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listen as Claire's breathing returns to normal, and for a moment, I think she has fallen asleep. A smile plays over my lips, knowing I’ve made her come twice in a short amount of time, so her need for rest is expected. Only the smallest hint of disappointment makes me sigh. There will be time for more later. Lots of time.
“What are you thinking?” I hear her ask where she rests against me. I can't see her face, but her voice does not sound sleepy at all. Instead, it is slightly husky. Raising an eyebrow at this unexpected turn of events, I sweep a finger through the hair at her temple and tuck it behind an ear.
“I thought you were asleep,” I respond and this makes her sit up and turn toward me. Her eyes lock with mine. There is a serious, sexy look there.
“Trust me, I’m not thinking about sleeping right now,” she says and slides her hands up my body, reaching for the top button on my shirt. “You keep making me feel like that, and I promise I won’t be going to sleep. Not until I give you something back.” I suck in my breath at her words, and a burn of excitement runs down me as her fingers move to the next button. “But you need to help me.” She tosses her head with a nervous laugh causing her long hair to cascade to the side. She looks incredibly sexy, but I don’t interrupt her or try to take over. This is all her. “Because once again, I have no idea what I am doing.”
She’s on the fourth button, revealing the sports bra underneath. “You’re doing great so far,” I encourage and finally my shirt is unbuttoned, and she is pulling the hem free of my pants.
“How about we start by taking this off?” she asks, a hint of playful mixing in with the sultry while she runs a hand over my bra, grazing the tips of my nipples showing hard through the fabric.
“We can,” I say with a smile as I slip out of my shirt, and then pull the sports bra over my head. As soon as it is free, Claire moves closer and kisses me. Her mouth is hungry on mine, but before I can do much in response, she moves to my neck. I lie back again, waiting to see what she will do next, and I am not disappointed as she continues to move her mouth over my skin. Her breath is hot on me, and I shiver with excitement watching her move to take my hard nipple in her mouth. Tentatively at first, it is sweet torture from the gentleness of the hesitant touch, but when I gasp, she gains confidence.
Pulling me into her mouth, she teases by flicking her tongue over the rigidness she seems to enjoy finding there. “Christ,” I growl, and she smiles while nipping at me with her teeth. I buck in response. She's killing me, and it feels so good to know I am her first. “I'm going to make you pay for teasing me.” Claire's answer is a long, hard suck on the nipple before she slides her body down mine while trailing kisses along the naked flesh of my stomach. The sensation of her full lips on me makes me shiver. This moment is incredibly erotic, and I cannot stop squirming.
She smiles again at my response. “You like what I am doing?”
“I do.”
Moving down further, her hands slide to my belt, and anticipation makes me grit my teeth. Claire's slow seduction tests my every restraint. With a tug, the buckle opens, and she snakes the thing free of my hips before dropping it to the floor. Again, the simplest of these movements almost overwhelms me. The removing of my belt alone makes me wet. “May I unbutton your pants?” she asks, and I like this very much. As assertive as she is being, she remembers I am in charge after all.
“Yes,” I reply, and her slow torture continues as she unfastens the button and takes down the zipper. Her lips graze the skin she finds just above my briefs. I can’t suppress a moan and tip my head back.
“Is this okay?” she breathes.
“Very okay.” I sense her appreciation of my encouragement, and in response, she reaches inside my waistband to tug down my pants. I reach down to help her and, in a moment, I am free of everything and am naked on the couch for her. Her eyes skim my body, and there is a mixture of appreciation, but also nervousness. “Only do this if you really want to,” I whisper. She looks at me, and our gaze holds.
“I want you,” she says, her voice low and full of desire. All I do is nod, waiting to see what she will do next and when she runs her hands up my thighs, the feel of it is so intense it almost burns me. I nearly lose my restraint. Flipping her over and fucking her is a craving I can barely resist. Biting my lip, I slow my breathing. Strangely, I suddenly feel like this is my first time too, and the ache in my body is not just between my legs, but also in my heart. That can't happen, and I start to sit up, needing to change our positions, but then she kisses the inside of my thigh, letting her tongue caress me, and I am overwhelmed with wanting to feel her mouth on me.
It is slow torture as she navigates higher up my thigh until she is poised just over my sex, and I tremble in anticipation. I am rewarded by the slow, cautious feel of her tongue dipping between my swollen lips. As she brushes my clit, I gasp. A moan comes from her throat as she continues to explore, and I close my eyes, letting my senses all focus on what she is doing with her mouth.
I’ve had sex with countless women, often letting them go down on me as part of the foreplay before I fuck them senseless. This is different. My need to come is intense, but there is an exquisiteness in her touch, and I want it to last. Perhaps forever.
“Is this okay?” I hear her ask, breathless.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”
She doesn’t and begins to move faster, with more confidence. Her mouth covers my clit, and she sucks on me while I try to hold still. It is impossible, and I thrust my hips against her mouth, wanting her and unable to contain myself. To keep contact, she slips an arm around my thighs and holds me against her as she licks her tongue back and forth over my clit. The intensity makes me growl low in my throat. I need more. “Touch me,” I demand, but the sound to my ears is more like a plea. What is happening to me? I can’t let go. Not like this, yet something inside me wants to give myself to her. Only to her.
I don’t know what to expect next, knowing she is a virgin at this, but I am rewarded with the feel of her hand sliding along my thigh and then her finger moving inside me. I am incredibly tight, and the sensation of being filled makes me cry out. Her mouth is back on my clit while she very slowly moves her hand back and forth, drawing me out. The touch of her inside me, something I rarely want, makes me feel so vulnerable and desired, I can hardly breathe. “Claire,” I choke out. “Oh, God, who are you?” The tables have turned. She is about to make me come harder than I have in a long time. I quicken the pace of my hips thrusting, and she responds in kind, fucking me faster. Grabbing out with my hand, I take a handful of her long hair, almost desperate to find some sense of control again. Then, it doesn't matter, and the wave of my orgasm starts to overwhelm me. I fear for a second I will drown in it, but then the feeling of complete release crashes over me. I shake my head from side to side and hear someone whimpering. I know it is from my own throat, which is impossible. I never give in like this. Never.
Only when I stop shaking do I feel her pull away from me and crawl up my body to take me in her arms. There are no words to say, so she kisses me. Unlike the heat from our earlier embraces, there is tenderness. She has captured me. Somehow, when I wasn’t paying attention, she found a way in. As I let sleep pull at me, I don’t know what I will do about it.