When Clay settles down, I take a silent breath, easing myself back against his hard, broad body. He stiffens, and I lean back further.
Clay releases a faint chuckle, clearly unto me, but he stays still, so I reach down with both of my hands and squeeze the outsides of his thighs.
“Lil' lamb..." he whispers, shifting again and again, pushing his meaty bulge against my too-covered, too-protected ass.
"Huh?" I innocently hum, feeling like a sense of satisfaction as I relax into him, letting my weight settle atop him, ass-to-bulge in an almost, yet no so innocent manner.
While relaxing, I feel the power of the engine shooting through Clay and into my body—into the parts of my body that enjoy the rumble the most. I take a deep breath as my insides warm all over again, warming down in that
