nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

shower 🔞

CW: sexual content

SUNDAY:

2:26 am...

My mind grows hazy as our lips slide against each other, smooth and precise. Clay's soft breaths flutter onto my lips, causing my body to react instantly. I start to softly grind onto him, hearing his breathing stop for a second. I reluctantly pull away, looking at him.

"Sorry, was that too soon?" I whisper, afraid to break this fragile moment. Clay's eyes slowly meet mine, his eyes flickering with heat. "Don't fucking stop." He whispers, one of his hands slowly dropping to my hips. I feel my stomach ache when he starts to guide my body on top of him.

Jesus, I don't think I've experienced anything like this. "Okay," I whisper back, swallowing. Clay scoots me closer to him, my core right above his erection. He presses his forehead onto one of my shoulders, sighing softly. 

I press down harder, needing to feel him better. "y/n." He breathes out. I apply more pressure, feeling his bulge tighten underneath me. I can't believe that he's this large. I turn my head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to Clay's soft hair.

He lifts his head, his other hand sliding up through my hair. He grips my hair, turning my head to meet his. He kisses me harshly, his teeth nipping my lips. I gasp out, my body lighting on fire. "Clay-." I try, but he interrupts me by biting my bottom lip harshly.

I meet eye contact with him as he looks up, his eyes half-hooded. "Shh..." He mumbles, letting go of my lip. I barely have a second to breathe before he surges forward, kissing me again. My body moves rhythmically on top of his, the friction between us feeding the ache in my lower stomach.

His tongue swirls with mine, my soft moans traveling into his mouth. His hand sifts through my hair as his other hand guides my hip, gripping it tightly enough to leave faint bruises. Clay lets out a noise when I bite down on his lip, returning the favor. 

"Please-." I gasp out, feeling a delicious feeling traveling down my body to the tip of my toes. Clay just softly groans in response, his head tilted down to look at where my hips are moving. "You look so pretty when you're moving on top of me." He whispers, his smile evident.

I narrow my eyes, leaning forward to nip at his earlobe. "Good, because you look ugly underneath me." I start to feel smug at my response until Clay lets out a low noise. Before I can process what's happening, I feel him lift me, swiftly pinning me onto the bed.

The bed softly creaks as I let out a breath, adjusting to the sudden change. "Is this better for you?" He whispers in my ear, his body directly on top of mine. For once, I can't think of anything to say. I just stare at him, my gaze unwavering. Clay leans up, his gaze connecting with mine.

"Or would you rather have me behind you? Next to you? What about in front of you? There's a lot of positions that we could manage, love." He smirks, his eyes flashing with desire. Any last breath of oxygen inside of me disappears as I swallow dryly. 

What the hell do you say to that? No one taught me this in sex ed. Although, if I'm being honest, no one learned a thing in sex ed. "You forgot one position." I manage to get out. Clay's lips twitch in amusement as he leans forward. "Oh? And which one is it?"

I grab the back of his head, pushing him closer until our lips are mere millimeters away. "The one where you're inside of me," I smirk, meeting his gaze. His lips part in surprise as I kiss him mercilessly. I don't stop kissing him until my lungs feel like they're about to burn.

Clay pants, trying to breathe properly. "I- I- fuck, why'd you have to say that?" He stammers, bringing a hand up to rub down his face. I grin maniacally as I tug on his hair. He lets out a startled noise, dropping his hand next to my head. "It's only fair," I whisper.