Author note:

Follow up to "Dream Come True." I hope you enjoy. Let me know...

CH 22-Prove My Love

Clay and Emma arrived at his apartment. He turned off the engine and they unbuckled. He pulled her to him and kissed her thoroughly. He then spoke quietly in the dark.

"Let's go upstairs honey."

They walked up hand in hand. Clay stood back to have Emma proceed him into the apartment. She laid her purse down and went to put her flowers in some water and then turned back to Clay. He was standing there just watching her.

"What," she asked. He closed the distance between them and slipped his arms around her. One hand rested on her lower back and the other cradled her head. Clay looked directly in her eyes.

"Emma, I have no words to tell you what you mean to me. I know I don't deserve you."

"Don't say that…" Her tears started to fall.

"Shhh. You are my dream too. Let me show you Emmie. Let me prove it to you." She nodded, unable to speak.

He slanted his lips over hers and kissed her gently. She felt his tongue slip along the seam of her lips, and she granted him entrance. He caressed her tongue slowly. He then pulled back and kissed her forehead. Shifting his hold on her, he swept her up against his chest and carried her into the bedroom.

Clay set her down ands she started to undress, but he stilled her hands.

"Let me…please."

He kissed her again, tasting her mouth. He lifted her arms to pull the sweater over her head. Then he unzipped her skirt and tugged it to pool on the floor. She kicked off her shoes. There she stood, like an angel in white lace. He sank to his knees before her. He was literally worshipping her body.

Clay placed his lips on her stomach and dipped his tongue into her navel. Emma wove her hands through his curls. His mouth moved lower to the junction of her thighs. He nuzzled her core. He could smell her arousal and feel her wetness. He kissed her over the lace, and she began to tremble. He trailed kisses down her thighs.

"Mmmm, Clay."

Sliding his hands up to cup her ass, he returned to her center and slipped his tongue out to trace the lace of her panties. She was about to collapse. His embrace was the only thing keeping her upright.

Clay stood up and finished undressing her. Emma removed his clothes as well. Her hands ghosted over each of his muscles and swept across his shoulders. She drew him to her and licked at his lips. He laid her down on the bed and his hands caressed every inch of her. Emma could feel his love for her in each touch, in each kiss.

"Clay…"

He kneeled again at her feet. Kissing the arch of each delicate foot and both ankles, his tongue traced up to the inside of her thighs. Slipping her legs over his shoulders, he looked up at her and asked, "Emmie, baby?" She couldn't speak, so she nodded her assent.

She felt the heat of his breath on her and the softness of his lips pressed against her. He slipped his tongue between her folds, moaning in ecstasy at finally tasting her. He glanced up at Emma and she lay they eyes closed, hands gripping the sheets. He removed his mouth for just a moment.

"Open your eyes, baby."

She looked down at him, between her legs, making love to her with his mouth. She was overwhelmed by the sensations he was giving her and by the raw emotion she could feel in his touch. She couldn't hold back her tears.

Clay continued to love her. He licked at her, teasing her clit. She was chanting his name and rocking her hips against him. He slid two fingers inside her heat and stroked her while his lips closed around her swollen bundle of nerves. She couldn't take any more and exploded against his tongue.

"God! Oh my God! Claaaaay!"

He kissed her gently on the inside of each thigh, helping her to calm and regain her senses. He slid up next to her and pulled her to him. Once she could breathe, she spoke quietly.

"Clay, I …I never…"

"Shhh." He dipped his head to kiss her and she could taste herself on him. "I love you Emma. And by the way…you are so damn delicious baby."

Emma kissed his chest, his neck, his jaw, anywhere she could reach. She could feel his desire for her still heavy against her thigh and stomach. She straddled him and reached down and guided him inside her. Rocking over him, she leaned down and stroked her tongue into his mouth.

Soon he was gripping her hips and thrusting into her from below. Emma rose up and he suckled at her breasts. His pace sped up and she knew he was reaching his peak. Clay buried his head in her shoulder and cried out. Feeling him spill inside her triggered her own release.

They lay there, still connected, each trying to catch their breath. Emma shifted so she laid against his side, head on his chest. She could feel him pressing kisses into her hair. She was still so overwhelmed by his love and care for her that a few hot tears slipped from her eyes onto his chest.

"Emmie," he asked concerned, tipping her face up to his.

"It's just…" she looked into his eyes. "I love you so much." The works seemed inadequate in the face of what he had just shown her.

She could see his eyes glistening as well. "I love you Emma, always." He kissed her once more and hugged her to him. They slipped under the covers and slept, spent and sated until morning.