently for a moment, neither knowing where to go from there. Both were breathing heavily, with heaving chests and swollen lips. Kicking off his shoes, Clay moved to the head of the bed, pulling Emma's hand along with him until the were both settled with Emma sitting across Clay's lap.
"Hi," Emma whispered. She wasn't sure why she was whispering, but it felt like the right thing to do.
Brushing his hand down Emma's face, Clay responded "Hi Emmie K," before shifting her long blonde hair off her shoulder and suckling tiny kisses on her neck. Clay let his hands drift up and down Emma's leg with the other hand holding her steady on her lap. Clay dragged his hand down past Emma's knee and chuckled slightly when she jerked and giggled, but his chuckle quickly turned into a moan when Emma moved on his lap.
With wide eyes, Emma looked at Clay. This wasn't anything new for them, they had gone this far before, but never without anyone in the vicinity and never without the intention of stopping. Emma slid off of Clay's lap to lay down next to him as they both slid further down on the bed, still on top of the covers. One minute they weren't touching each other, just breathing, and the next moment Emma was on top of Clay, with one long leg thrown over Clay's pelvis. Emma put her hands on either side of Clay's face, drowning in his kissed, stroking his tongue with hers. Rocking her hips into Clay's Emma felt his strong hands roll down her body to rest on her ass, moving her hips in a steady rhythm over the hardness concealed by his sweatpants.
"Clay," Emma whined, a feeling of desire overtaking her mind. She felt the same rush coming over her that she did that morning in her bed, but it was like she couldn't get to quite the right spot to send her over the edge. She was so close but yet so far.
"Em, gonna go under your shirt, 'kay?" Clay was dizzy at the thought of Emma moving over him, wearing nothing but a shirt and underwear. But when Clay dragged his hands down over her hips to cup her bare ass in his hands, a low groan escaped from deep in his chest. The thought of Emma in a thong made Clay's heart beat faster in his chest while he was watching for Emma's response. Emma nodded frenetically, grinding her hips down even harder on top of Clay, not getting nearly enough friction through the layers of clothing that were separating them.
Clay slipped his hands under his shirt, one hand resting on her waist and the other rising towards the clasp of her bralette. Pinching the clasp, Clay dragged the straps down, throwing it somewhere over Emma's shoulder. While they were separated briefly, Emma reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt, intent on pulling that off as well.
"Emmie, we take that off, I don't know how far we're going here. Give me a line," Clay shook his head, trying to clear the lust from his brain.
"I want more than what we've done Clay," Emma's face was flushed, her hips still rocking against Clay's. "I don't know what I need here." Emma was getting frustrated, climbing higher and higher but never reaching a peak.
"Do you trust me?" Clay asked, gripping Emma's hips and stopping their motion. If he let Emma pull that shirt off, leaving her in just her tiny little thong… there would be no stopping. They weren't ready for that. At her nod, Clay sat up, still holding Emma close to his chest and rolled them over so that Emma was underneath him. They were really going to be pushing the envelope tonight, but Clay couldn't bring himself to stop. Kissing down her chest, Clay sucked and nipped at her breasts, switching back and forth until the shirt was plastered to her chest and the moans falling off her lips grew louder and louder. Clay took a deep breath before slipping his hands underneath the shirt, just resting on her stomach.
"Clay, I need something before I go insane, please just touch me," Emma grabbed his wrist, intent on dragging it towards her chest, but Clay had other plans.
"I will honey, but you have to tell me what you want here, and if you want to stop, just say the word." Sliding down next to Emma, Clay pulled her so that her back was pressed to his chest and fingered the hem of Emma's underwear gently. They stayed there for a moment while Clay traced the soft cotton, first down the side of her hip bone before slowly wandering gently over to the growing wet patch. Tightening his arm around her waist, Clay dragged his finger up and down as Emma moved her hips in time to his fingers, while grinding back against Clay with every downstroke.
"It feels, good, Clay," Emma managed to get out. Her head was spinning from the sensations that Clay was dragging out of her body.
"You need more Em?" Clay said, biting Emma's neck gently. He wanted to give her what she wanted while still keeping some of their envelope intact.
Emma didn't respond, she just grabbed his hand and tugged her underwear out of the way so that Clay's hand hit bare skin. A loud moan dragged out of Emma's throat when Clay's fingers grazed against the heated skin and Clay had to take a deep breath. Gliding his finger, Clay gently pushed his finger inside Emma, just enough to have her clench down on something. Feeling the warmth surrounding his finger, Clay desperately pulled Emma closer to him, wanting to feel the curve of her ass firmly pressed against his body. Inhaling, Clay smelt the heady scent of Emma's arousal, and judging by the pants and whines that were rolling off of Emma's lips, she was close.
