I don’t know which, but the hesitation feels somehow special. Like he’s not used to kissing a woman.
After what feels like forever, he leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth. I close my eyes and he kisses the other side too. I feel him watching me as I absorb his touch, and his hands gently rest on my shoulders. He kisses my lips this time, and he uses his thumbs to tilt my head back more. He keeps placing soft kisses on me, taking his time moving down to my neck and back up. He’s savoring me. It’s not the kiss I expected, but it’s so much more. It’s tender and kind, but there’s something simmering there too. Underneath his gentle touch, there is a possession that is unmistakable. He’s not only memorizing me, but he’s marking me too.
I’m unable to understand the millions of emotions that run through me, and it comes out of me in the form of a whimper. Then I feel his lips on mine, and this time his tongue is tasting me.
“Part those lips for me, beautiful.”
I do, and when his tongue touches mine, I moan. I have no idea what I’m doing, but it feels so right and I hope it never stops.
“Fuck.” Clay leans back for a moment, his breathing heavy.
He holds me against him, and my eyes open. His dark green eyes look black right now, and I can see my primal need reflected in his.
“Clay.” The intensity of them does nothing to cool the desire building inside of me. In fact, it only spurs it on.
“I’ll take care of you, Dotty.” He kisses me quickly before looking into my eyes once more. “I’ll always take care of you.”
With one motion, he hauls me onto his lap, and I straddle his hips. It’s like a rush of heat and need all over my body as he takes control. His mouth is on mine as one hand goes to my lower back and the other goes to my ass. I hold his face as he grinds against me, and pleasure like I’ve never felt spikes in my core. He rocks me back and forth, and I moan into his mouth.
I feel his hot length between us, and it's a demanding presence that has to be as desperate as I am. It’s bulging against his jeans, and I shamelessly use it to my advantage as I get closer and closer to my climax.
My fingers grip his shirt so tightly I hear the material protest. But as he rocks me against his cock, a loud groan comes from Clay, and he breaks the kiss as his head falls back. The sight of him so far gone sends me over the edge, and my orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball.
Through the fog of pleasure, he keeps working my hips for a few more seconds, and it drags the climax out of me. I can’t take it anymore, so I collapse into his big body and bury my face in his neck. After a moment he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. Tears sting my eyes from the emotions bombarding me.
I don’t know how long we sit there, but at some point I must have dozed off. When I come to, I see the sun is setting, and I’m still in Clay’s lap straddling him as he drives. One of his arms is around me, and I turn my head to breathe him in. I brush my mouth against his neck, and I feel his cock jerk against me. It’s hard again, or maybe it never went down at all.
“Behave, we’re almost back at the big house. One accident is all I can handle.”
“Fine,” I tease and steal one more kiss on his neck.
The accident feels so long ago. Time is different here with Clay. I haven't been here for long, but it also feels impossible to have only known him a short time. What is it about this land that feels so familiar and right?
The Gator stops a few moments later and I shift to get off his lap. He takes my hand and keeps a hold of it as we walk into the house and up the stairs.
“I think today might have been the best day of my life,” I tell him.
I want him to know what this means to me. If that accident taught me anything, it's that life can change in a split second. Clay saved me