Chapter 187:
Makenna’s POV:
Seeing me in tears, Clayton appeared like a ship lost at sea.
With a touch as awkward as a novice dancer, he tried to wipe away my tears, murmuring, “Don’t cry. If something’s troubling you, just spill it. I’m here to help you untangle the knots.”
His efforts, though well-intentioned, only seemed to make the storm inside me rage harder, and my tears continued to flow like a river breaking its banks.
Eventually, all Clayton could do was pull me into his embrace, his hands tenderly drying my cheeks as he whispered, “I’ll do my best to shield you from now on, to keep the hurt at bay, alright?”
He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. Through tear-streaked eyes, I looked up and wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him into a deeper kiss.
For some inexplicable reason, being with Clayton always wrapped me in a blanket of security.
He gently stroked the back of my neck, as though soothing a frightened creature, and without much effort, we found ourselves lying together on the sofa in the villa’s living room.
With a careful touch, he began to unbutton my clothes, his hands exploring my body with the tenderness of a gentle breeze. His fingers wandered lower, their caress working to open me like a flower unfurling in the sunlight.
I willingly parted my legs, my vision dimmed by the haze of my tears.
Clayton tenderly kissed away each drop, then took one of my aching nipples into his mouth.
A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, yearning to surrender completely to the moment.
His teeth nibbled skillfully at my nipple while his tongue swirled and pressed against it. His fingers continued to move in and out of my vagina, drawing out more of my essence, leaving the sofa damp with our mingled desire.
𝗥𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 ⲅⲁ𝓁𝗇𝓸ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸰ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Pleasure surged through me in waves, nearly making me forget the heartache that had come before.
As Clayton’s desire pressed against my thighs and the emptiness within me cried for fulfillment, I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him closer.
“It’s alright… We’re together in this…”
“Tell me if you feel pain,” Clayton murmured softly.
He didn’t rush, instead cradling my face in his hands and kissing me with a gentleness that spoke volumes. The kiss began with a sweetness that tingled, his lips teasing mine until a soft sting made me whimper. He released my swollen lips and let his tongue explore, dancing with mine in a passionate ballet that left us both gasping. He continued until the corners of my mouth glistened with the evidence of our shared desire.
Panting for breath, I gazed up at Clayton. He propped me up with a pillow, positioning my legs in an M shape. I caught sight of his cock, standing tall and eager. Blushing, I shyly turned away.
Clayton pressed and rubbed against my slit, and my body, taut with anticipation, responded by clenching around him. He chuckled softly, easing into me slowly, like a boat drifting into a harbor.
The extensive foreplay had left me without pain, only the comforting sensation of being filled.
“Mmm… It feels so good…” I couldn’t help but moan.
Clayton seemed to grow even harder at my words, but he held back, moving with deliberate slowness until I was completely relaxed. Only then did he increase his pace, plunging deeper.
I dared a glance at our connection, watching as his thick cock slowly disappeared inside me. The sensation of being stretched and filled mingled with anticipation and slight trepidation.
Clayton kissed my forehead, and though no words were spoken, the kiss seemed to calm the turbulent seas of my heart.
Throughout, Clayton was the epitome of gentleness, and in that intimate embrace, I felt the harmony and pleasure that had long eluded me.
