I had resigned myself to thinking of her, and fantasizing. I held her image in the dark hours of the night. I’d thought nothing of wrapping my hand around myself and thinking of her to satisfy the need to be with her, but with her soft fingers around me, I began to wonder if I was going to lose my mind.
I leaned forward, pressing my face into the curve of her neck, smelling her, tasting her skin. How I had wondered how she would taste. Now, I would get the pleasure of the flavor. I couldn’t contain myself and she knew it as she watched the pain upon my face. It was a fierce pleasure that wanted to take me away with it, but I wanted to ride it out as much as I wanted to ride her beneath me.
Claudia blushed as my thoughts bounced around the corners of my mind. I felt enriched by her body pressed under me.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked.
Her voice wrapped me up as much as her body did.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice almost a whimper. My breath was harsh as I breathed in and out. Control yourself, I said over and over in my mind. Don’t rush it. I knew she could hear me, but it was something I had to tell myself. You want to make it good for her. You don’t want her to regret this.
I moved my hands over her soft skin, touching places I’d longed to touch. The underside of her breasts, the curve of her belly. I flattened my hand and slid it beneath the hem of her panties. She gasped and her fingers clutched me tightly. I tried not to let myself tremble. I didn’t want her to stop.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked. It seemed like the right thing to ask. She was Claudia, not a prostitute in a local brothel. I was making her mine.