The Velvet Underground

I don't hesitate. I lean in again, my tongue flicking out to taste her, to explore her. She's sweet and salty, like the sea, and I can't get enough. I lap at her, my tongue tracing her folds, circling her clit, delving deep inside her. She moans, long and low, her thighs trembling, her hands pulling at my hair.

I lose myself in the taste of her, in the feel of her, in the sounds she makes. I can feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing, her breath coming faster and faster. I redouble my efforts, my tongue moving faster, harder, deeper. She cries out, her hips bucking, her body shuddering against my mouth. I can feel her coming undone, her pleasure washing over me in waves.

When she finally stills, her body going limp and boneless in my arms, I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I look up at her, my chest heaving, my eyes dark with want. "Clara," I whisper, my voice rough and raw. "You're incredible."

She looks down at me, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips parted, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. "So are you," she murmurs, her voice soft and sated. "I've never... I've never felt anything like that before."

I stand up, pulling her into my arms, my hands skimming over her back, her waist, her hips. "Neither have I," I admit, my voice low and earnest. "You're like a drug, Clara. I can't get enough of you."

She smiles, slow and sensual, her eyes glinting in the low light. "Good," she purrs, her hands drifting down to the button of my pants. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

I groan, my hips rocking forward, my erection straining against the leather. "Clara," I rasp, my voice rough with need. "I don't know how much more I can take."

She just laughs, low and sultry, her fingers making quick work of my fly. "Oh, I think you can take a lot more than this," she whispers, her hand slipping inside my pants, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. "I think you're just getting started."

I moan, my head falling back, my eyes fluttering closed. "Jesus, Clara," I gasp, my hips rocking into her touch. "You're going to kill me."

She laughs again, her breath warm against my throat. "What a way to go," she murmurs, her hand stroking me, squeezing me, driving me wild. "Now, Leo," she whispers, her voice rough with command. "I want you inside me. Now."

I don't need to be told twice. I kick off my pants, kicking them aside, my hands gripping her hips, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her mouth crashing down on mine. I kiss her back, hard and deep, my tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.

I carry her across the room, setting her down on the edge of the mud bath, the warm, wet clay squelching under her bare skin. She gasps, her eyes widening, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Leo," she breathes, her voice trembling. "The mud... it's everywhere."

"I know," I murmur, my hands skimming over her body, smearing the clay over her skin. "It's like silk," I whisper, my voice rough with wonder. "Smooth and cool and impossibly fine."

She shivers, her head falling back, her breath coming faster. "And warm," she adds, her voice soft and dazed. "It's like being wrapped in a warm, wet blanket."

I nod, my hands drifting lower, skimming over her inner thighs. "Open for me," I murmur, my voice low and commanding. "Let me feel you."

She does, her legs falling open, her hips rocking up to meet my touch. I slide my hand between her thighs, my fingers slipping easily inside her, the mud making her slick and slippery. She moans, long and low, her hips rocking against my hand.

"Leo," she breathes, her voice breaking on my name. "Please. I need you. Now."

I don't hesitate. I pull my hand away, gripping her hips, pulling her closer. I notch the head of my erection against her entrance, feeling the warm, wet heat of her against my sensitive skin. I push forward, slowly, inch by inch, feeling her body open for me, take me in.

She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist. "Yes," she gasps, her voice raw with pleasure. "Leo, yes. Just like that."

I start to move, my hips rocking against hers, my shaft sliding in and out of her slick heat. The mud squelches and sucks at our skin, adding a new layer of sensation to every thrust. Clara moans, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips parted on a silent scream.

I lean in, my mouth brushing against her ear. "Tell me," I whisper, my voice rough with exertion. "Tell me how it feels."

"Full," she breathes, her voice trembling. "So full. Like you're splitting me open, filling me up." She moans again, her hips rocking to meet mine. "And the mud," she adds, her voice soft and dazed. "It's like a cushion, like a cradle. It's holding me up, supporting me, letting me take you in."

I groan, my hips snapping forward, my shaft sinking deep inside her. "Clara," I gasp, my voice rough with need. "You feel incredible. So tight, so hot, so wet."

She whimpers, her hands fisting in my hair, her mouth crashing down on mine. I kiss her back, hard and deep, my tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her pleasure on her tongue. I can feel her orgasm building again, her muscles tensing, her breath coming faster and faster.

I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She cries out, her hips bucking, her body shuddering against mine. "Leo," she gasps, her voice breaking on my name. "I'm close. I'm so close."

I redouble my efforts, my hips pounding against hers, my fingers working her clit. "Come for me, Clara," I growl, my voice low and commanding. "Come for me, right now."

She does, her body tensing, her muscles clamping down on my shaft like a vice. She screams, long and loud, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut. I can feel her coming apart around me, her pleasure washing over me in waves.

I follow her over the edge, my own orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I bury myself deep inside her, my shaft pulsing, my come flooding her womb. I roar, my head thrown back, my eyes squeezed shut, my body shuddering with the force of my release.

When it's over, when we're both spent and boneless, I pull out of her, my shaft sliding from her body with a soft, wet sound. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, my face buried in the crook of her neck. We stay like that for a long moment, our hearts pounding, our breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Clara," I murmur at last, my voice rough and raw. "That was... incredible."

She laughs, soft and breathless, her hands skimming over my back. "It really was," she agrees, her voice soft and sated. "I've never felt anything like it before."

I pull back, looking down at her, my eyes searching her face. "Me neither," I admit, my voice low and earnest. "You're like a force of nature, Clara. I can't resist you."

She smiles, slow and sensual, her eyes glinting in the low light. "Good," she purrs, her hands drifting down to cup my ass. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

I laugh, shaking my head in wonder. "You're insatiable," I murmur, my voice rough with affection.

She just grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You love it," she whispers, her voice soft and teasing.

I do, I realize with a start. I love her fire, her passion, her hunger. I love the way she gives herself to me, body and soul. I love the way she makes me feel, like I'm the only man in the world.

"I do," I admit, my voice low and earnest. "I love it, Clara. I love... you."

She stills, her eyes widening, her breath catching in her throat. "Leo," she breathes, her voice trembling. "I... I love you too."

I smile, slow and sure, my heart swelling in my chest. "I know," I murmur, my voice soft and tender. "I've known for a while now."

She laughs, soft and watery, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Of course you have," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "You always know."

I lean in, my mouth brushing against hers in a soft, sweet kiss. "I do," I agree, my voice rough with affection. "And I always will."