He bit out a curse, eyes rolling back before he let his head drop, too. His hand cradled my head, fingertips curling in my hair as he helped me suck him. I knew just what to do after our lesson, how to roll my tongue along his shaft and hold him deep in my throat before releasing him with a little gag. And Clay took every stroke I gave him with pure adoration and appreciation, his eyes crawling over me or casting up toward the ceiling when it became too much.

It wasn’t long enough that I was down there for him before he was hiking me back up, helping me out of the clothes still restraining my ankles before he laid me back into the bed. He grabbed his sweatpants then, reaching into the pocket for something that he sat on the bedside table before he was crawling on top of me.

“That made you so wet last time,” he mused, trailing hot, peppery kisses down my ribs and across my hips. “Let’s see if it had the same effect tonight.”

He settled between my thighs, taking each one on his shoulders before he dipped his nose between them. He teased my clit with that brush before his tongue dragged soft and slow over my folds, and I trembled at how badly I wanted him to separate them, to dip inside and give me the connection I needed.

“Fucking soaked,” he confirmed, and he sucked my clit with tender care before one hand slid under his mouth and tested the wetness at my entrance. “Absolutely drenched for me, Kitten.”

I loved how he talked to me, how every dirty word made me arch and pant and ache for him. I wanted to do it, too, to talk back to him and make him feel the same. But I was shocked silent by every touch, every kiss, every warm lash of his tongue against my bud as he used his fingers to slowly spread my lips and toy with my entrance.

“Show me how you want it,” he whispered against the sensitive flesh. “Use my hand to fuck yourself.”

I mewled, chest heaving, and I watched through hooded lids as Clay guided my hand to his before dipping between my legs once more. He hovered there at my entrance until I pressed his fingers inside me, my desire so thick he slid in without much resistance, and we both moaned as he filled me.

“God, I love feeling that tight pussy stretch open for me,” he rasped, and I shook around his fingers as he withdrew them and pumped them in again at my grip’s request.