She shrugged. “I didn’t meet anyone else like you.”
“Can I take you home? As in to my home?”
She laughed, her breath slightly hitched. “You can take me anywhere, Killian O’Hara. But your place might be a good idea, seeing as all my stuff’s there.”
We walked through the streets holding hands, her body close to mine. “I’m not sharing my bed with you tonight,” she said. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but I need to know I’m doing it because I’ve chosen it not because it’s been a shit day and I need comfort.”
I stopped, turning her to me. “Claire, this is whatever we want it to be. I don’t want to be your comfort blanket. Yeah, I’m dying to fuck you senseless and I swear to all the grass in Galway that you’re giving me nothing but blue balls, but we do this right this time.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong last time.”
“I didn’t fight enough for you.”
We reached my house, the quietness between us hovering like swifts over the ocean with nowhere to land. I wasn’t sure what else to say; I knew she needed to do things in her own way, at her own pace because that was Claire and that was how she worked.
Inside, she took of her shoes and left them at the bottom of the stairs, her height lowering so she was just at my chest. I grasped her waist and held her. “Sleep well,” I said. “Think of me.”
“I’ve never stopped. But if you fucking try to climb in next to me and tempt me I’ll eat your balls for breakfast.”
Her hands around me said otherwise, her touch soft and tender and I took a chance and kissed her, making sure to hold myself back, but even then, the kiss continued to deepen, Claire pushing closer to me, her tits pressed against my chest, her hands trying to map my body. My hands slipped to her ass and I held her in closer to me, the feeling of her nearness after she spent the last lifetime a continent away from me was a relief.
She started to push up my top, her hands everywhere on me and I remembered how demanding she could be, how needy. Soft lips trailed from my mouth to my chest, sucking and biting at my skin. I cupped her tits through her clothes, feeling my cock harden further. As she slid further down I wondered whether I should stop her, whether we needed to leave it longer before it became more complicated, but how the fuck could it get any more complicated?
Her fingers undid the button and the zip of my jeans, soft hands pushing them down over my hips and she went to her knees. Brown eyes looked up at me, wide and teasing. “Thought I’d have dessert,” she said, a hand firmly taking my cock at the base. She licked the head, tipping her tongue at the slit and lapping at the drips of pre-come that lingered there. “Want me to stop?”
I searched for words. “No,” I said. “I don’t have that level of will power.” I pushed my fingers through her hair, and then she took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked hard then soft, her hand rubbing me up and down, using the wetness from her mouth to lubricate her movements. Before we’d first slept together, blow jobs were how we’d gotten each other off. I hadn’t been the first man she’d gone down on and I never thought about how she’d perfected her technique, preferring to think that it was just how we were together that made us so good. She cupped my balls, tightened her grip around my cock and I clutched the sideboard in the hallway to steady my legs. I was almost there, about to shoot down her throat and just about remembering my manners. “Claire, I’m gonna…”
She responded by sucking harder, taking me deeper in her mouth. I gripped her hair, trying not to pull, the tingling sensation raising up my spine and blinding me telling me I was about to come. I said her name as I did, watching her as she took everything that I gave and my hands went to her face, gentling her, touching her as tenderly as I could. “Claire,” I said, only able to say her name, all other words were out of my reach.
She held my cock as she moved her mouth away and gave me a smile. “You’re the only man I’ve gone on my knees for.”
I dropped to mine, touching her lips with mine and ignoring the taste of me. “My turn,” I said, then ran my hands down to her breasts, over the material, feeling her nipples harden at the friction. I pinched them softly then again, harder. She whimpered. “Take your dress off. And your bra.”
As much as we had always fought and bickered and debated, she loved being told what to do when we were in bed or, in this case, in the hallway. She pulled off her top, leaving me with the view of a lacy bra, her dark nipples visible through the material. Her tits were bigger now, rounder and fuller and I couldn’t take my eyes from them.
“Like what you see?” she said, laughter in her voice.
“Fuck yes,” I said, spellbound as she unsnapped her bra. I took a nipple in my mouth, holding her waist and lapped and sucked, bringing her down onto my lap, just her panties separating us. My fingers found between her legs, pushing the material to one side. She was wet, her juices leaking onto my finger and I teased around her entrance, nudging her clit and pushing in the tip of a finger. Her hips jerked and she moaned. “These panties need to come off.” I manoeuvred her legs to bare her completely then lay back, looking up at her naked above me. My fingers pinched her nipples again and I squeezed her tits softly. Her wetness gleamed between her legs and I licked my lips, shifting my hands so I could pull her hips towards my face, pulling her down to my face. The moan that came from her made my dick go hard again, but it could wait.
My tongue flicked her clit and then I sucked, dipping into her centre. I wanted to fuck her, but this, right now, felt right. I held her hips, my hands supporting her ass, fingers on one hand close enough to sneak into her tight pussy when she was near.
Her taste was sweet with a hint of salt; honey to my tongue. I watched her squeezing her nipples as she rode my face, feeling her wetness leaking faster. “I want you in me,” she said, her eyes closed, tits heaving. “I want to feel you fucking me like you used to.”
I pushed two fingers into her, my tongue focusing on her clit. Her legs turned to steel, hard and motionless and she cried out as she came hard, her muscles contracting around my fingers, my face covered with her juices.
Her breathing levelled and she moved away, her face breaking out into a smile and we both started to laugh. “You’re covered with me,” she said. “I’ve wet your beard.”
I licked my lips. “I’ll be tasting you for a week.”
Her laugh was louder. “That’s unsanitary. But you can taste me properly whenever you want.” She glanced back and I knew she was looking at my cock that was now fully hard and hoping he was spending the night in a warm, tight place.
Sitting up, I brought her down to my lap, my erection in between us. It would be so easy to go further right now, especially as she pressed closer, her clit against my cock, tits there for the touching.
“We should go to bed,” I said. “And not together.” I must’ve had the conscience of a monk at that point.
“Why not?” Her eyes were heavy with want and need.
“Time,” I said. “Let’s try to enjoy the wait.” I lifted her off me and kissed her as sweetly as I could.
