Page 78 of Sterling Clay

“I need you to trust that I’ll always get you there, butterfly. Wherever, whatever, there is.” I coast my hand back up her midsection and cover the other breast, palming, kneading, plucking at the nipple. At the same time, I lower my face between her thighs, which she eagerly spreads for me. I lick over the lace, flicking at that sensitive place with my tongue, pressing the material against her slick skin.

Mavis moans, arching her back again, spreading her legs wider, covering my hand at her breast.

I pull back again.

“Clay,” she groans.

Crawling off the bed, I stand and remove all my clothing while Mavis watches me. She slides her hand between her legs, toying with herself while I strip.

“No cheating, baby.” I warn her, growing more eager for her if that’s even possible. Delaying her gratification is only delaying mine.

She removes her hand from between her legs and rolls her head against the mattress as if frustrated.

“Soon.” I climb back up on the bed and run my hands around the lacy outfit, fingers tracing all the velvety ribbons, eventually rolling her over to continue the trail and experiencing another pleasing shock.

“Butterfly.” My teeth grind. A velvety strip runs low at her back and through the crease of her ass, emphasizing the firm swells. Up top, the ribbons crisscross over her shoulder blades in a similar pattern to the front.

On her belly, Mavis exhales sharply as I slip my finger along the soft fabric between her ass cheeks. I climb over her, toying once more with her clit and nipping at her shoulder.

“Let me have you like this,” I whisper at her ear.

Her answer is to curl her back and lift her ass. Brushing aside the lace covering her entrance, I line up the tip of my dick to continue teasing her.

I should give her more foreplay, but she’s already drenched and near a breaking point like I am.

Slipping into her, we both moan as she stretches around me, bringing me into her body until she’s full. I curl my fingers into the velvet strap at her hip with one hand while reaching for her hand with the other, clasping our fingers together with my hand on top of hers.

With my fingers in the velvet ribbon, I guide Mavis back and forth while I slide in and out of her. She’s so freaking wet, we easily move together. With her legs spread and me awkwardly on my knees, I won’t hold out long like this, but I relish the torture of gliding in and out of her. Watching her ass lift and lower as I’m drawn into her heat.

I release her hand and wrap my arm around her waist to lift her to her knees, so her back hits my chest.

“Remember when you teased about riding me?” I nip at her neck.

Mavis groans, like she’s drugged on our connection. “You teased me.”

I chuckle into her skin. “I want you to ride me, Mavis. Race with me.” I pull out of her, and she drops forward, balancing on all fours. Her head hangs, and she hisses in frustration.

I flip around on the bed, place my back to the headboard and guide Mavis over me, sitting on my lap, her back to my chest again.

“Clay,” she whimpers. With her knees bent on either side of my thighs and her hands between my legs, I guide her backwards, watching as my dick slides into her, connecting us as one again. Mavis sits upright. With her hair tumbling over her shoulders, she glances at me over one of them.

“Race, butterfly.” Then she’s working herself up and down, taking me in this position where I’m hitting her someplace unseen that sparks her onward. Faster and faster she rocks. Her breath catching. Her head tipping back. She’s losing control.

“I can feel you, beautiful. You’re clenching my cock. Dripping into my lap. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”

Mavis slams down on me, almost daring me to try to leave her body before she crosses the finish line. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful or heard such a sound.

Mavis practically purrs, rolling her hips in my lap. I slide my hand around her front, plucking that sweet clit while catching her other hand with mine again. She covers the hand between her thighs and together we strum until she gets the finish she wants. With her head back, her back arched, she comes like she’s howling at the moon. I feel every clench and pulse, causing my own release to spring free.

With one hand holding hers and the other flat against her lower belly, I go off inside Mavis like I never have before. Her squeezing me. Me filling her. The orgasm goes on and on until she collapses forward, catching herself on her hands. Running my hand up her spine, I tip my head against the headboard.

“Holy shit, Mavis.” She steals my breath. She owns my heart.

With a strangled chuckle, she lifts her body and releases me, falling to her side beside me.

We remain in our separate, breathless positions for a minute. Then I slap her ass.

“Let’s shower.”