"Clay, please, more, please," Emma cried out, wanting to take his finger deeper, but also needing something else that she couldn't describe.
"I got you honey, almost there," Clay used his other hand to tug at the hardened nipple through his t shirt. Rolling the nipple between his forefinger and his thumb, Clay mirrored the action with his other hand on Emma's clit. The combined sensation made Emma stiffen and drop her head back. One final thrust from Clay's finger sent her over the edge. A low moan echoed through the room and then the only sound was the heavy breathing of Emma and Clay.
Emma twisted back around in Clay's arms, and kissed him slowly. Feeling boneless and sated, Emma couldn't move if she tried. Shifting closer to Clay, Emma felt his hardness brush up against her belly and a flood of desire rushed through her again Dragging her hand down Clay's chest, still kissing him languorously, she dipped her fingers underneath the waistband of his sweats.
"Em, we can't," Clay grabbed her wrist, intent on stopping her from pushing them too far.
"I want to Clay," Emma looked up at him before a pit began to form in her stomach. "Do you not want me to?" She whispered, slightly afraid that he wasn't attracted to her.
"Of course I want you honey," Clay said, dragging her hand to feel the hardness in his pants. "This wouldn't be here if I didn't want you. But feeling your hands on me Em? I won't be able to hold back, I don't have enough self control honey," Clay confessed, unknowingly grinding his hips into Emma, biting his lip to keep himself from saying yes.
"Then you show me, Clay. Let me see you," Emma snuggled in next to Clay, dropping warm kisses down the column of his throat before kissing his lips. Brushing her tongue along the seam of hips lips, Emma felt when Clay started to relax into her kiss. "You can babe, show me how to do this for you,"
Clay felt like he was on fire, with Emma in his arms kissing him like she wanted to devour him combined with the memory of her breathy little pants as he got her off… Clay was ready for a release. Tugging down his sweats, Clay palmed himself through his boxers. Closing his eyes, he didn't see that Emma had snaked her hand down until he felt her small palm under his. Shooting his eyes open, Clay let out a loud moan before thrusting his hips.
"Emma," Clay warned, fighting to keep most of his self control intact.
"It's ok Clay, let me help you." Emma murmured, moving her hand gently. When her hand was removed, Emma didn't fight it, not this time. Entranced by the firm motion of Clay cupping himself through his boxers, Emma slid herself under his other arm to rest on his chest, still placing sucking kisses on his neck. Rasping her teeth over the sensitive point on his jaw, Emma was rewarded by a strangled moan.
"Last chance, Em," Clay was desperate for a release of his own. He could feel it stirring low in his abdomen. Emma nodded, and felt Clay's arm tighten around her waist before he lifted his butt and dragged his boxers down off of his hips.
Clay was lost in his own world, his girl was next to him and he could still picture her flushed face and heaving chest as he brought her to an orgasm. Running his hand down to stroke his balls, Clay knew that Emma wasn't going to stay still for long and when her hand came down to stroke him again, he let her. Feeling her hand wrap tightly around his cock and tug upwards.
"Emmie," Clay groaned.
"Do you like that?" Emma asked, before dragging one finger to where small drops of precum were beading at the tip.
"Faster, Em," Clay moved to wrap his hand around hers and grasped harder than Emma would have dared to, and stroked faster, chasing release. Sooner than he wanted to, Clay was gasping, the only coherent word that would come out of his mouth was Emma's name.
"You're almost there babe," Emma sensed that Clay was right on the edge of his orgasm, could see it in the flush of his cheeks and the pace of their hands moving on his cock. Emma knew that their hands wasn't going to be enough to get him over the edge. Moving to straddle Clay, Emma grinded down onto him, hard. And Clay lost the tenuous hold on his self control. Gripping her hips, Clay thrust against Emma's still drenched underwear, picturing a time when there would be no barriers between them, and came harder than he had ever come before in his life.
Coming back down to Earth, Clay gently shifted Emma off of his lap, pulling up his boxers. Moving the covers down, Clay wrapped his arms around Emma.
"Stay," Clay said softly. "There's still a little bit of time before you have to go back."
Sleepily Emma nodded, before setting a timer on her phone for an hour. Hopefully they would be able to go get some decorations after their nap, Clay's, well really their, apartment was looking a little bare.