He touched her as if he’d never seen skin before, or felt heat on his face.Each kiss, each nibble, made her feel cherished.She swiveled her hips, wanting him closer, deeper.
It didn’t take long.Her legs began to shake and her hands found purchase in his hair.A whirlwind of mad energy cycled inside her, ravaging every limb.Nick sucked and feasted, dragging his fingernails over her ass.She cried out his name, and he whispered hers against her skin.
It was almost too much.
Too much pleasure, too much wonder.
Too much wanting.
God, how she wanted him.
Only as her orgasm started to wane did he move.He produced a condom from the bedside table drawer and quickly rolled it on.
Carried away on a wave of strange emotion, Claire could only lie limp.His face tight with passion, Nick dragged her closer and moved between her thighs.
“I’ve got you, my Claire,” he murmured.
My Claire.
She could barely ponder the meaning behind the words before he quietly cursed.
His erection had lost some of itsoomphand he was stroking it to bring it back to life.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“Are you okay?”
There were so many conflicting emotions in his eyes, but the one that hit home was his vehement desire.That, and something that looked an awful lot like fear.
“I, um,” he said, still stroking, “I’m just in my head a little bit.”
“Want to talk it out?”
“No.”
That hurt more than she would have expected.“Okay.Take your time.Try going to your happy place.”
His half smile almost shattered what was left of her walls.“That’s easy.You’re right here.”
Her eyes stung but she blinked until the sensation disappeared.
As for Nick, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply.He continued to touch himself and Claire watched, rapt.He was so goddamn beautiful, and to know he was comfortable enough to share this experience almost winded her.
It wasn’t long before his dick was gloriously erect.Claire wanted to cheer, but figured it might not be appropriate.
His jaw tight, he drove inside her.
Caressing the length of his strong back, she held him close.How was it that she could never seem to get close enough?
It hardly mattered.She’d held on to Arthur too, but he’d been taken from her.
So she held Nick with greater ferocity, digging her nails into his back.
“Aw, fuck.So good.”
“Yes,” she encouraged him.“So very good.”
“Look at me.”
