She turns and walks toward her bathroom, disappearing inside for a few moments. When she returns, she’s holding a bottle of lotion.
“Would a massage help it feel better?”
I nod and carefully remove my shirt.
She climbs in next to me and lathers a little of the sweet smelling cream into her hands.
Straddling my waist, the hem of the T-shirt gathers at her hips, revealing her lace thong.
“Look at you,” I say, in awe of her, my hands running up her thighs. “You’re perfect.”
A small smile ghosts her lips, and she places her hands on my bare chest, working them up and over my shoulders and then down my arms.
“Did that hurt?” she asks.
“No.”
“Good. If it does, let me know and I’ll stop.” She repeats the same motion, but this time her hips grind forward against my growing erection.
“Move like that again and I don’t think I’m going to be able to wait much longer.”
Mischief sparkles behind her blue eyes as she lets out a melodic laugh and repeats the motion, moving her hands across my body and rotating her hips again, but this time with more purpose like it’s getting her off too.
My whole body heats as she works me, and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything as hot or as tender as this.
Biting her lower lip, she thrusts her hips forward again, and the feeling is agonizing.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. “I need you.”
Moving off me, she grips the waistband of my sweatpants and boxer briefs, moving them down and over my hips.
My cock springs free, and her hand finds my length. Gently, she runs her palm over the sensitive skin, and my whole body shudders under her touch.
“I need to touch you,” I pant.
Her thumb runs over the head, playing with the studs of my piercing.
“Claire,” I beg. “I’m so fucking desperate for you. Please let me touch you.”
She lets go, and I immediately miss her touch. She quickly removes her underwear, then crawls back up to straddle me again.
With my cock lined at her center, she slowly moves me through her wet slit but doesn’t push me inside, moaning as I graze against her clit.
There is nothing chaste or hurried about what we’re doing. It’s purely intimate. Her eyes find mine for a split second and then dip to wherewe’re touching.
“Do you like this,” she asks, breathless and slowly continuing to tease her pussy with my cock.
“You have no idea,” I say, not pulling my eyes from where we’re joined. She’s drenched just from this, and the desire to fill her barrels through me.
“Make love to me,” I say.
Lifting her hips slightly, she lines me up again and then slides down my length until she’s taken all of me. Her head lolls back, and a loud moan leaves her as she stretches around me.
Tenderly, we begin to move against one another in perfect sync, but she feels too far away.
Sitting up, I move her legs so that they’re around my back. Her hands find the back of my head, running through my hair, and my arms hold her close.
We don’t even feel like two people anymore, so connected that we might as well be one.
