Deliberately catching his eye, she lowered her mouth to his cock while holding his gaze the entire time. His low, growling groan when her lips settled over him was audible bliss. Elodie loved that she could do that to him—make him respond to her on such a basic level.
She hadn't done this in a very long time, but apparently it was like learning how to ride a bike. She dragged her tongue over and over the tip of his dick, then suckled as much of him into her mouth as she could and flicked it mercilessly with her tongue, listening carefully for cues from him about his likes and dislikes. It didn't seem as if she could do anything wrong, as long as she was touching him.
Elodie didn't know what she'd done, but all of a sudden he stopped responding. She reached down and began to rub his balls gently, watching and listening for any sign that he was still enjoying what she was doing, but his whole body was stiff, as if he could barely tolerate it.
"Is there something wrong?" she whispered, unable to keep the hurt from her voice.
Looking startled, Clay lifted his head from the pillow. "Wrong?"
Elodie wanted to curl up in a ball in a dark corner of her apartment. "You—I—I'm sorry if I did something you didn't like—"
"No. Dear Lord, no! I can barely keep myself from—from getting beyond the point of no return, Elodie, and we've just barely started! Do you understand?"
The sinking sense of failure left immediately.
A huge platter of a hand captured hers against his chest, and she saw him swallow hard. "I want you. All of you. Every bit of you that I can get. I find I'm very greedy when it comes to you, and your touch—heck, your presence in a room from thirty feet away—gets me hard. I've lived in a state of perpetual need for the past few months. Any touch from you... I can barely control myself. I was reciting multiplication tables in my head just to try to get a handle on things."
It was the rawest, most truthful speech she'd ever heard in her life. His eyes were wide open, and she could see into his soul.
And the only thing she saw there was herself, and his need.
His love.
Elodie felt herself being rolled onto her back, and Clay followed, quickly divesting himself of the rest of his clothes and letting them land where they would on the floor, then completing what he'd started with her downstairs when he was spanking her, sweeping her pants and panties completely off and then reaching for her top. She looked up at him shyly, then. Her lower parts had been bare around him off and on for a while, but it was new to her to be completely naked, and he'd only seen her breasts once.
*****
Clay smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way, but he couldn't be sure. It felt like a grimace to him, but then he was wound tightly, his throbbing erection rearing up against her thigh, seeking the warmth and slickness between them like an orphan seeking a stable home. Her shirt came off over her head, then she settled back nervously, and he was able to drink in all of her naked glory at once.
She was gorgeous, tiny perfection in his eyes—just the perfect complement to him—small and rounded where he was big and angular. His body wanted him to cover her, plunge himself inside her and take his pleasure within her. Instead, he moved as slowly as he could, keeping his eyes locked with hers, making sure he didn't alarm her in any way as he nudged her legs open and lay gingerly between them, unable to control a blissful sigh as his errant penis settled between those puffy lips.
"Oh, God, Elodie, I want you." Clay supported his upper body on his hands above her.
She looked up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, saying in a clear, soft voice, "Then take me."
Her words flooded through his blood vessels, dilating every one he owned, until they got to his groin, making him contract painfully several times. Stunned, he looked down into her eyes and saw no hesitation there, absolutely none. He almost gave in. Almost.
Instead, he reached between her nether lips, gratified to find that his finger was instantaneously covered in her tribute, which he brought up to cover her clit, rubbing lightly, teasingly, making her arch into him and reach out to clutch the sheets, sucking air in through her tightly clenched teeth.
"Clay!" She dragged the word out throatily as she writhed and twisted as much as she could beneath him, as if her very life depended on the tip of that finger.
He had been right that time when he'd wondered about it. She did light up from within, even before the culmination. Her mewls and cries made him crazy. He was delighted to see how responsive she was—she seemed to be as uncontrollably passionate with him as he was with her.