She whimpered but when he let go of her thighs, she kept her legs open for him. Using his middle finger, he traced the tight ring of her ass slick from his mouth and her arousal. He pressed with the tip of his finger, breaching the muscles, sliding in to his second knuckle before pulling out again. He made two more long smooth strokes before he added a second finger to the first, sliding in and out of her impossibly tight channel.
It wouldn’t be tonight, but someday soon he’d have her bent over so he could take her sweet ass. Just the thought had his cock throbbing along with the beat of his heart. Keeping up the sensuous torture of her clit and her back passage, he used two fingers of his other hand to curve deep inside and stroke gentle arcs just inside her opening.
She tightened around him, letting out small cries in between her gasps of pleasure. Together he used his mouth and hands to drive her on determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from her before he finally fucked her. He sucked on her clit, flicking the tight bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue as his fingers fucked her pussy and her ass, moving his hands in tandem, driving her higher with each stroke.
“I can’t. I can’t take anymore.” Claire’s skin flushed a rosy color and she tossed her head from side to side, oblivious to the precious hairpins.
She tried to close her legs but he blocked them with his shoulders. “Yes, you can,” he said, lifting his mouth from her clit long enough to bite the fleshy mound of her pussy with the perfect amount of pressure to refocus her attention without really hurting her. “Come for me, Claire. I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let go.” He moved his tongue over her clit with firm, wide strokes as his fingers worked inside her tight passages to pull her climax closer.
Her legs viced around his shoulders and the points of her heels dug into his back. He was grateful for the distraction. Feeling the fine tremors running through her body threatened to push him too close to the edge. He flicked her clit with his tongue and found the sweet spot deep in her pussy. Her entire body tightened around him as the orgasm shook her.
“That’s it. Let me have it all.” He murmured the words against her inner thigh, stilling his hands but waiting for the orgasm to start to fade before pulling away from her.
He started to untangle himself so he could go get a condom, cursing himself for not having one close at hand. Claire hooked her legs around his back, her bound hands reaching for him.
“Fuck me, please. Now please.”
Her pleading shot straight to his already throbbing cock. “I will, sweetheart. Nothing could stop me from taking you now. Let me get a condom.”
She looked up at him, bound, vulnerable and spent, emotions he didn’t want to name shining in her eyes. “I’m on the pill,” she said. “And clean.”
Skin to skin. She was offering herself to him completely naked. This afternoon had been an accident and the first time in years he’d been inside a woman without wearing a condom. More than her body, she was offering him her trust.
“Me, too,” he said. “I haven’t been with anyone but you without a condom in years. And God Claire, I want you, your skin against mine. No barrier.”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
Luke stripped off his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Kneeling between her legs, he positioned the tip of his achingly hard cock at her opening.
“Please,” she said, straining to lift her head and shoulders. “Untie me. I want to touch you.”
Emotions warred inside him. If he kept her bound then he could stay in control. And he needed to be in control. He’d slipped much further today than he intended, but there didn’t seem to be much he could deny Claire.
Swallowing hard, he unwound the belt from her wrists. The movement nudged him closer to her center and he forced his hips to still. When he slid inside her, he wanted his total focus to be on how fucking fantastic she felt and her total focus to be on him taking her. Claiming her.
He unclipped the belt tossing it to the side and threaded his fingers through hers. Holding hands, he thrust forward, pushing inside her wet, swollen pussy.
“Look at me, Claire,” he said past teeth gritted with the strain of not unleashing himself to pound into her.
She looked up with eyes gone glassy and he slid the last few inches home, seating himself deep inside her body. Her eyes went wide when he nudged her womb with the tip of his cock, and he almost lost his mind.
“Fuck.” He groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
She tipped her hips, taking him deeper and locked her legs around him, the points on her heels digging into his bare ass. That was all it took to push him over the edge. He bent over her, gathering her to him, cradling her head to his chest. Then he started to move, long punishing strokes that stole his breath and crushed his resolve. Her fingernails dug into his back, every part of her body pulling him closer.
“Sweet Jesus. You feel so fucking good,” he said. “I won’t last. Can you come for me again, sweetheart?”
He coaxed her, rolling his hips to press against her swollen clit and stroke the sweet spot deep inside her. She whimpered into his chest, clutching him with her hands, urging him on with her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her climax broke over her with a sob, and her tight channel milking him as she came was the only permission he needed to let himself go. He drove into her with long hard strokes that grew more desperate and erratic as his climax rolled over him, swamping him and shattering any resolve he had left. With a final hard thrust, he spilled his seed deep inside her.
He pulled her to him, needing to get her as close as possible, losing himself in the sheer joy of holding Claire in his arms. It took a moment for him to realize her face was wet against his chest.
“Baby. Did I hurt you?” He’d lost control at the end, but he thought she’d been right there with him. He pulled away just far enough to look at her while still keeping their bodies joined. Searching her tear streaked face, he looked for some clue to what she was feeling. The honest emotions shining in her eyes knocked him back.
“No,” she said, swiping at unshed tears. “You didn’t hurt me.”
He managed to press a kiss to her sex tousled curls, escaping from the scattered hairpins before he walled himself off from the naked honesty he saw reflected in her eyes.
“Good,” he said, brushing a kiss over her parted lips. When he pulled out and headed to the bathroom for a towel, he could have sworn he heard her whisper, “not yet.”
