Page 61 of Embers in Our Past

“Why are you naked, and I’m still half dressed?” She pants, frustration lacing her tone.

“Because I want to hear you beg a little more. You made me wait this long, adamant you didn’t want me.” I trail kisses and nibble down her chest as I descend until I reach right above the elastic waist of her shorts.

“Clay, please,” she starts.

“Please what, baby?” I say, looking up at her. Her gaze is drunk with desire.

“Please make me feel good, Clay,” she pleads, and I don’t wait for her to say it again.

I peel off her shorts, then her underwear, until she’s exposed to me. My dick is hard and waiting for some attention, but right now, this is about making her feel good, so I focus my attention on what’s in front of me. Fuck, my girl is wet and ready.

I lick my lips and get down on my knees. I bring her legs over my shoulders and bite the inside of her thighs. She’s watching me, and the moment I connect my teeth to her flesh, she whimpers.

I pebble kisses up the inner portion of her legs until I reach the area where they meet, and in one fell swoop, I lick her folds. Her head falls back, mouth opening, and her moan reverberates off the walls.

“Yes, fuck,” as she sighs.

She’s good for my ego. I lap her up, each moan spurring me on to chase her high. She reaches one of her hands forward to grab my hair and pulls, the pain only making me harder. Soon enough, she’s yelling that she’s coming, and I swear I see stars of my own. She’s riding my face, her feet resting on my shoulders as she rubs her clit on me as I lap up her juices.

She giggles as her hips start to slow.

“Mmm, that felt good,” she says, a soft smile spreading across her face.

I move to stand in front of her again, my lips quickly finding hers. I can’t get enough of her, and the way she pulls my body closer, I know she wants me even after just falling apart a few seconds ago.

I pull away, trying to show some restraint. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you on this table.” I nibble her bottom lip.

“So?” Her eyes are full of desire as she looks at me like she can’t go another second without me inside her.

“Is that what you want, Abby?” I move my hips forward, my tip gliding closer to her center. How I haven’t plunged right into her, I have no idea. I guess I have more restraint than I thought.

“I want to feel good.”

“I already made you feel good,” I say, not moving away but also not giving in completely to relieve that ache between her legs. My dick is inching closer, the tip grazing the folds without plunging in.

She bites down on her bottom lip, looking at my cock, then moves her hand to grip my dick and squeezes, pulling a moan out of me. She looks up at me and smiles, knowing damn well what she’s doing—toying with me, pushing me closer to the edge.

We used to do this to one another years ago when things weren’t so heavy in our relationship. When life didn’t remind us how hard it could be. There’s a lightness between us right now, and I like this side of her that’s come out.

She’s guiding my cock to her center, and we both watch in fascination as I disappear inside her, and the moment I’m fully seated, we both moan. I rest my forehead on her shoulder and breathe her in. I don’t move for what feels like hours, but I know it’s only a few long seconds.

She’s holding me in place, her hands on my ass, and I know the moment I start moving, I won’t be able to stop.

“You fill me up so good, Clay. You’re the only one who fills me up like this.” The thought of anyone else ever filling her up makes me see red.

I pull her head back until her eyes are on me. She knows she struck a nerve because her smile is saccharine.

“This pussy is mine, and you fucking know it,” I say as I pull out almost all the way, then slam back in.

I do this at a punishing pace, pulling moans from her that are nearly pornographic. I’m holding her by the hips, watching her tits bounce, and it’s bringing me closer to the edge. But I won’t fall off until she climaxes again.

She grabs onto her breasts and pinches. I know she’s sensitive because the minute she grips her nipples, she moans. It’s the hottest thing, watching her take charge of her body this way. Then she lets go, one arm bracing onto the table and the other moving down to flick her clit.

The minute she presses that sensitive nub, I feel her walls constrict, and her chest pushes out, her head falling back while she calls out my name. She comes so loud, I swear it lasts minutes instead of seconds.

It’s euphoric watching her climax. That’s when I let my movements take over. I start to pump erratically, and soon, I feel that warmth move down my spine, and I come inside her.

“Fuck, Abby, baby,” I scream, with sweat all over my body once again as I let the pleasure wash over me.

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