Chapter 89:
Makenna’s POV:
I stared into Clayton’s deep eyes, my breath slowing as I tried to process what was happening.
My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, and I was unable to form a coherent one.
Clayton gave me a resigned, understanding smile before he began to pull away.
Watching him, I remembered how he had been there for me, how gently he had treated me. An impulse made me reach out to stop him.
Clayton halted, looking at me with surprise.
Before he could say anything else, I moved closer, cupped his face, and kissed him.
It was what I wanted, and it was Clayton.
For a moment, he seemed stunned, but then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back.
His warm lips pressed against mine, first gently, and then with increasing intensity. When my lips parted, he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in passionate insistence.
The intensity of the kiss made my legs feel weak. Noticing this, Clayton lifted me and gently laid me on the sofa.
The blanket had slipped off me, and Clayton leaned over, his hands roaming across my back.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips and tongue from my mouth to my neck and ear. He finally reached my earlobe and gently sucked on it.
His touch stirred me, making me feel increasingly aroused. I felt myself growing with desire. I rested my hands on Clayton’s chest, slightly parting my lips as I panted.
“Clayton… it tickles…”
Then, I felt him against my thigh, his arousal evident.
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Clayton held me close, his desire palpable. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
He kissed my cheek and whispered softly, “Makenna, you are beautiful.”
I turned too shy to meet his gaze.
Clayton chuckled softly. He gently cupped my bottom, his hands exploring. He shifted his attention to my breasts, tracing the outline of one with his tongue. Licking my nipple before taking it into his mouth.
“Hmm…” The pleasure built as he continued. I sucked in my breath, torn between wanting him to continue and feeling overwhelmed. I instinctively arched toward him, urging him to go on.
As he sucked on one nipple, one of his hands played with the other breast, while his other hand explored my thighs.
He began by rubbing them gently, and then gradually moved his hand between my legs, lifting them and opening them.
Feeling a bit shy, I did not resist but opened my legs with a sense of submission. Clayton’s hand moved with a steady rhythm from my knee to my intimate area. His warm palm pressed against my sensitive skin, and I could feel myself becoming wet once more.
Before long, his fingers reached my entrance, gently rubbing and pressing. My legs grew weaker as I lifted my head, panting heavily.
Pleasure surged through me in waves, filling my mind. I thought to myself, this experience was proving to be far more enjoyable than I had anticipated.
It was a completely different sensation from before. Though Clayton had not yet entered me, I could feel the heat and moisture within me. All I desired was for him to quickly bring me to satisfaction.
Clayton did not make me wait for long. He lifted me and let me sit against the armrest. He placed my legs on his arm, while his erection pressed against my aching core, rubbing gently. His movements intensified my heat and made me tremble uncontrollably.
He kissed my lips again, his voice low and filled with desire. “Makenna, it might sting a bit. Please bear with me,” he murmured softly.
I nodded in agreement. In the next moment, he pushed forward and entered me, gradually deepening the connection. Even though I was extremely wet, I could still feel a slight, piercing discomfort.
I moaned involuntarily, and Clayton immediately lowered his head to give a tender kiss.
“Don’t be afraid, I will be gentle. You will feel alright soon.”
His soothing words helped my body relax. He began to move gently in and out of me.
I responded with twitches and pulses, my core growing even wetter and hotter around him. I realized I was not a silent lover, unable to hold back my moans as he continued his rhythm.
His gentle thrusts brought a new level of pleasure I had never known. His patience touched me deeply, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning toward him with a flushed face, urging him.
“It’s… it’s alright… Hmm… You can… go faster.”
Clayton’s expression hardened with desire. He kissed me deeply. The next moment, he increased his pace.
“Argh…” The unprecedented pleasure made a groan abandon me. My mind felt overwhelmed as I clung to him, my body pressing closely against his.
Unlike earlier, Clayton moved with greater intensity, pushing deeper into my snug passage. He continued to thrust, riding the waves of our shared experience.
