Author note:
I am so overwhelmed by the response to my story. I am happy that this is resonating with you. Be prepared for a lot of fluff at the end!
(Just a note that I will have to take a few days off because of the holiday next week.)
CH 8-Don't Burst my Bubble
Emma & Clay spent the rest of the day Saturday at the apartment. And they spent most of that in bed. They made love after Sonny left and dozed off again. Emma woke up first and got up quietly to go to the bathroom. When she was done, she took stock of her body. She wasn't sore exactly, just aware of her muscles in a way she hadn't been before. Looking in the mirror, she studied her reflection. There was some redness on her face, neck and breasts from Clay's beard, and perhaps a faint bruise on her collarbone form a particularly deep kiss he had placed there. She didn't regret a second of last night or this morning. She loved Clay and he loved her. This was just an added way for them to express that to each other.
She walked back into the bedroom and saw that Clay was now awake. "Can't believe it's afternoon and I'm still tired. Someone must be keeping me from getting any rest." He winked at her.
"You seemed to enjoy it at the time." Clay's eyes nearly rolled back in his head just remembering the feel of her mouth on him. He tugged on her hand and pulled her back into bed. She situated herself in her new favorite spot, tucked protectively on his right side with her head on his chest. After a few kisses, they laid their quietly. Neither one wanted to burst the bubble of happiness that surrounded them.
"So, what's next Clay?"
"Huh? Not sure I know what you mean."
"Like I said before, Monday's back to reality. Well, tomorrow really. I told my dad I'd be home tomorrow to spend time with him and Mikey."
"Yea, of course. I know you missed your dad too honey."
"Do you want to stay instead of just dropping me off?"
"Don't you think Jace is gonna want that time with you?"
"You're probably right." He could see tears forming in her eyes. "Hey, hey,hey…don't cry sweetheart." His arms tightened around her. "It's not like we aren't going to see each other."
"I know," she shifted. "It's just going to be so hard to go back to 'normal' after this weekend."
"I already told you that we'll do whatever it takes to make this work. I want you in my life Emma. I want a future with you." He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss.
They kept talking, taking full advantage of this un-interrupted time together, learning even more about each other. They spoke of silly things like Clay's hatred of cauliflower, because 'it looks like brains', and Emma's fear of snakes, even rubber ones. They also talked of more important topics including Emma's plans for college and Clay's hopes for his future with DEVGRU, and how both of them would juggle their relationship and each of theirs to Jason.
Not all the time was spent in conversation. Though nothing progressed to the level of their earlier activities, there were kisses and touches as they explored each other. They discovered things only lovers would know. Emma thrilled at the revelation that Clay's nipples were highly sensitive and how vocal he was when she teased them with her tongue. And he took extreme satisfaction in his new-found knowledge that kissing the base of Emma's spine, right above her ass, made her writhe in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
They were so absorbed in each other they never even thought to get anything to eat. Emma happened to notice that it was dusk outside. "Wow! I didn't realize it was so late already. We haven't eaten all day. We need to get up."
"Do we have to?"
"Yes. I happen to know that you get migraines if you don't eat properly. Do you want leftovers, or do you want to go out?"
"Leftovers for sure. Because the only place I'm taking you… is back to bed." He almost couldn't bear the thought of letting her leave tomorrow without making love with her again. She threw his t-shirt back on and he pulled on his sweats.
True to his word, after they had eaten, Clay led her back to the bedroom. He wrapped her in his arms and held her. They undressed each other slowly, kissing and caressing. Clay trailed his fingers lightly from her hand to her shoulder. He then traced across her collarbone and between her breasts.
"Mmm, Clay." She bit her lip and closed her eyes, standing still letting him touch her. He slid his hands around to her back and drew her to him. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, and finally her lips. They were in no hurry.
As her pulled her closer. Emma glided her hands over his shoulders, back and down to his toned ass feeling him, mapping each muscle. They stood touching head to toe, hearts beating in synch, breathing the same breath. They kissed softly, lips and tongues dancing. Then, laid down next to each other on the bed. Emma kissed his cheek, his neck, his jaw.
"Ahh babe, mmm." His hands wondered down to her waist, pulling her on top of him. Clay's hands rested on her ass and he moved her against him.
"Ahh ahh, Clay." He moved her up for just a moment while he managed to slide on a condom. He repositioned himself and helped her lower herself onto him. She used her thighs to raise and lower herself on him. He watched her astride him, her back bowed with pleasure, and the visual was almost his undoing.
"Emma, you are so beautiful. God, I love you Em." She leaned forward and he took her breast in his mouth and teased her with his teeth and tongue. He heard her panting and felt her contract around him. "Clay, Clay, unnnh."
He thrust upward into her while grinding her hips down on him. Just as he was about to break, her felt her come over the edge for a second time. He couldn't hold back. She laid on top of him catching her breath and his arms went around her to hold her close.
Emma moved over so he could go take care of things in the bathroom. He returned and she curled herself around him and they stayed entwined until morning.
