Page 38 of My Secret Santa Clayton

“Hell no.” His tongue licked against me on the “el” of those words, driving me wild. “First time, second time…I’m gonna worship you, gorgeous. Now keep your hands above your head…”

He moved lower, my shirt open, my bra half-off—but he was interested in something else now. Clay hooked his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and began to drag them down…and even though I wanted to fight him, to be a total brat, I kept my hands over my head.

I just watched as he undressed me, as he pulled my leggings off and tossed them aside, then looked at my underwear.

Grey lace.

“You wear these for me?” he asked with a smirk.

I blushed bright red. Because yeah…maybe I had. When I got dressed this morning, I knew I would see him later, and I’d never gotten out of the habit of wearing cute underwear for him.

“No,” I shot back.

He laughed low in his throat, a gravelly rumble that shot straight to my core. “Okay.”

Then he was ducking his head low, looking into my eyes again—and he licked my pussy through the lace.

I let out a breathy moan at even that slight touch, and I cried out when he latched onto my clit. The sensation of the lace between my skin and his tongue was heaven and hell, and the pleasure was quickly spiraling me out of control.

“You’re trying to kill me,” I panted, my gaze locked on his. He looked up at me, and I saw the mischief in his eyes as he held my gaze.

“I’m just getting started.”

With that, he pulled my underwear aside and began to lick me in earnest, his tongue dancing over my slit, teasing my clit until I was begging him to stop.

But I didn’t want him to stop. Not ever.

His fingers found their way between my legs, teasing me, driving me wild with desire. He slowly slid first one, then two fingers inside me, his thumb gently rubbing my clit as he continued to lick and suck on me. The sensation was too much, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“Clay…I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, Grace,” he commanded.

And I did.

It was the best orgasm I’d had in years—maybe the best since the last time I’d been with him, before everything went to hell. He fucked me with his fingers, watching me unravel, his breath going harsh and uneven.

“Fuck yes,” he gasped. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

He continued to lick and suck at me, tasting me, memorizing every sensation, as I panted and shook beneath him. My body felt like it was on fire.

When he finally released me, he pulled back and looked up at me—his face flushed with passion. “How do you say that again? Je…Jesus…”

I grinned at him, unable to contain myself. “Fuck you.”

He laughed then, a deep, velvety sound that made my heart race. “I’m not done with you yet, gorgeous.”

He reached down, taking my hand in his. With his other hand, he maneuvered my underwear down over my hips and off my feet. I lifted my hips, shimmying out of them so he could toss them aside with my leggings.

I was mostly naked now—my bra hanging loose, my shirt tumbling off my shoulders, my body buzzing with need. He was still dressed.

“Tell me how this is fair,” I said, glancing down at his shirt. I’d been wanting to see that body for a long, long time…and it was so close. “Can I touch you now?”

He moved closer, until I could feel his breath against my lips. “Please,” he rasped.

I didn’t waste any time; I reached for the hem of his sweater, yanked it off along with the t-shirt he wore underneath. I’d barely even discarded his clothes before my hands were on his chest, finding the subtle scars of tattoos, bigger scars from the military, soft chest hair that trailed down his hard abs to his…

His belt. I was already working on it, unlooping it, yanking it away.

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