Clay pressed up onto the palms of his hands, towering over me, and I watched the sensuous roll of his body as he fucked me. It was the most gorgeous, most hedonistic sight I’d ever seen in my life. His abs contracted and released with every roll, his heavy eyes locked on mine as he drove me closer to the edge.

“Clay,” I whispered, as scared as I was excited for the feeling building inside me.

“Take it,” he demanded.

My hand shot down between my legs, and it took only the softest roll of my fingertips over my clit in time with him pumping in and out of me to find my release.

I quaked and cried out, this one even more powerful than the last, more powerful than any I’d ever experienced before in my life. My walls tightened around him as he kept pace, and I shook and writhed in the sheets, reaching out to drag my nails down the valleys and peaks of his abdomen.

“Fuck, Giana,” he groaned, and just as my orgasm was fading out, his pace quickened.

He was close.

I pressed up onto my own palms, heels of my feet finding the bed so I could meet his thrusts with my own.

“Oh shit,” he cursed, watching my breasts bounce wildly as I met his eager pumps, and I captured his mouth with my own just as he groaned out his release.

I felt it, felt him twitching inside me as his seed spilled into the condom. I was so sensitive I could feel every rivulet as it expended from him, and my mouth watered with the desire to taste him like I had that night at the observatory.

It was the fiercest rush I’d known in my life, to make Clay come, to feel him release inside me and know it was me who’d brought him that pleasure.

He collapsed onto me, forcing me to sink into the sheets as one of his hands painfully gripped my hip and he pumped out the last of his orgasm. He trembled when he was spent, forehead dropping to mine as we both panted, our slick skin dampening each other and the sheets.

And as fiercely as he had taken control, he surrendered it back to me.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, searching my gaze before he pressed a gentle kiss to my nose.

“I’m fucking amazing.”

He smiled, one brow arching up as he flexed his softening member inside me. “That makes two of us.” He paused. “Come. Let’s shower.”

Carefully, he removed himself from inside me, disposing of the condom before he helped me stand. I didn’t realize I needed help until I tried to walk on my shaky legs, thighs aching in protest from how I’d flexed every muscle in my body chasing both of my releases.