Chapter 20 - Clay
Her lips tasted better than I could have imagined. My heart is racing just thinking about how close she was to me, the way her body fit into mine, the feeling of her breasts pressed up against my chest. My arms feel empty now that she’s gone and I don’t know what to do about it.
All I want is to feel her in my arms again, to press my lips against hers. I need her. My head's a mess right now. I turn around my apartment not knowing where to look. The bright sunlight is streaming in through the windows but all I can see is the emptiness of my apartment.
Without thinking I grab my keys and run out the door after her. I can’t let her slip away like this. I run down the stairs and out onto the street, looking all around for her. Where did she go!
I take a chance and turn left, sprinting down the road. People are jostling on the street to get past me and I feel like a salmon swimming upstream. I rush through them, trying to get a glimpse of her. Any head of blonde hair makes me look twice as I move down the street. I turn around and look behind me. My eyes are scanning the crowd, back and forth.
When I saw her out the window on the weekend she got into a silver car. I’m scanning the street, looking for her or her car or any hint that she’s here. I slow down and make a full circle, taking one last look around me.
She’s gone.
I let my hands fall to my side and then bring them up to rub my head. She must have gone the other way or driven off already.
I can’t believe I let her leave like that. I had her in my arms and I let her slip away!
Deflated, I turn around to head back to my apartment. I round the corner when I hear something. It sounds like someone calling my name.
“Clay!”
I turn around and there she is, running towards me. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. The sun is glinting off her blonde hair and it looks like spun gold. She’s struggling to make her way through the people, her blazer open and trailing behind her. Our eyes are glued onto one another and I start moving towards her.
She came back.
My heart jumps to my throat and I move towards her, taking a few steps until she jumps into my arms. Our lips meet once again and I taste the sweetness of her kiss. I feel whole. Nothing matters right now except the woman in my arms, her touch, her smell, her kiss.
We stumble into my apartment and she claws at my shirt. Her skin is the softest I’ve ever felt and we fall into each other without restraint. Her hands run over my body, exploring me. Her touch is soft but insistent, I never want her to stop touching me.
Her top disappears somewhere between the living room and the bedroom. I grab her by the waist and lay her down on the bed, laying myself down on top of her. I can feel her breasts pressing into my chest again, her stomach against me, her legs intertwined between mine. I can’t stop kissing her. Our breath mixes as we rush to touch each other, to feel each other, to push our bodies together like they’re not meant to be apart.
Her hands are all over me and I never want her to stop touching me. Every time her hand passes over my chest I feel my heart jump to meet it. This isn’t supposed to feel this good. I slip my hands behind her back and unclasp her bra. Her tits fall free and I bend my head down to kiss them. She moans as my mouth meets her nipples, licking and biting them gently. I’m almost frantic, just wanting to be nearer to her. My cock is so hard it hurts as it strains in my pants.
I move my hands down her stomach, kissing my way down to the hem of her skirt. When I take her skirt off my breath catches in my throat. I look at her face, her half-closed eyes and she almost timidly spreads her legs in front of me. My cock has been hard since this morning but all I want now is to be inside her.
Instead, I dive head first between her legs and finally taste the sweet saltiness of her slit. I eat her and taste her, running my tongue all over her until she’s squirming and arching her back and screaming my name. Her hands are on my head and I don’t want to stop.
She pulls me up and I see a kind of surprise in her eyes. She’s breathing heavily and trying to say something. Gently, gently, I run my fingers down he slit and into her opening and I feel her shiver and relax into my touch.