Molding Clay (12 page)

me. I never thought to know such love, and I am so sorry for all I have put you through.

All I can say is that I will strive to never cause you pain or suffering again. I love you,

and as long as my energy exists on this plane or another, I will love no other.”

Clay never imagined that a heart could sing but in that moment his did. “I love you,

Rusty. Now and always. I’m yours if you want me.”

Rusty smiled and all of the pain and grief that had been etched so deeply on her

face was gone. “Well now, there’s an offer I just can’t refuse, Mr. Russell.”

Clay blew out his breath. Even in the most intimate of moments, as they were

declaring undying love, she managed to be a tease and a smartass. “Woman, you’re

enough to vex the hell out of a man.”

Rusty laughed and threw herself into his waiting arms. “Vex? Why, honey, I

haven’t even begun to vex yet.”

Clay laughed and spun her around, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Ah,

darlin’, I do love you so.”

He slowed the spin so that her feet could touch the ground. She brushed long silken

strands of hair from her face and smiled up at him. “I love you…”

“Come on now, darlin’, it’s not that hard. Say my name.”

Rusty’s eyes sparkled with light, causing a flutter in his belly that was part

anticipation and part sexual. “Once I say it, there’s no going back so you better be sure.”

“Never been surer in my life,” he replied without hesitation.

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“Well just remember, in the years to come when you bitch and moan about all the

vexation I cause you…you asked for this. I love you, Clay.”

Clay literally jumped at what sounded like the clear pure tone of a bell, echoing

throughout the universe, throughout his heart, mind and body.

“What the heck was that?”

“A sealed deal,” she said with a mischievous grin. “You’re stuck with me now, Mr.

Russell.”

“Shit on a stick, are we back to that already?” he complained. “Damn, woman,

what’s it take to get you to say my name?”

Rusty laughed, turned and ran. “Catch me and you’ll find out.”

Little as she was, she could move fast. She led Clay along the base of the ridge,

through a thicket of cedar so dense that he lost sight of her, and into what had to be the

prettiest grove of walnuts and oaks he’d ever seen. Towering three stories high at least,

their massive branches and thick boughs formed an umbrella against the sky. Light

filtered in shafts to the forest floor, carpeted in leaves and spongy soil.

Rusty ducked behind the trunk of a massive oak. Clay circled around the other way

and she ran smack into him.

“Gotcha,” he declared the obvious and took her into his arms.

“Indeed you do,” she breathed, catching her breath. “Question is, what’re you

gonna do with me now that you’ve got me?”

Clay looked around then back at her. “Well, my first inclination isn’t working out

too good, seeing as how we’re in the middle of a forest. Not exactly the ideal spot to

make mad love to your woman.”

“Traditionalist,” she teased and started backing away.

“Come back here,” he made a grab for her.

“Come and get me.”

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Clay watched her backstep to an old oak with twin trunks. Off the side of one, a

large branch, nearly as thick as the trunk it emerged from, stretched almost horizontal

to the ground.

Rusty stopped with her back against the branch. With a coy expression, she slowly

started unbuttoning her shirt.

Clay’s dick swelled at the sight. Inch by inch, she revealed herself to him. Her

nipples tightened as the cool air brushed over them. Rusty turned, draping the shirt on

the branch. With a look over her shoulder at Clay, she unfastened her jeans and began

to work them ever so slowly down her hips.

Beneath the denim was only woman. A sound between a growl and groan came

from Clay as she bent over to pull off her boots, giving him a bird’s-eye view of her

tight ass and pink sex, plump and glistening.

She smiled and straightened then turned to face him, hands cupping her breasts,

thumbs stroking over the hardened buds of her nipples.

Clay was nearly bursting with need at just the sight of her. She was intoxicating,

completely uninhibited and natural in her nudity as if she were part of the forest, a

mythical wood sprite come to tempt him.

Rusty watched Clay’s hazel eyes grow dark with hunger, and his hand move

unconsciously to the length of his erection, straining at his jeans along the inside of his

right thigh.

When he started toward her, she thought of a large sleek puma, his movements

purposeful yet fluid, his eyes smoldering and heat flowing from him that she could feel

despite the distance that separated them.

He divested himself of his boots and socks before he reached her, leaving them

where they fell on the forest floor. Stopping in front of her, he stripped off his shirt,

tossing it across a low-hanging branch. Rusty reached up to trace her fingers from the

firm swell of his chest to the waist of his jeans, all the while, her eyes locked with his.

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Her body yearned for his touch, for the feel of him filling her. His scent alone made

her nipples burn and her sex grow full with need.

She moved her hand lower as he slid out of the jeans. The span of her grip was too

small to encompass his hard shaft but strong enough to make his breath hitch as she

began to stroke him. As she worked one hand up and down the length of his pulsing

cock, the other dipped down to fondle his balls and caress the sensitive skin between

his testicles and anus.

A glistening bead eased from the small opening in the head of his cock. She ran her

index finger over it then raised her hand to her mouth to suck the taste of him from her

finger. It was as strong an aphrodisiac as she’d ever known and her mouth watered for

more. But Clay obviously had other plans.

Clay dislodged her hands before she could make him come. He was already

dangerously close. He placed his hands on either side of her waist and lifted her up to

sit on the branch behind her. Rusty grabbed his shoulders, pulling him forward as she

spread her legs to accommodate his body between them.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her sex, feeling it open like a blossom in

sunlight to his touch. Wet and ready, she wiggled against him.

He smiled and eased off when she tried to push forward, to take him inside her.

Easing her back so that she was bent bowlike over the massive branch where he’d

tossed his shirt, he lowered his head to one breast.

