Slow and steady, he worked me open, licking at my clit in time with his fingers — though I controlled those. He went at the pace my hand around his directed him to, and it wasn’t long before I was writhing under his tongue and fingers, so close to coming I could feel the fire catching at the end of every nerve of my body.

“Clay,” I begged, and he knew what I needed without another word. He took control, his fingers pumping in and out of me in the same sort of rhythm I’d directed before they slowly picked up pace. His tongue kept time, and my fists twisted in the sheets just in time for me to come, my body shaking and heart racing far too fast as I exploded into a million little stars.

I’d only had a few, but every time seemed better than the last, like my body was learning more and more how to come undone and take full advantage of the pleasure Clay was determined to bring me.

I cried out with the last of it, trembling in his grip before I fell completely lax.

“That’s my girl,” Clay praised, and he licked up my release like it was his only meal before slowly crawling up my body. “I hope you know that’s just the first one tonight.”

I smiled, laughing a bit as my breath steadied. But then I was seeking him again, hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him into me for a deep kiss.

“I’m ready.”

Clay swallowed, meeting my warm kisses with his own before he reached blindly for whatever he’d put on the bedside table. When I heard the foil tear, I realized what it was.

My heart hammered to a gallop in my chest, beating so loud and hard I could hear it in my ears. I imagined Clay could hear it, too, because he paused with the condom in his hand, using the other to brush the hair from my eyes.

“We can wait,” he offered.

“No.”

I reached for the condom, plucking it from his fingers and kissing him as I blindly felt for his erection between us. When I gripped him, slowly rolling the condom over his length, he moaned into my mouth, hips flexing into the rubber as I continued stretching it over him.

“I need you inside me,” I whispered, rolling my hips to meet his. “I want you to be the first one to fill me, Clay. I want you to be the first one I feel like this.”

He growled, biting my bottom lip as he reached between us for my wrists. He pinned both by my head, leaning up a bit to take in the length of me as I panted and writhed beneath him.

“You want me to be the only one,” he corrected me, and fuck if I didn’t gasp out a weak yes in affirmation.