I tumbled, spiraling as my orgasm soared through me. It burned like ice down my spine all the way to my toes, which curled as my legs shook so violently, Clay clamped his grip to hold me still. He never relented, driving his tongue in time with his fingers until the very last of my orgasm spilled through me.

And I collapsed.

Every inch of me fell limp, my breaths erratic, heart a fucking jackhammer in my chest as Clay smiled against my pussy. He softly kissed my bud, but it was so sensitive that I shook with the touch. He continued those sweet kisses on every inch of my body as he carefully made his way up to sit next to me.

Once he was there, he pulled me into him.

I felt like the smallest thing in the world cradled in his arms, my pussy still pulsing between my thighs as I curled into him.

“Lesson complete,” he whispered, kissing my hair.

“You are so fucking good at that.”

He barked out a laugh. “So are you.”

“Really?” I peeled back to look at him. “Did I do okay?”

His smile slipped, his eyes skating over my face before he spotted a rogue curl and tucked it behind my ear. “You were amazing.”

“Do I need to go deeper? Should I get some lessons on deep throating or something?”

“Jesus, Kitten, are you trying to get me hard again?”

I laughed. “I’m surprised I could even fit you in my mouth.”

“Okay seriously, stop talking.”

He grabbed himself under his sweats and adjusted, and I flushed, leaning into his chest.

“Thank you for showing me all this.”

My chest ached with something I couldn’t quite name, like remembering that that’s all he was doing hurt for some reason. I was thankful he was showing me. It was what I asked him for.

But he was so good at pretending that sometimes it felt…

I couldn’t even finish the thought. I just clamped my mouth shut, closing my eyes and willing the anxiety to fly away.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he said, swallowing. “And for letting me escape in you.”

I peered up at him. “I’m always here,” I promised.

And I didn’t mean just while we were fake-dating, or when we were putting on a show for Shawn or Maliyah or whoever else was watching. I meant now, and after… whatever it might look like after.

After this was all over, after he had Maliyah back and I had…

Again, the thought raced from me before I could finish it, and I let out a strange noise as I peeled away from him and sat up, collecting my panties from where they rested by his feet.

“We need food,” I declared, standing and pulling on my thong without looking back at him. “And probably a shower.”