Free Final Surrender by Jennifer Kacey Page A

off her juice, along with tasting her perfumed skin, jacked him up another notch.
    He prepared to gather more of the wetness, leaking along her ass, coating her thighs and his, when Angela reached up, dragging his face down to her mouth, kissing him hungrily. She moaned when she tasted herself on his tongue.
    She stuttered around most of her words. “Thank you…for…coming home for…me…”
    He ran his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, as she wrapped one leg around his waist and wave after wave of her release swept through her as she shouted his name.
    “Thank you for waiting for me,” Clay whispered in her ear, and he hoped she was too far gone to hear him. “Tonight you are mine for the first time, but not the last,” he added.
    She held on to his body, shaking. Her head fell backwards and he eased her onto the bed.
    He plunged deep inside her, sending shivers to the tips of his toes as he filled her body.
    Clay buried himself to the root as pure sexual energy shot down from his head and up from his toes, firing synapses of nerves he never knew existed. He came with a force which rendered him mute for several seconds, until he felt her pussy clamping down on him again. He claimed her mouth as he came inside her body for the first time, both of them clinging to each other as their hearts raced.
    He would lose the battle he fought within himself. How can I live without her?
    Clay rolled off her flushed body. Her body was in no way able to keep accommodating him, even though he wanted to put out the Do Not Disturb sign and stay a while, and he laughed as her mouth turned down into a pout.
    He got up on shaky legs, took care of the used condom, then came back to bed, chuckling softly.
    “Don’t pout, you,” he teased, pulling her next to his side.
    Angela settled against him like their bodies were made for each other. Candle lights danced shadows across the room while he petted her.
    After a few minutes of silence, Clay asked, “When do I need to get you home?”
    She jerked like she’d almost been asleep and he felt her smile against his chest. She stroked his stomach and he kissed the top of her head. “Not until sometime tomorrow. I was supposed to spend the night with Becca after prom.”
    She snuggled in closer as Clay pulled a comforter over both of them. “Why, sick of me already?”
    “ Hell no. Just wondering how to pace myself.” He hadn’t ever experienced complete contentment before, but he did as Angela kissed his chest and he tucked her closer to his side.
    “Angie?” Clay asked quietly several minutes later, afraid she had already fallen asleep.
    “Yes?”
    “How in the world could you have still been a virgin?”
    Her heartbeat sped up in her wrist and he got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was she going to try and deny it?
    “Umm…well,” was all she said.
    Clay lifted her chin so he could stare into her eyes.
    Sensing her self-consciousness, he kissed her lips then ran his free hand through his hair. Angela leaned up on her elbow and looked down at him.
    “I told you I would wait for you.”
    Clay captured her fragile hand and held it to his chest. Being this close scared the shit out of him.
    “But why, Angela? Why did you…save that for me?” Even to his own ears the question sounded more like a curse. “I didn’t ask you to, you know.”
    Clay looked into her eyes, expecting to see anger or hurt, but she giggled instead.
    “I waited for you because you’re the only one I want.”
    She leaned down and kissed him softly, running her nose along his jaw line, basking in his scent.
    Before he could come up with a response she snuggled next to him again.
    Clay chuckled under his breath as he wrapped the comforter around her.
    “What are you laughing at?” Angela asked as she tried to hide a yawn behind her hand.
    “Not only did I kidnap you from your senior prom, make you kick your date to the curb and bring you back to my apartment so I could have my way with