Author note:
I actually wan't planning on a follow up to the last chapter, but many of you requested it. So, here it is. I hope you all enjoy.
Very NSFW. ;)
CH 48-Victory Celebration
Clay and Emma arrived at the apartment complex and parked the truck. Emma took the keys out of the ignition and held them out to Clay. He reached out but grabbed for her instead. He pulled her across the seat onto his lap and began to kiss and suck at her neck while his hand found its way under her shirt to fondle her breasts.
"Ahhh, mmm...Clay. Shouldn't we go inside?"
"Yea let's go. There's so much I want to do to you baby." Emma gasped and bit her lip.
As soon as they were inside the apartment, Clay tossed his keys and wallet on the table and stalked across the room and pulled her to him. She could feel him, rock hard against her abdomen. Both hands grasped her ass and he ground himself against her. Emma moaned and clawed at his shirt. He reached behind himself and pulled it over his head. He then lifted her up and fell back onto the couch.
Emma sat straddling his lap, rubbing herself against him and trying to touch him everywhere.
"Damn Emmie!" He covered her lips with his and dived his tongue into her mouth to play with hers. "Emma you are so hot. You look like a fucking dream," he panted out.
"Unh, whose dream?
"Mine baby, always mine."
Clay reached under her shirt and unclasped her bra. She started to pull off her shirt, but he stopped her.
"Can you…can you leave it on Em?"
She smirked and nodded, pulling her bra off her arms and leaving her naked under his jersey.
He flipped her around on his lap so that she was facing away from him. She swiveled her ass against him, and he rocked into her. His hands cupped her breasts and he teased her nipples between his fingers.
"Oh God, Clay!"
His mouth was on her neck, licking and sucking. He knew he was marking her, but he didn't care.
Clay stood them up and she could feel him kicking off his shoes and pulling off his jeans. Emma wanted to turn around and see him, run her hands and mouth over him. But he held her flush against his front with an arm around her middle.
"Clay…babe," she whined.
"I told you I'd be good only until we got home."
Next thing she knew, he was sinking to his knees behind her, peeling off her leggings and her tiny, red thong. He slipped off her shoes and threw all of it over his shoulder. She could feel his lips and tongue on the curve of her ass and then the hollow at the base of her spine. Tracing a path up her back with his tongue, he stood and pressed against her. She could feel all of him against all of her.
Clay pivoted them slightly, so the font of her thighs were now pressed to the arm of the chair. His right hand stole down her front to her core. Massaging and teasing her until she was quivering in his arms. Then pressing his chest to her back, he began to bend forward, slowly.
"Emmie, this okay honey?"
She nodded. "Ummmhmm." She bent herself fully across the arm of the chair for him. He removed his hand from her for just a moment as he aligned himself with her center and slid inside her.
Emma let out a high-pitched cry.
"Baby, am I hurting you?'
"No, no," she shook her head frantically. "Don't stop, ahhhh!"
He pushed her shirt up farther and grasped her hips as he thrust into her. She picked up his rhythm and rocked her hips back into him.
"God, oh God. Em!"
He slipped a hand around between her legs and rubbed her clit as he moved inside her. She had never felt such an onslaught of pleasure. Her legs began to shake, and she dug her fingers into the chair.
He looked down at her perfect body, half-clothed in his football jersey, taking him inside her again and again. He caressed her back and her ass with his free hand.
"Emma…love you so much, baby," he breathed out.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, unh, Claaaaayyy!"
He felt her body clench and pulse around him as she yelled his name. He only lasted a minute more until he dug his fingers into her hips and spilled all he had inside her.
They were both still breathing heavy as he helped her stand and turned her to face him.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?"
"Mmmmhmmm." She nibbled on his lips.
He was overwhelmed that she'd done this for him. She had so willingly brought his dreams to life.
"How are you," she asked.
"Em, I…I'm." He was having a hard time finding the words.
"Was it as good as your fantasy?"
He picked her up and carried her to their bed.
"You are my fantasy Emmie, always."
