Author note:
Part two of New Year's. Double post since I won't be home tomorrow to post it. Definitely NSFW ;) I hope my message here gets through.
CH 32-No Regrets
Emma had just enough to drink to lower her inhibitions. Normally Clay wouldn't have taken liberties in the back seat of a car, but she had been provoking him all night. He just wanted to touch her. He slid his palms up her thighs under her dress. She had her hands under his shirt, smoothing across his abs. Their mouths fused and he swallowed her moans.
The driver dropped them off in front of Clay's building and they all but ran to the apartment. Clay opened the door and spun Emma around, pinning her against the other side.
"Baby, I want you so bad." He picked her up and sat her on the table. Their kiss was frantic, all lips and tongues and teeth. He slid the straps of her dress down over her arms and pushed it down around her waist. She laid back and he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers and she writhed.
"I can't ever get enough of you Em."
She rucked up her dress and began touch herself. "Then have me."
He watched her fingers moving madly down the front of her panties.
"Fuck, Emmie." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. "Mmmm…so delicious baby."
"Oh God," she cried out as he licked her fingers clean. "Clay, I need…"
He dropped to his knees and spread her legs apart. He pulled her panties to the side. Dipping his tongue inside her, he worked her clit with his thumb. He could feel her spasm almost immediately.
"Claaayy, Ahhh!"
She could see that he was on the verge of losing it. He had always kept a tight rein on himself when they were together. She wanted him out of control and wild.
He was still kneeling in front of her witnessing the incomparable beauty of her orgasm. Her legs were shaking, and her body was flushed pink. The blue of her eyes was almost eclipsed by her dilated pupils. Clay swore he would do anything to hear her moan his name that way forever.
He stood up, unzipped himself, and pushed his pants down past his ass. He leaned down to kiss her and then in a husky voice asked her, "Are you ready honey?"
"Yes, please, yes!" She was almost begging him.
He zeroed in on her eyes and in a tone born of pure lust he told her, "I'm gonna fuck you now, baby."
"Oh God yes!"
He rolled her lacy panties down her legs. Emma's hands had already stolen up to cup her breasts and tease her nipples. Pulling her further to the edge of the table, he sunk into her with a flick of his hips. Clay's head rolled back, and he cried out, "Jesus, Em. Oh God!" He plunged into her over and over.
"Clay, yes!" She crossed her legs behind him, and he leaned over her on the table. Emma sucked and bit at his neck and then licked away the sting. She cried out and pulsed around him. Feeling her body's rhythmic contractions gripping him was too much. He poured himself into her with a moan.
As soon as he regained his senses, he wrapped his arms around her, sat her up, and gathered her to him. Emma could tell he was regretting losing his control. Before he could speak, she kissed him and looked into his eyes.
"Stop worrying about me. I'm not going to break."
"But I shouldn't have…that was."
"It was what I wanted Clay. Thank you for letting go with me."
He carried her to the bedroom and finished undressing them both. Laying down, he reached for her. Emma curled herself around him and tipped her head up for a kiss and settled in to sleep. She found herself almost ready to doze off, but she could tell Clay was not relaxing at all.
"Babe, I can hear you thinking. What's wrong?"
"I'm fine honey. Just go to sleep."
"Clay tell me what's wrong, please. Is it about what happened?" She sat up against the headboard. He pushed himself up next to her and turned on the light.
"Why are you upset? I told you I enjoyed it. Couldn't you tell?"
"It just shouldn't have happened that way."
"What way?"
"With me just letting my body drive my actions. I don't want you to ever feel that I'm using you, or that being with you is just physical for me."
"Shhh. I didn't think that, and I never would. It could never be just sex between us Clay."
He searched her face. "It's okay to just want me sometimes. Don't you think I feel that way too? Don't you think that sometimes I look at you and just want to rip your clothes off, and have you?"
She could see a small twinkle in his eye and a slight grin break through. "You wanna do that?"
"Well, yea. I love you… and your body drives me crazy. So, there's nothing to worry about. I want all of you Clay. You can lose control with me." He pulled her against him, skin to skin.
"Are we good? No more regrets?" She could feel him nodding.
"Good." She smirked and swiveled her hips and placed kisses up his sternum to his neck and jaw. "Then make love to me again."
He slid them down in the bed and rolled on top of her. "You got it babe."
