“Do it,” he said, grabbing one hand and moving it back to his hair. “Show me where.”

My fingers curled in the soft strands, and he enveloped me with his mouth again, licking from my seam up to my bud in a hot heat. I held him there at my clit, and he grinned against my bucking hips before swirling his tongue over the lace.

I moaned, pushing my hips up and toward him, seeking more.

“There?” he asked, flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue.

I nodded, wetting my lips before I dragged my teeth over the bottom one.

“Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?” Clay sat back on his elbows just long enough to tug at my panties, and I lifted my hips, helping him slide them down until he drew them off one leg and then the other.

He paused at my ankle, trailing up my knee-high stocking until he slipped a finger beneath the top of it.

“These drive me insane, you know,” he husked, taking his time crawling his hands back up to where I really wanted them. “Every time you wear them, I think of how many ways I could peel them off you.”

I knew he was faking. I knew he was just giving me the dirty talk he could clearly see I reacted to. But still, I lit up under those words as if they were the purest truth, as if I really could be sexy enough to drive a man like Clay Johnson to insanity.

He settled back in between my thighs, groaning when he had me open and right in his face. “Damn,” he breathed. “Such a pretty pussy.”

He ran his finger along the outer edges, tracing my lips and the sensitive area between my vagina and ass. I shivered at the touch, and then his hands gripped my thighs and pulled me into him.

His eyes found mine, and he lowered.

The first hot sensation of his mouth enveloping me without a barrier between us sucked me under like a rip current. I was helpless to even try to hold my composure as he did some sort of combination of sucking and licking that literally made my knees quake around him.

I let out something between a curse and a moan, something like a breathy prayer, and Clay smiled against my sensitive skin, pressing a lighter kiss to my bud.

“Tell me what you like,” he reminded me, and then his fingers gripped into my thighs as he lowered his mouth again.

It lit my entire body on fire, watching as he swayed his head gently, feeling his tongue slicking every centimeter of me. He ran it hot and flat along my seam before tightening it into a hard tip to flick it against my bud. He drew circles and lines, sucked and licked, moaned with a humming vibration that felt like having a vibrator in the best possible spot.