Author note:
I couldn't leave our favorite couple hanging on Valentine's Day. ;)
I hope you all enjoy!
CH 53-Silk and Lace
At the end of the evening, Emma let her teacher know she wouldn't be riding back home with them but would be going with Clay.
They got back to the apartment and Clay carried her things up for her. She went to hang up her coat and when she turned around, Clay was standing there with a small gift bag.
"It's not much Em. But I wanted to say, 'I love you.'"
Emma pulled out a gift card to a local spa.
"You got me a Spa Day?"
"Yea. You deserve some pampering and they said this would cover a massage, your nails and that face thing you like."
She laughed. "You mean a facial?"
"Uh, yea."
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "Thank you so much honey. I can't wait to use it."
Emma then went and retrieved a heart-shaped tin from her bag. "Your gift has two parts. Here's the first."
Clay took the package from her and opened the lid. "Brownies! Yes! I love your brownies. And the best part is that I don't have to share with anyone this time."
"I'm happy you like it."
"What's the second part?"
"Well," she pushed him back on to the couch. "You have to unwrap it first."
Clay looked at her quizzically until she indicated the bow at the side of her dress. She was wearing a red dress that wrapped around her and tied at the waist. Clay untied the bow and the dress fell open. He could catch glimpse of red silk and lace but wanted more. He slid his hands up and pushed the dress out of the way entirely. Emma was left standing in front of him in a teddie and nothing else. The red silk hugged her body and her firm breasts were encased in lace. Emma reached up and removed the elastic from her hair and shook it out. Clay was struck dumb. She was infinitely sexier than anything he'd ever seen.
He hadn't made any comment yet, but his wide eyes and the growing ridge in his pants told her all she needed to know.
"Emma…you are so gorgeous." He ran his hands up her thighs to her waist and pulled her down to him. He claimed her lips, kissing her until they both were breathless. Then, lowering his head, he tongued her nipples through the lace. She arched her back and wove both her hands through his hair, holding him to her.
"Mmmm, Clay…"
She slipped her arms out of the straps and the lace cups folded down and exposed her breasts to him. Her rosy nipples were pebbled with arousal. She slid her hands up to cup herself.
"It never feels the same when I touch them."
She pinched her nipples and rolled them between her fingers.
"Aw, shit, Emmie!"
"I love your hands and how they feel on my skin."
He moaned and grabbed her hips to grind her down on him.
"Ahh…ahhh, but mostly I love how your hands feel when you touch me here." She slid her fingers between her legs and under the silk of her teddie. "Or, when you slide your fingers inside me. They're so thick and so strong."
She continued to rub at her clit. He was mesmerized, frozen in place watching her get herself off. Her breathy voice cut through his lust-fogged brain.
"Touch me Clay, please."
She removed her hands and he reached down to touch her. The silk was molded to her body. She was soaking.
"Oh my God baby."
"It's what you do to me Clay. You always have."
His eyes swung to her face. She was biting her lip and giving him a bashful glance through lowered lashes. She was such a paradox, equal parts angel and vixen. He could spend the rest of his life trying to figure out which side he loved more.
She unzipped him and reached into his pants to free him from his underwear. He grabbed her hands and stopped her.
"Emmie, if you touch me now, I'm gonna explode. I wanna be inside you when that happens. I want to make love to you baby."
Clay stood up and led her into the bedroom. Emma took off her lingerie and stood naked in front of him. Clay hurriedly undressed and pulled Emma to him and angled his lips over hers. His tongue teased her lips and she opened to him. Just as his tongue entered her mouth, he reached between her legs and pressed his fingers inside her.
"Ohh, Oh my God!"
"Like this honey?"
He pumped his fingers in and out of her.
"Yes! Clay, yes!"
She grabbed a hold of his shoulders to keep herself upright.
"Ahh…" her cry ended in a high-pitched scream as he used his trigger finger to find the most sensitive spot within her core and massaged it until she broke.
Emma went limp in his arms and he laid her on the bed. He kissed her gently and stroked up and down her body softly until she had calmed.
It always made him feel like fucking Superman when he made her fall apart like that. She began to return his caresses and wrapped her hand around him and stroked his entire length.
"Emmie…baby." He rolled over and nestled between her thighs. Just before he slid inside her, he placed his lips by her ear and whispered, "I love you Emma."
He moaned loudly as he felt her around him. She was still hot and wet from her orgasm. They moved as one. Each focusing on the other's pleasure. When he couldn't hold on any longer, Clay cried out and she felt his release pulse into her, sparking her second orgasm.
He held still and let her ride the wave of her pleasure. Then he moved to his back and cuddled her against him. She laid there, in her spot, with her head on this chest. He placed a finger under her chin and tipped her head up to face him and kissed her passionately. He tightened his arms around her. He was going to hold her all night. He was going to hold her for the rest of his life.