Her breath whooshed out as he rolled her nipples between index fingers and

thumbs. A tremor ran through her that was like fuel to the fire in his veins. To know

that his touch could incite such sensation was intoxicating beyond compare.

He took his time, sucking and laving her nipples until she was moaning with

pleasure and want, reaching to try to take his dick in her hands. Gently but firmly, he

pushed her hands aside, holding them tightly as his mouth began a slow trek down the

center of her body.

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Her clit was a glistening orb of taut flesh that beckoned. He sucked it into his mouth

and Rusty arched, a moan coming from deep inside her that was primal and totally

female.

Releasing her hands, he gently spread the lips of her pussy, lubricating his fingers

with her juice. His tongue circled her clit, flicking at it then circling again as he eased

two fingers into her hot channel.

Her pussy quivered around his fingers, contracting and releasing. With slow,

steady thrusts, he worked his fingers inside her, finding that secret spot that when

stroked had her crying out. Her thighs trembled and her clit hardened to a tight marble.

Clay knew she was close.

He released her hands and raised his head. “Noooo!” she protested. “Don’t stop.”

He smiled down at her, one hand moving to grasp his dick as the other teased the

lips of her pussy. “I want to see you do it. Come for me, darlin’. Show me how much

you want me.”

A thrill unlike any she’d known raced through her. His tone was one of mastery,

that of a man sure of his power over a woman. She was his. That made her pussy weep

with hunger. Never had she surrendered to a man, been his to do with what he wanted,

been a slave to his desire. Never had she imagined she would want to.

Clay had awakened desires within her she hadn’t known existed. Now that the

awakening had occurred, she embraced it wholeheartedly.

With slow flowing movements, she let her hands move up the sides of her chest to

her neck, sweeping her long flow of hair up with her fingers and arching her neck back,

thrusting her breasts high.

Ever so slowly, she worked her hands down, stopping to moisten her fingers in her

mouth then tease her hard nipples, rolling and pinching until the demanding call of her

clit drove her hands lower.

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With both hands, she spread her thighs wide then spread her sex, fingers moving

slowly between the outer and inner lips to meet at the hard bud of her clit.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Clay crooned in a voice rough with desire. “Show me, Rusty.

Show me how bad you want me.”

His voice served to deepen her hunger, the look on his face spurred her on. She

stroked her clit, rubbing until a climax threatened, then slowing to run her fingers down

between the lips to fondle Clay’s finger that teased the opening of her pussy.

“Do it,” he urged. “Come for me. Now, Rusty. Come for me and call my name.”

She almost came right then. Her pussy spasmed, wanting, needing the feel of his

cock seated inside her. Her fingers moved once more to her swollen clit.

It took only seconds before the wave hit. Her body quaked, pulsing sensation

driving her to arch on the limb. “Clay—” Her voice was a harsh whisper, an explosion

of breath.

Clay’s dick throbbed in his hand. At the sound of her crying his name he nearly

came in his own hand. With swift motion, he positioned himself between her trembling

legs. One thrust and the head of his dick speared her hot channel.

“Wait,” she rasped. Wiggling free from him to roll over on her belly, she bent across

the limb with her behind in the air, his discarded shirt bunched beneath her.

Clay almost lost his load at just the sight of her, ass up and legs spread, offering

herself to him. He pulled her legs farther apart, opening her pussy wide. One push and

his dick slid fully into the tight, wet warmth.

Rusty cried out, a wordless moan that sent an electric shock straight to his balls,

making them tighten almost painfully, the sensation was so intense. Gripping the limb,

she pushed back against him, arching so that her belly pressed tight against the limb

and her hips rose higher.

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Clay couldn’t suppress the groan that rumbled from his chest. The sight of his dick

moving in and out of her tight pussy, and her little anus, open and available, was

enough to drive a man mad.

Lubricating his thumb with the juice that flowed from her, he eased it into the tight

hole of her ass, his hand splayed out on her buttock.

She groaned and pressed against him. Her ass was tight and obviously virgin. The

realization that she’d never given that part of herself to another man had him nearly

buckling at the knees to control the orgasm that threatened.

“Relax, darlin’,” he murmured in a voice so rough he didn’t recognize it himself.

“Just relax and let me in.”

“Clay,” she gasped as he worked his thumb into her ass to the first knuckle. “Oh

god…Clay.”

“That’s it,” he encouraged, feeling the vibration that thrummed through her. “Give

it to me, baby. Let me have all of you.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please. Take me, Clay. Take me now.”

It was total surrender he heard in her voice, felt and saw in her body. She pulled her

hips higher, offering him everything.

With one push, the knuckle of his thumb slid within the circle of tight muscle. At

the same time, he sank to the hilt into her pussy, riding her in swift strong strokes.

Rusty screamed his name as an orgasm claimed her. Her pussy tightened on his

dick in pulsing waves as her ass contracted around his thumb. Clay couldn’t hold back

the flood any longer. With a groan, he succumbed to the climax.

Moments or an eternity passed as he rode the waves of sensation that claimed his

body and mind, reality sliding from his grasp as he lost himself in feeling.

When at last reality returned, Rusty slumped limply across the limb. Clay eased

from her body and rolled her over to pull her into his arms. Their lips met, parted and

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joined in a kiss that spoke of love and belonging, their slick skin pressed tightly to one

another.

As their lips finally parted, Rusty reached up to place her hand on the side of his

face. “I love you.”

“Ah, Rusty, darlin’,” he whispered. “You’ve stolen my heart. For me there will

never be another. I love you.

“One thing,” he added and she raised her eyebrows curiously. “Do you think that

maybe one day, we could do this in an actual bed?”