Page 69 of Embers in Our Past

I moan, and that causes him to moan. I know the vibration only makes him moan louder, so he is lost in bliss at the moment.

I’m holding onto his hips, his hands in my hair, tears falling down my face. I’m so wet right now, so I take one of my hands off his body and start to move it toward my clit. I’m about to pleasure myself, to get myself off so we can fall off that cliff together, when he pops me off him.

“No fucking way. I come inside my pussy.” He grabs me like I weigh nothing, pulling me into his arms.

I wrap myself around him, my legs locking behind his back, as he turns me around so that my back is against the wall. He moves so fast that I don’t even realize what’s happening until he slides my lace panties to the side, and I feel his erection at my center. In one fell swoop, he’s inside me.

My nails dig into his back, and he begins to move, causing my breasts to start to bouncing until they pop out of the damn cups. He kisses me hard, his hand moving between us, pulling at my bra until he unclasps it in the back and tosses it to the ground. The animalistic way in which we go at it only spurs me on, and my orgasm rushes into me.

He pulls away slightly, leaving room for my growing belly but also giving space to see him moving in and out, and it’s fucking hot. This is how we used to be, like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Fuck, Abby, you’re everything, baby,” he says, looking up at me, then back down to where we are joined.

He’s greedy tonight and wants another orgasm from me, so he moves his hand between us. He angles us, his cock hitting that spot deep inside me where I know I’ll see stars. I grab onto his shoulders, needing the extra support. He moves his hand down to my clit and begins to stroke my nub while I move a hand up to tease my nipple. The combination is sensation overload.

“That’s right, keep touching yourself like that. Take control; you’re so fucking sexy,” he chants, and it’s a turn-on to hear him talk to me like that.

“Yes, Clay, right there, you fuck me so good,” I say as I arch my back, hitting my head on the wall behind me, and we both keep moaning. The pleasure is at every corner, almost all-encompassing. I swear I can feel my orgasm creeping up, and when I fall off the edge, I see the colors of the rainbow paint my vision.

I scream so loud and arch off the wall. Clay grabs me and licks me up my sternum, then bites my nipple. It only intensifies the entire experience, and then I feel his climax coat my insides. Ropes of his cum feel like they go on forever, and I swear we stand there, panting for what feels like hours.

Once we come down from our highs, my legs feel like jelly when my feet hit the ground.

“I swear, it has never been that good, Abby,” he says, his head against my shoulder, his breaths tickling my skin.

I pull his head up so his hazel eyes, those green flecks slightly visible with the hallway light coming through the doorway, are looking right at me.

“I think we are just finding our way back to each other.” I kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, and I swear if I wasn’t spent, I could probably get him hard again.

He squeezes my ass, moving my underwear back into place.

“Sorry if I ruined your bra.” He winks.

“No, you aren’t.” I laugh.

“You’re right, I’m not.” He bites the side of my boob. “Also, these are getting bigger, and I’m not mad about it.” He runs his tongue along my breasts, turning me on again. I swear these hormones are insatiable.

“I think they get bigger after I deliver too,” I tell him.

“Mmm.” He uses his palms to squeeze them together and runs his tongue between them.

“I know you’re thinking of doing dirty things to them, aren’t you?” I ask because he’s got a dirty mind in the bedroom.

“Maybe.” He smirks.

“I know you.” I laugh.

“Want me to give you a sneak peek in the shower? I have a few ideas already,” he says as he starts walking naked toward the bathroom. It’s hard to resist that toned body. Years of firefighting, that heavy equipment and training, definitely makes for a nice body. It’s something I haven’t complained about when it comes to the view I’ve had at home. Now I get it all to myself again.

I start removing my underwear.

“Yeah, what do you have in mind?” I say, then Clay surprises me when he sprints back to grab me. He gently picks me up and takes me into the shower, where I start laughing when he turns on the water, puts me under the shower head, and gets me dirty all over again.

CHAPTER 24

Clay

My knee bouncesas we sit in Abby’s therapist’s office. Dr. Beskow looks at me. Her purple glasses come off as artsy, and for some reason, she seems like someone Abby would have as an art professor and not a therapist.

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