SIX
CLAIRE BLEW HIS MIND WITH her response to his touch. Her complete trust and willingness made him determined to coax every bit of pleasure he could from her sweet body. He knew he’d pushed her, but he also knew there was so much more he could give her. And he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her. His cock throbbed, painfully hard and the only thing that had kept him from going off was giving his complete focus to her pleasure.
Watching her fly apart as the orgasms took her, fuck, it was the best aphrodisiac in the world.
She lay limp and spent, bound open so he could see the plug wedged in her ass. Her nipples were red and stretched to tight peaks and her pussy glistened wet from his mouth and her slick heat. She looked at him with such faith and trust shining from her heavy lidded green eyes; his chest tightened making it hard to breathe.
Fuck. He’d taken control of her body and soul. He’d drawn every bit of pleasure from her body and forced orgasm after orgasm from her. He’d left her exhausted and wrung out and she still owned him. She still had the power to make him feel. The honest emotion – fuck who was he kidding – the love in her eyes slayed him.
He backed off the bed, yanking opening his zipper and shedding his slacks and boxer briefs in one quick motion. Fisting his hand around his throbbing cock, he gave it a couple of rough strokes, fighting to hold in the groan of pure need which threatened to escape from his lips. But he knew he couldn’t get there himself. He needed Claire.
Climbing back onto the bed his cock a long hard length in front of him, he knelt beside her head. He cupped her face with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. When she looked at him and licked her lips he felt a bead of pre-cum weep from the aching tip.
“Let me,” she said, her lips parting on a sigh.
He pressed the head of his cock to her sweet mouth, and she sucked him in hungrily. She worked her mouth up and down his length, and he felt the pull of her mouth in his balls as they tightened against his body. He could see her straining to take him in, to lift her head enough to suck him deep into her throat, and he knew if he let her set the pace he’d never last.
Pressing down with his hand on her throat, he held her in place on the pillow, his hand tight enough to take control but not enough to hurt her. She opened her mouth for him, reaching for him with the flat of her tongue, and he thrust inside, fucking her mouth. He only managed a few strokes with his cock in her hot mouth before he felt the orgasm bearing down on him.
He pulled out, running his thumb across her jaw. He had no intention of coming until he’d fucked her everywhere. Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, red from the punishing strokes of his cock, he moved down her body to kneel between her legs. Looking into her eyes, seeing how eager she was to take him after everything he’d done to her, had him counting his breaths and fighting for control.
“Please, baby,” she said, her voice breathless, and her eyes glassy with desire. “I need you now. Please, fuck me, please.”
He pushed aside the feelings – the hunger – her words aroused in him and gripping his cock still slick from her mouth, he ran the head along her seam before pressing himself against her swollen opening. Keeping his gaze locked on her face, trying desperately to concentrate more on her reactions than his need, he cupped her ass with his palms, angling her so he could slide inside. With one smooth stroke, he thrust deep, his balls nudging her ass.
Her eyes fluttered and her breath went out on a long sigh. With her gaze locked on his, he could see she felt it too. The perfect completion. The way their bodies fit together like two halves of the same whole. It stole his reason, the overwhelming rightness of his body wedded to Claire’s. Grasping for control, for anything that would keep him from losing himself inside her, he started to move, sliding out before thrusting back inside her.
“Fuck, Claire. My fucking God, you’re so tight. So good.” He groaned with the effort of holding on long enough to give her one more orgasm, but it was a battle he was losing.
“So full. Feels so full,” she said. “Untie me. I need…oh, God, untie me.”
Grateful for the distraction and needing to be sure she was okay, he stilled, keeping his cock lodged inside her tight pussy, pulling back enough to reach the belt. He opened the buckle and scrambled with the silk tie, finally managing to work the knot loose. As soon as she was free, Claire wrapped herself around him, her legs locked around his hips, and her hands ran over his body like she was starving for him. When he looked down there were tears shining in her eyes and he saw every honest emotion he felt reflected in her eyes.
His breath locked in his throat. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be fucking her, not loving her, but he couldn’t look in her eyes with his body moving inside hers and lie to himself.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I want that sweet ass,” he said, desperate to regain control.
She blinked at him, momentarily frozen in place, but when he pulled out of her she hurried to comply, wobbling a bit on her unused limbs. Steadying her with his hand on her hip, he gripped the base of the plug and pulled it free of her, replacing it with his cock. He was so hard and she was so ready, he thrust inside her and started to fuck her with long punishing strokes.
HER BODY WAS limp, spent, completely worn out and at the same time desperate and needy. Every nerve in her body was alive but with pleasure not pain. When he slid the plug from her body, she’d been overwhelmed with a feeling of relief and loss and then when he slid his cock in its place every thought and feeling she had dissolved, lost in the sensation of his body mastering hers. She pressed her face into the white sheets and arched her back for him, her still tender nipples rubbing the smooth cotton, winding her tighter with each thrust.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. And she loved it. She wanted him to mark her. To own her. To take everything she offered him and more. Matching his rhythm she pushed back to meet him thrust for thrust as he drove them both to the edge of reason. She was hungry, aching, needy, consumed. Wanton.
She felt his thrusts grow erratic, and she reached between her legs to slip her fingers through her slick sex to stroke her clit. She felt her climax pull closer with each circle of her fingertips over the sensitive bundles of nerves.
“That’s it. Fuck yeah, baby,” Luke said, his voice ragged as he took them higher, spiraling to a peak she’d never seen before. “Come for me, Claire.”
She felt his cock twitch and pulse, emptying inside her and that was all it took to throw her over the edge. She was falling, her body tightening around his as her breath caught in her throat, and her vision dimmed, stars flashing behind her eyes.
SHE WAS SO spent; she could barely stand, her muscles limp with pleasure. Luke helped her to the bathroom and turned on the shower but instead of joining her under the hot spray, he kissed her cheek and left. Thinking he’d be waiting for her in the bedroom, she washed quickly careful to avoid the jets which came out of the walls on her overly sensitive skin. She managed to rinse herself clean without getting her hair wet. Climbing out of the shower on still shaky legs, she wrapped herself in one of the big white terry bath sheets hanging on the hook by the door.
When she went back to the bedroom instead of finding Luke, she found a made bed and no evidence of what they’d done together. It shouldn’t matter. He’d made the bed and cleaned up the toys, but for some reason it made her feel lonely and slightly unmoored. After everything they’d done, all the times he’d made her come, she thought they would at least cuddle.
Get a grip, Claire, she thought. After giving her so many orgasms she lost count, it wasn’t like he was going to run away from her. As she looked at the tidy pile of her ruined clothing on the chair in the corner, it struck her how handy it would be to have a few things at Luke’s place if she was going to be staying there. Not moving in together kind of stuff, but she didn’t even have a pair of panties. There was no way she was putting on the old ones.
Opening the top drawer of Luke’s dresser she found a T-shirt long enough to feel more like a dress. She slipped on her bra and pulled the shirt over her head. There was nothing to be done about the panties – or lack of them – but at least in the shirt she didn’t feel naked. She padded down the hallway in her bare feet, still moving carefully on her jelly muscles. Luke was sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of coffee. He gave her a smile and tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying slipped free.
“Are you hungry?” he said, climbing off the bar stool and heading to the refrigerator.
