Chapter 1219
Chapter 1219:
I felt the firm press of his need against me, undeniable and insistent. I hesitated, breaking the kiss with a quiet breath.
“Not… not yet…”
He paused, his brow furrowing…
gently as he looked down at me, Clayton paused.
“I just need to freshen up first,” I explained with a soft smile, slipping from his embrace and heading toward the bathroom.
Clayton sat silently for a moment, his gaze lingering after me, something warm and wanting in his eyes. Then he rose and followed, his arms sliding around my waist as he caught up.
“Shall we shower together?” he asked, his voice a low murmur against my neck.
I hesitated, then nodded.
The shower’s warm spray enveloped us, steam curling around our entwined bodies. His hands roamed over my skin with reverence, exploring my every inch. Midway through, Clayton pressed me gently against the cool glass wall. My body yielded beneath his touch, skin damp and glistening under the soft glow of the bathroom light.
My breasts flattened against the slick glass, nipples brushing the cold surface, as I lifted my hips high, moaning with each deep, pounding thrust as Clayton took me from behind, filling me with powerful, claiming strokes. His practiced, skillful movements sent delicious waves of bliss spiraling through me, each stroke leaving my body trembling under his command.
With each withdrawal, the thick head of his length lingered halfway, teasing me, before driving back inside with a deep, grinding thrust that stirred every sensitive corner of my core. He rolled his hips slowly, pressing and rotating, coaxing shivers from places I hadn’t known could ache for him.
“Slow down… slow down…” I gasped, my voice unsteady as my back arched beneath him, my body moving instinctively to meet each pulse of his desire.
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A low groan rumbled from deep within him, his hands tightening on my waist as his rhythm remained deliberate, controlled, filling me with a steady, satisfying depth. His gaze dropped to watch me writhe beneath his touch, and with a quiet murmur, he reached forward, cupping my breast with one warm hand. His fingers traced a teasing path over the sensitive skin, circling my nipple until a tremor passed through me.
Seeing me lift my hips to meet him, he chuckled softly against my ear, his voice rough with pleasure.
“Feels good, does it not?”
Bracing my palms against the slick glass, I moved with him, our bodies finding a perfect, seamless rhythm.
“Yes… it feels so good,” I breathed, tilting my head back, arching closer, silently begging him to push deeper, harder.
Clayton answered my plea with powerful, driving thrusts, his control unraveling as he pushed me closer to the edge, chasing that perfect high.
After a few relentless moments, he spun me gently, pressing my back against the cool shower wall. He lifted one of my legs around his hip and slid back inside, drawing a shared sigh of deep, aching satisfaction from both of us. His pace slowed deliberately, savoring each thrust as though memorizing the feeling.
Then he leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling before sucking hard, pulling soft, helpless moans from my lips. My fingers tangled possessively in his damp hair, pulling him closer as my body arched toward his mouth. His slow, deep movements built a simmering tension inside me, each stroke winding me tighter.
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