Every Rose Has a Thorn (The Patriot Romance story)

Chapter 19

(Smut) xmalfoy_snapex          

"I'm in so much pain," William groaned, "Feels better but only just." 

"I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go run you a hot bath with some eucalyptus and mint in the water. That will help release some of the tension in the muscles." Clara says. He smiles at her and wraps an arm around her waist.

"Will you be joining me?" He asks suggestively, to which she replies with a nod.

"Of course. Just give me a minute and I'll get it ready." She says, walking towards the bathroom until she's pulled back towards William who was now sitting up in his bed.

"Hey. What's the deal? What's a man gotta do to get a kiss from his girl?" He says. A smile breaks across Clara face as she leans forward and presses her lips to his. He smirks into the kiss as he runs his fingers through her hair. She pulls away and he kisses her forehead.

"Now you can go." He says. Clara smiles to herself and walks towards the bathroom.

Soon, she's got the bathtub filled, and the eucalyptus, mint, and bubbles in the water. She strips herself of her clothes and then opens the door, seeing William still propped up on his bed, his eyes now on her and her bare skin.

"Fuck sweetheart. Every time I see you naked I feel like the luckiest man alive." He says, walking over towards Clara. 

William gets undressed and goes to the bathroom. She gently nudges him, silently telling him to get in, which he does. Clara follows soon after, sitting between his long legs, and leaning back into his chest. She closes her eyes, head leaning back onto William's shoulder as the warm water soaks into her skin. His hands wander up and down her sides as he leans down, his lips meeting her neck. Clara smirks and runs her hands over his thighs on either side of her under the water. She turns around, straddling his waist before reaching over to the side of the tub, grabbing the bottle of lavender oil she had sitting there, and popping it open. Pouring some in her hand, Clara closes the bottle and sit it back down before rubbing her hands together and then going straight for William's shoulders. Her fingers dig into the tan skin, feeling the muscles getting looser and looser as she goes. Tavington leans his head back, a sigh slipping past his lips.

"Fuck Clara. This feels fantastic." He says. She smiles and kisses him right under his ear. The pads of her fingers still digging into the muscles of his neck and shoulders. Her intent suddenly changes when she feels his length grazing her inner thigh. He sits up and watches Clara as she continues to massage and work his muscles. Soon, she finds herself leaning in, pressing her lips to his in a feverish kiss. Her lips move with his in perfect timing. What started as sweet and somewhat innocent kiss, turns incredibly dirty when his hands find her hips, pulling them down to where her core is grinding directly against his length. Clara gasps and moans into the kiss before he pulls away, his hands holding her hips firmly as he moves them the way he wants. His tip teases her clit and she can't stop the moan that falls from her lips.

"William, please. rail me." She says. He smirks. He raises her up a little as one of his hands grasps his length, guiding it into her entrance.

"That's it, darling. Just slide right down on it." He says. She happily follows his orders and sinks down onto him, moaning as he stretches her walls. His hands move up to her breasts while she gets right to work. Her hands rest on his shoulders for support as she moves along his length.

"Such a good girl. You take my cock so well." He says quietly. She can't help but moan at his words. If there is one thing in the world that will make her cum like a fountain, it's dirty talk. Tavington knows it and uses it to his advantage anytime he can. His moans and groans come out just like hers. The thing about her and William is, they both fit together perfectly. Their bodies seem to already know what the other wants without any indication like it's in her nature.

William's hands grip her hips and tilt them back a little, allowing his cock to hit her g-spot repeatedly.

"William! I'm close." She moans.

"Look at me. I wanna see those gorgeous eyes when you cum on my cock." He says, using one hand and pulling her close, pressing her forehead against his. The other hand is at Clara's core, rubbing hard fast circles on her clit. She moans a few more times as her walls clamp down on him, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. William grips her hips and slams her down on him one more time, groaning as his cream coats her walls. Clara leans her head against his shoulder, both of them trying to catch their breaths as she moves off of his length, but still settling in his lap as she kisses him.

As soon as they both regain full composure, and the water is no longer warm but rather room temperature, Clara stands and grab a towel, wrapping it around herself. William follows suit before they both start quietly wandering around, finding clean clothes to put on. Clara grabs her undergarments from her drawer. He walks over, wearing pants and an unbuttoned shirt. William walks over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her to the bed, both of them laying down. Clara lays her head on his chest and his arm wraps around her shoulders. It seems that her eyes immediately start to get heavy.

"I love you, William," Clara says. He smiles and kisses the top of her head.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." He says. She starts to drift off into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in the arms of her man. Was he fucking crazy? Well, yes. But was he equally as wonderful? Absolutely.