pairing: clay beresford x reader | word count: 1.4k
summary: though Clayton is committed to recovering from a heart transplant, he has no problem with giving you what you want.
warnings: smut (18+), fluff, self pleasuring, thigh riding, begging, not proofread
a/n: not my proudest work ngl. originally posted on my ao3. happy reading!! <3
Your hips twitched and squirmed beneath the bedsheets. You couldnโt sleep, you actually had a difficult time sleeping these past few months without the feeling of Clayton inside you, taking you in ever so slowly.
Itโs been six months since his heart transplant surgery, and he has been concentrating on full recovery since. Of course, at the expense of your guysโ nightly routine. Being deprived of sexual contact did no justice to your own bodyโs desires as seen with your struggle to keep yourself under control.
You eyed your husband, who laid next to you soundly asleep. Again, itโs been six months. If you had to go any longer without any form of sexual activity, you might end up killing yourself.
With a deep inhale, you shimmy in your bed, tugging your pyjama shorts down with your feet, them coming off in a jiffy and you gently kicking them away. Not hard enough for them to make contact with the floor but plenty enough for it to lay on the edge of the mattress. Next came your panties, which were tighter and required more force to remove them so you resorted to your hands. Gently kicking them away, your hands slowly made their way to your aching core which was already wetting. Taking two fingers, you danced over your cunt and began inserting yourself, pleasure washing over you but it didnโt fully hit until the tip of your finger meets your clit.
โOh, thatโs the spot,โ you muttered and then took your palm to your hand to stick your moans. You arch your back into your touch, your hands were a sticky mess already. Brushing your fingers against your clit, you nearly let out a guttural cry but the hand over your mouth prevented it from freeing itself from your lips. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes as you slipped in and out of your cunt.
โGood lord,โ you whined. โClayton,โ
โDo you really miss me that much?โ
You froze with your fingers still encased in your folds. Clayton rolls over on his side to be fully facing you and a smirk teases the corner of his lips, revelling in your palpable embarrassment. You didnโt need a mirror to know you were a blushing mess right now.
โYou didnโt hear all of that, right?โ
Clayton chuckles. โProbably most of it, Iโd say a good ninety nine point nine percent,โ
โSo you heard all of it,โ you narrow your eyes.
You whimper and bury your face in your pillow, humiliation washing over you. You could hear Clayton laugh, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You feel his hand run through your hair.
โClayton, youโre killing me,โ you say, voice muffled thanks to the plush of the pillow. โYou canโt leave me hanging this long and not expect me to fulfill my dirty thoughts.โ
Clayton hums, fingers massaging your scalp. You continue your rambling.
โAnd I know youโre healing, baby. I know. But itโs unfair that I be put through such sexual shortage, donโt you think?โ
Claytonโs amusement only shines when he lets out a hearty laugh. โYouโre dramatic,โ he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. โAll though, if youโre that desperateโฆโ his voice lowers and your head rises.
โIโm listening.โ You propped.
With that familiar smirk that always made your stomach fill up with butterflies, he shifts himself to lay on his back and he spreads his legs. Hand motioning for you, you slowly climb up and settle on his lap. Your hands rest on both of his shoulders to stabilise yourself, and he entwines his fingers with yours while his right hand rests on the softness that is your thigh.
Once you were well adjusted, he began to bend his knee upward, angling it until it made firm contact with your core. You bite your lip to try and restrain a moan but itโs no match.
โGo on, princess,โ he purrs, immediately sending a shock wave down to your cunt. God, you missed thisโ missed his seductive whispers, his gentle way of words to assure you before diving in. โI know youโve been dying for this.โ
His hand, the one encased in yours, moves to grip your other thigh, holding you steady. The intensity of his gaze naturally drew you in and left you with no other choice but to abide.
Thatโs when you dipped yourself between his knee and a ragged gasp drew from your lips.
The sensation was definitely unlike other experiences, but not terrible. Before the surgery, youโd never tried out thigh riding with Clayton before. He would only comply with oral (either one of you receiving, but he mostly preferred to grant you his tongue), doggy style, or his favourite: piv. In a nutshell, Clayton preferred to take the steering wheel. In fact, you wouldnโt mind doing this all night till dawn with him.
Your core is fueled with desire and your pace quickly turns from slow and concentrated to speedy and smooth. Claytonโs smirk shifts to a cheeky grin, basking in your desperation. Perhaps if heโd already recovered in his entirety heโd be taking you under and thrusting his cock inside you. Then again, you were definitely not complaining about this, even under such limits. You became too lost and worked up in the unruly bliss thatโs flooding your senses.
His knee is probably drenched right now.
That thought brought some embarrassment to you, obvious by the way your cheeks flushed pink. Clayton titters at that.
โHmm, youโre embarrassed, are you now?โ He inquires in that warm and gentle tone that he knows damn well heightens your sexual attraction to him. โSo wet for me, what a needy girl.โ
The pet name dragged out a torn groan from deep in your chest and you eventually lost it and started going even faster. You couldnโt fathom how he wasnโt beginning to lose himself in a wave of pleasure. He seemed to be entranced in the harmony of your movements like it was seeing a Renaissance painting for the first time in person.
โDonโt you worry baby, you can make a mess,โ he mutters whilst dragging his fingers along the skin of your leg. โIโll clean myself up when youโve finished.โ
โClayton,โ your voice quivers and you release a strained, โIโm gonna cum.โ
โIโm ready for you whenever you are, my princess.โ
Swallowing hard, you pick up the pace even more and youโre going fast as your lower half possibly could. Your strangled noises dragged on and your grip on his shoulders tightened. Hopefully you left no bruises.
Your back arches in sync with a strained cry, your hips rocking against his thigh. His fingers on your thighs tightened to ensure you didnโt fall over from the climax that was creeping up on you. One of your hands makes its way to his hair and you tug on it in rashness. If it werenโt for his and your own grasp youโd have most likely toppled over by now. He kept whispering what was a mix of sweet nothings and enticing encouragement.
Your mouth formed an โoโ shape as you reached your peak, dissolving into the pleasure. An edged gasp and a shockwave seize your body, and you collapse onto his chest, his arms immediately enclosing you and pressing your form against his torso.
For a moment, you two just lay there. Silence. Nothing but that and your frantic breaths, which hindered with every passing second. Slowly, Claytonโs right hand shifted to sit on the small of your back, right above the curve of your ass. His left hand took the time to stroke your back and fiddle with the ends of your hair. After unwinding from your climax, you propped your chin up on his chest to look him in the eye with nothing but pure adoration. He exchanged your gaze, making your heart flutter. You close your eyes, press a gentle kiss to his collarbone, and rest your cheek against his chest.
โI love you.โ You declared, and you couldnโt see it, but you knew he returned your words with a smile.
โI love you more,โ He said and gently planted a kiss on the top of your head. Youโd retort with a โno, I love you more!โ but to be honest, you were too worn out for an I love you war.
โLetโs hope the maids didnโt hear you.โ
You bit back a giggle that still made its way through your lips, and so did he.
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