Her pink, plump, pouty lips were right there in front of me, begging me to take them.
I dodged her attempt and went straight for her neck, peppering it with kisses and nips making her moan and writhe against me. Rubbing my weeping cock against her centre, Claire moaned, pressing down further. We rubbed up against each other rutting like animals. My fingers bit into her perfect peach-shaped arse.
“Seth…I need…”
“I know what you need,” I replied, dipping my head and sucking on the skin of her boob spilling out of her top.
“Harder,” she begged breathlessly as she dug her nails into my shoulders.
Biting on her nipple through the lace of her bra and the thin material of her shirt was enough to have her screaming my name. With her eyes rolling back in her head, somehow Claire managed to cling even tighter to me. I should’ve stopped then, but I couldn’t. I was too close. If I didn’t come soon my balls were going to explode. Feeling the warmth from her pussy as she flooded her panties, riding out the waves of her orgasm, my spine tingled, and I could feel the pressure building.
Claire must’ve known how close I was because she lifted her tired, satisfied eyes and locked them with mine. “I want to come all over your tits,” I whispered before nipping on her ear lobe. I don’t know if it was her mouth or the words that were coming from it, but I was hurtling at a million miles an hour towards the finish line and nothing was going to be able to stop me. One more thrust against the heat of her and I exploded in my pants not even a little bit embarrassed.
Standing still, with Claire sated and in my arms, our foreheads touching we gasped for breath. Guess we’d broken in the fridge. I wonder what was next.
When she wriggled, I let her slide down my body making sure she knew about the mess she was one hundred percent responsible for.
When her toes touched the ground, Claire reached for my hand. “Come on, big boy. Let’s get you cleaned up so I can get you dirty again.”
Who was I to argue with that?
After a shower that included the world’s best blow job and me finishing all over Claire’s beautiful boobs, we managed to get cleaned up just as the water started to run cold. With her wearing a pair of my boxers and a t-shirt, we were lying in her fort eating popcorn and Skittles.
“So, are you telling me you called my brother, and he helped you break in so you could do all this?”
“Not exactly.”
Claire looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Like she’d been busted. I was dying to know what went down, but the last thing I wanted her to do was to feel bad about it.
“I called Emma. She made Bryce do it, so you can’t be mad at him.”
Rolling her underneath me, I cupped her face in my hands. I wanted there to be no misunderstandings. “I’m not mad. Do I feel mad?” I asked, pressing my swelling cock against her thigh. How I was ready to go again I had no idea, Claire just seemed to bring it out in me.
“You feel…”
This woman was a witch. A bewildering temptress who had me completely mesmerised.
Snaking her hands down between us, she stroked me through my shorts. My hips started moving on their own. But I’d already blown my load in my pants once this afternoon, there was no way I was going to be making a habit of it.
As much as it pained me, as much as my dick was going to hate me for it, I grabbed her wrist halting her games. Without missing a beat, I leaned down and kissed the pout straight off her.
“Focus, Claire.”
“It’s so hard…” When she winked, I knew she wasn’t talking about the conversation.
“Claire!”
“Fine, spoilsport. I spoke to Emma; Emma spoke to Bryce. Bryce rang maintenance. Happy now?”
“Very. But I still have one question.”
“Yes?”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yeah. Why’d you do all this for me?” I asked, genuinely perplexed. I definitely didn’t deserve all this.
“Honestly, because when I saw you sitting on the bench on Sunday…”
“Don’t remind me.” That still stung.
“When I saw you sitting there, you looked so sad I wanted to do something to cheer you up. But then you were a bit of a dick, not even bothering to call so I got pissed. Once I calmed down, I realised I was just being a drama queen, and you needed something good to happen to make you smile. So, I thought, what better way of celebrating your new place than fucking in a blanket fort.”
“Gotta be honest, I’ve never fucked in a blanket fort before.” I smiled down at her as my heart swelled.
She’d done all of this just to cheer me up because I was acting like a big baby because I didn’t get to play football on the weekend. I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve her, but I was sure as shit not giving her up any time soon. Or ever.
“Well then…let me be the one to pop your blanket fort cherry.”
