“That’s it, sweetheart. Take it all.” He slid his finger in deeper and then pulled out, using two fingers to breach the tight ring of muscles the next time. The pinch and sting of his fingers inside her combined with the steady touch of his thumb on her clit had her teetering on the edge of climax. “First you need to come for me,” he said, nipping her ear between his teeth. “Then I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy with my cock while I finger fuck your ass until you come again. Do you understand?”
The pleasure was so intense; she nodded, unable to form words. He made fast firm circles with his thumb on her clit and long slow strokes with his fingers.
“Now, Claire. Come now.”
His words tipped her over the edge and the orgasm arced through her, bowing her back and stealing her breath. Her body hadn’t stopped spasming in pleasure before he slid a condom down his length and pushed inside her with one hard thrust. He thrust inside, every stroke of his cock lifting her onto her toes. His hand worked in sync with his body, setting up a push pull that drew out the last bit of her climax. He kept up his punishing rhythm and she felt the familiar pleasure build again.
His strokes became erratic, hard and fast as he got closer to his climax. Knowing that it was her body that stole his control, that it was her he wanted was enough to send her own climax whipping through her.
“Fuck Luke, fuck. Coming again.” She panted. “I’m coming again.”
As if he’d been waiting for her permission, he grabbed her hips with both hands and drove into her until his climax rolled over him. He let out a groan that rumbled against her ear, and she felt his cock pulse deep inside her, throbbing with his release.
LUKE LIKEDWAKING with Claire in his arms a lot more than he was comfortable admitting. The alarm went off a few hours after they fell asleep – not nearly long enough for either of them to feel rested. His reserves may have been deeper than sleep deprived Claire, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to pull her in tighter and drift back into the warm cocoon they’d made together.
She lay draped over his body, her head resting on his chest, her auburn hair making a silky fan on his skin. Relaxed in sleep, her face looked sweet and so young. A fierce urge to protect her welled up inside him, and he tightened his arms around her, cupping her head with his hand. Not only had he let her into his house, he’d let her into his bed, and if he wasn’t careful, he was sure she’d find her way in even deeper.
He looked down her sleeping body to the swell of her gorgeous ass, and his already hard cock throbbed. It didn’t have to be more than this. He was excellent at maintaining control. He’d gone into this arrangement with Claire looking for pleasure, sex and her sweet surrender. There was no reason for the situation to change simply because he liked holding her and wanted to protect her. She was exceptional. He respected how hard she worked, her drive and determination, even if it meant she didn’t take care of herself. He could fix that part and keep their relationship focused on pleasure without falling into a deeper emotional tangle.
And God knows there’d already been pleasure. Fucking Claire was amazing. She was open, responsive, and he wanted to take her every way he could. Over and over again. He’d give her as many orgasms as she could handle and take as many as he could get. He had no indication that she wanted anything more, and he sure as hell didn’t - although the thought didn’t sit comfortably with him. Fucking fantastic sex between consenting adults had always been his plan.
He looked down at the inky fringe of lashes resting against her pale skin. She was exhausted; he knew she was, and he ought to let her sleep. A gentleman would let her rest.
No one had ever accused him of being a gentleman.
Shifting, he rolled her onto her back and moved down her body, settling himself between her legs. Parting her pussy lips with his thumbs he went to work at destroying her with his lips and teeth and tongue. Waking her in the best way possible.
