“Hilarious,” I deadpan, tickling her sides.
“Stop,” she whines. “The movie is starting.”
Settling into one another, I hold her close, knowing without a doubt that she is it for me.
Chapter 38: Gimme Three
Claire
Tonight has been everything I could have ever imagined. I feel myself falling hard for Everett, and I know there’s no going back. The kiss we shared under the tree lit something within me, and I know he wants me like that too. I can feel it.
“Thank you for making tonight so magical,” I say, crawling under the covers next to him.
“I’d do anything for you,” he assures me, pulling me back into him tightly and causing my ass to brush up against his crotch.
“Claire,” he warns, his voice dripping with desire. I love that I have this effect on him. That all it takes to turn him on is an innocent, or not so innocent, graze of my ass against his cock.
“What?” I feign, need already rippling through me as I anticipate what he’ll do next.
“Didn’t you just turn off that Christmas movie because you were tired. You move like that again, and you won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.”
“Promise?” I purr, pushing my hips back again. In one swift movement, he tangles my legs with his, completely restricting my movement and giving him access to all of me.
He presses his lips to my neck, and his hand trails down my abdomen toward the top of my underwear.
“You have no idea what you just started,” he teases.
“Oh, I think I do.”
His fingers toy with the silky fabric, and I push back again,finding his erection. Tilting my head, I expose more of my neck to him. His mouth sucks gently on my sensitive skin, and I guide his hand lower.
“Touch me,” I beg.
He chuckles against me and spreads my legs a little further apart using his. My breaths grow heavy as I anticipate his touch. Gliding his hand down, his fingers tease my wet slit, and I let out a moan as he finds my clit. Circling it gently, I writhe my hips back again.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he says.
I begin to pant under his touch as he continues to apply the perfect pressure, sliding two fingers deep inside me, curling them at the perfect angle.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice firm and low. “Want me to play with your perfect pussy until you soak my hand.”
Fuck, I like when he talks like this. I like when he takes control and makes me beg.
“No,” I breathe out.
“No?” he questions, pushing deeper inside me.
“I want more than…” His thumb presses against my clit, and my head lolls back. “I want more than just your hand.”
“Patience,” he says. “I’m just getting started.”
He curls his fingers inside me, and pressure begins to build between my legs.
“Everett,” I moan, as he removes his hand, stopping my climax in its tracks, and leaving me desperate and frustrated. Slowly, he runs his hand up and under my sleep shirt and grinds his hips forward.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, desperate for more. “Touch me again.”
Running his thumb and finger over my peaked nipple, he pinches gently, and his warm breath tickles the back of my neck, causing me to shudder underneath him.
