nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

cravings(🔞)

CW: sexual content

MONDAY:

His lips are traveling everywhere on my skin, my lips, my cheeks, my neck, and the space in between my breasts. I can't seem to get enough air, enough oxygen into my lungs. He's holding me so tightly that I can feel every inch of him on my skin, and I feel like I'm going to explode with emotions.

He lifts his head and stares into my eyes, searching for my confirmation. I toss my hoodie off of me, and he watches as I unbutton my shorts. If he's not going to do it, then I will. Clay immediately pulls back and watches me, his eyes going dark. "Should we even be doing this?" He mutters, and I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Why are you asking?" I answer, reaching around to unclip my bra. He places his hand over mine, and I slowly let my hands drift down to rest on his shoulders. He places a few tender kisses over my chest before his fingers unclip my bra. When I'm bare in front of him, he lets out a quiet groan. 

"I'm asking because the last time we did this, it didn't go so well." Clay replies, lowering me down on the bed. He roughly palms me, and I let out a noise. "Do you want to do this?" I ask, biting my tongue as he sucks harshly on my chest. "Is that supposed to be a question?" He murmurs against my skin, raising his eyes to meet mine.

I tug on his hair, pulling him up. His pupils dilate as my lips barely brush over his. "Stop countering my questions with your questions." Clay smiles wickedly at me. "You started it, it's only fair I continue." I push him away from me, and he lets out a breathy laugh. 

He stands up and tosses his shirt aside, his smooth skin on display. I feel my heart thundering in my chest as I check him out. Holy shit. He moves on top of me, his skin against mine. He slowly kisses me, almost as if he has all the time in the world. I hurry my lips against him, and he pulls away, raising an eyebrow at me. "Impatient, aren't we?"

I scowl at him. "Niki is waiting downstairs for us, and we need to hurry." Clay smirks at me. "We'll make it quick... and so fucking pleasurable." He murmurs in my ear, biting my earlobe. I let a soft moan slip out of me before I slam my mouth shut. Clay chuckles as he kisses his way down my body, reaching my belly button.

Suddenly, my nerves betray me by slamming into my mind, thoughts being flung around wildly. We shouldn't do this. It's a terrible idea. What if he regrets it? What if I regret it? We're not even supposed to see each other. We've stayed away for a month, we can stay away for longer. This can't happen.

I swallow as one of his fingers twist against my panties' strap, his eyes digging into mine. A pool of melted emeralds and desire swims as he gazes up at me, waiting for my confirmation. I hesitate, and Clay slowly raises his head, watching me still. Ah, fuck it. I grip his head and I nearly smash him between my legs, feeling the impulsiveness in me take over.

He grins at me, a feral smile playing on his lips. "Needy," He murmurs, his kisses trailing up my thighs. I roll my eyes, but I quickly stop as he presses a whisper of a kiss on my soaking panties. I let out a breath, my chest heaving as I look down at him. Clay nudges me with his nose, and I clench my fists.

"Stop teasing me." I grit out, and he chuckles, the sound deep and reverberating. He slowly licks the fabric of my panties, and I fist my sheets, literally biting my tongue. My body is already on fire, my skin burning and flushing. I can't help the soft noise that slips out of me as he rubs circles on my hips, holding me in place.

He slowly removes one strap before removing the other, sliding the fabric down my legs. "Lift your hips," He softly demands, and I lift them slightly, feeling my face burn with embarrassment and desire. He trails his lips over my thighs before placing a soft kiss on the middle of my core. I nearly buck my hips up, and he laughs quietly.