Pleasure whipped through her, uncoiling and arcing between them as he stroked deeper, igniting an untouched place inside her.
“Fuck, Claire. Come with me, sweetheart. Come now.” Luke ground out the words between gasps as his thrusts became more erratic. Desperate.
His command was enough to tip her over the edge, and she was falling, dissolving in the exquisite pleasure of his body filling hers. Luke cupped the back of her head and pulled her to his chest, cradling her as her drove into her, drawing out her climax and releasing his own.
When they were both finally spent, he pulled out of her, disposing of the condom, and then rolled onto his back taking her with him. She rested her head on his chest and listened as his heart rate slowed to normal. He stroked her hair, her back, the side of her cheek. His touch stayed light and undemanding, but he kept his hands moving over her body as they lay together, almost as if after what they’d just shared, he had to stay connected.
Claire was grateful. They didn’t know each other well enough for it to be making love, and it was much too intense for just fucking. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew she’d never felt anything like it before. She’d never felt that complete overwhelming pleasure with another man. Feeling it with Luke scared her to death.
LUKE FELLASLEEP with Claire in his arms and woke up alone. He lay still in the bed for a moment, listening to make sure she wasn’t in the bathroom or somewhere else in the house, but nope. A quick glance around the room showed her clothes and boots were gone. She was gone.
He didn’t know what was going on with them. They hadn’t made each other any promises. Hell, yesterday he hadn’t even been sure that she liked him. The only thing he was sure of was that they were not finished with each other. Nowhere close. He didn’t know what to call what they had between them, but he’d never felt it with another woman.
When she woke him with her lips on his cock, it was all he could do not to fuck her sweet mouth until he came, but God, he needed to taste her. And then she begged him to fuck her. Once he slid inside her tight, wet pussy, it took every ounce of his control to keep from going off. As it was he barely lasted long enough to make her come again.
But he did, and he’d be doing it over and over again.
He was nowhere near to sating his hunger for Claire. He didn’t know what it would take, but one thing was for damn sure. He wouldn’t be going out of town for the weekend without her. She’d have to go with him. He wouldn’t be doing anything without her until he figured out a way to burn her out of his system, and God knew how long that would take.
He climbed out of bed, his already hard cock leading the way. Jesus, just thinking about her had his blood rushing south. He pressed some buttons on the panel outside the shower and stepped into the steamy heat.
Christ, she frustrated the hell out of him. She was strong willed and opinionated and worked too damn hard for her own good. He deliberately ignored the fact that the same thing could be said about him. But fuck she was magnificent, too. Strong, gorgeous, sexy as hell with a passion for sex that rivaled her passion for everything else she did. Having a woman with her strength and power surrender her body to him made him feel like a fucking Viking.
Remembering the feel of her head cradled to his chest while he drove into her and her pussy milked him with tight needy spasms had him reaching for his cock with soapy hands. He’d rather have her bent over in the shower with him, but she’d left, and his hard-on wasn’t going to go away on its own. He fisted his cock with his hand, stroking from root to tip, and pictured Claire sprawled on his bed, her pussy glistening from his mouth and her cream. So tight after she came he had to fight to fill her with his thick cock. Stretching her, taking her while she looked up at him with eyes wide with hunger and need.
He pumped his cock, working his heavy balls with a soapy hand. Squeezing the root tight with his fist, his other hand stroked the fat wide head, mixing beads of precum with the suds. His cock throbbed under his hands and his thighs clenched and flexed as he remembered what Claire looked like when she came. Christ, the look on her face when she shattered for him, pleasure making her soft and vulnerable, he couldn’t wait to see it again.
He picked up his pace, thrusting into his hands while he squeezed and stroked, mimicking the feeling of fucking Claire. Imaging her body wrapped tight around him. In moments, he spurted thick jets at the shower floor, climaxing but no closer to being satisfied.
