Her fist vised tight around the base of his cock, squeezing so hard it would have hurt if the orgasm hadn’t already started. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing up and down on his rock-hard cock. With long, hot strokes she drove him over the edge, pulling the orgasm from him, but with her hand wrapped so tight around his cock he couldn’t ejaculate. He came, but he didn’t cum, and she didn’t stop. She kept going with her mouth, and then moments later her hand in a punishing rhythm that had his desire coiling in on itself.
“Claire, please, God, fuck.” He wasn’t sure if he was begging her to stop or keep going. The feeling was overwhelming. He’d never been so hard in his life. Never wanted anything so much.
He pulled on the bar with so much force he was afraid he’d yank it lose, but it held and she kept going. She sucked and licked, using her hand to stroke the few inches of his cock she couldn’t get in her mouth. His biceps flexed, and his neck bulged with the effort of not touching her, not letting go. He held on with everything he had and took everything she wanted to give him. He threw his head back with a moan, his back bowing as she drove him on.
“Claire, Claire, Claire,” he cried as his balls pulled tight against his body and the orgasm started, spooling out from the base of his spine.
She didn’t stop him this time. Holding him in her fist, she took as much of him in her mouth as she could, sucking hard and swallowing greedily as he shot hot jets of cum down her throat. His climax went on for what felt like forever, and she took it all, everything he had to give, drawing out every bit of his pleasure, leaving him spent and gasping for breath, her name still on his lips.
“Claire,” he said when he could breathe again.
She crawled up his body, fitting herself against his side, her head resting on his chest. “Hmmm?” she said, sounding immensely satisfied with herself.
“Can I hold you now?” It would be a miracle if he could get his hands to unclench, but he needed to have her in his arms. He didn’t think he could stand it if she didn’t let him wrap his body around her.
“Yes, please,” she said, kissing his chest.
Uncurling his fingers, he lowered his hands to stroke the soft, gentle curve of her back. Ignoring the stiffness in his arms, he pulled her tighter against him, nestling her against his side until there wasn’t enough room for a breath of air to pass between them.
“I love you,” he said, pressing his lips to the top of her hair. Now that he’d managed to say the words, he didn’t seem able to stop himself.
“I love you, too, Masters.”
He felt her lips curve against his skin. Completely overwhelmed by the woman in his arms, he drifted to sleep, holding everything in the world that mattered to him.
