A CLAY DOLL'S TEAR

Chapter 27

Nyla's P.O.V

Tossing and turning in my bed, wrestling against the obscene images of clay in my head.

Feeling her soft lips pressing against mine and tasting soo good.

Thinking back to how wet she made me, just her light touch makings me throb soo hard, painfully hard.

"Damn." Groaning into my pillow, squeezing my legs together. Slowly thrusting my hips, Imagining Clay grasping my knees, easing them apart, sliding her warm tongue slowly along my slit.

"Mmmmmm.. Damnnn... " Biting into the pillow, groaning as my hands slides down into my black lace lingerie.

"Aaah..ssss. Mmmmm.." Circling my fingers on my wet throbbing bud.

Flashing images of Clay crowning her head with my thighs, kissing, biting, sucking my folds.

pressing into my-

"Aaahhh.. shitttt..." My body convulses hitching my breath with such release, coating my

fingers and thighs with my warm juices.

"I can't keep doing this." Groaning to my self, allowing my twitching body to ride out

the tingling sensation.

It's been two days since that night Clay had me running rivers down my thighs and my mind will

not allow me to think of any thing else, the thought of her consumes me. Is it just lust that I feel towards her?

Is she just someone to satisfy my sexual appetite and I'll lose interest after? No..Clay is not like that

and she deserve much more than a quick roll in the hay. But how can I be sure that my

feelings are more than just physical? Shit, just thinking about her makes me pulse.

"Argh." Rolling over on my bed, the wetness between my thighs seeps between my ass cheeks, I quickly Roll back over on my belly. That's my cue to take my ass up and take a shower.

I quickly took a cold shower then slip on my short white silk night gown with matching undies.

Glancing at the clock on the night stand, seeing that it is now 1:45am, I roll my eyes at how Sleep alludes me, for my mind will not allow me to rest. May be some fresh air will do me good.

Strolling out to the balcony over looking the bustling city night life, Clay's words replay in my mind.

'You will have to give me all of you. Your mind.... body.... and soul'

Feeling the cold iron rail of the balcony hit my stomach stops me, I hold on to it. Leaning over slightly Clays words rings again

'If you can give ur self completely to me and me alone'

My grip tighten on to the rail.

'only then you can have what you want.'

What do I want? What exactly do I want? I have to be sure with Clay. She is not the kind of person that take intimacy lightly and I do not want her to be that kind either. She is not like every one else.

That is what makes her so alluring to me. Not any one can have her. not everyone can capture her attention.

My heart will be safe with her, I just know it. but can hers be safe with me? Yes, of course. If I have to live my life in serve of her heart, I am prepared and ready. This can not be just a sexual thing. Right?