I wait for her to make the first move, she needs to know that she’s the one in control right now. I’ve hurt her too much in the past, and I will never do that again. She needs to know that she can trust me. She also needs to know that her sexual experiences are up to her, that people don’t just get to take what they want without her say so.
If she decides she wants to wait longer, stop all of this and go back downstairs, then we will. If she wants to completely swear off sex forever, I’ll do the same. I don’t care, as long as she’s happy.
Before I have the chance to tell her any of this, she crashes her lips against mine. A blistering hot kiss, like she’s been starved of the only thing she’s ever wanted.
A low groan escapes me, pulling deep from my gut as my hands move up to hold her hips. I can feel her muscles flexing as she grinds on top of me. She’s tiny, almost nothing to her, but the muscles in her legs are strong from years of skating.
She’s telling me how much she hates me —and loves me— all at the same time. Showing me that she hates how much she missed me after all that I did, this is a fire fuelled moment and I am consuming all of it before it can be ripped away from me.
Claire leans back, slowly pulling away from me until she’s standing at the foot of the bed, her absence actually physically pains me, and for a second I think she’s about to change her mind before she starts ripping her clothes off.
My mouth waters at the sight of her. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I go to follow her lead until she stops me, “I’m going to torture you St. James, I’m going to tease you until you’re practically begging me to give you what you want.”
My heart rate sky-rockets. She’s taking every ounce of control there is and absolutely dominating me with it. She’s the sexiest woman I have ever met in my life, I would let her dominate me every day and night if she wanted to.
I’m at this woman’s mercy, I come completely undone when I’m near her and I have no urge to stop it.
She stalks towards me, slowly, painfully, until she’s back on my lap and holding my head. Her lips come so close to mine,soclose that I actually push forwards just to feel them again, but she pulls away before I have the chance.
Her lips hover over the skin of my neck, close enough to send chills down my spine. She touches me all over, teasing me just like she promised until I whine, “baby, you’re killing me here.”
“Keep your hands to yourself St. James, and I might play nice later.”
Holy shit. This woman is going to kill me one day… but in the best way possible. She’s everything, fucking everything.
“Please don’t make me regret this” she whispers.
“Darling, I will never make you regret anything ever again.”
She takes a shuttering breath before resting her head on my chest, “I don’t think I like having all this power. I don’t like feeling like I control people. Control makes you crazy, it makes you mean.”
I take her hands and place them on the back of my shoulders, then grab her face and rest my forehead on hers. “You will always have control over me, Claire Taylor. You are the brightest thing this world has ever seen and there is nothing you can do to dim that light. You are the farthest thing from mean, there isn’t a mean bone in your body.” I mean every word, she’s the kindest person I have ever met. She does everything she can to make the people around her happy, and even if she doesn’t see it herself, she’s loved deeply. “Control isn’t always a bad thing” I continue. “You can have it without being a wrecking ball, but if you want me to take over I will.”
“Take over” she pleads. “I don’t know if I like this version of myself.”
“I love it.” I flip us over, hovering overtop of her as I glance down her amazing body, “I’ve got you baby.” I kiss her gentle and sweet, allowing my hands to touch her. To touch her where I’ve been craving to, to touch her and show her that not everything is bad in this world… not everything is out to hurt her.
She moans, feeling me getting closer and closer to her core. Her eyes beg me not to stop, and when I finally touch her where her body craves friction, she arches into my touch and whimpers.
I let my fingers trace lazy circles over her clit, exploring every inch of her and drinking in the sight of her shaking underneath me. She’s soaking.
She continues to make the most amazing sounds, drawing every primal instinct out of me until I lose it completely. I jump off the bed, pulling her legs towards me until she’s hanging off the edge.
My body moves before I can think, my tongue darts out, licking her entirely. She moans and grabs onto the back of my head, urging me to continue… so I do. I lap her up like she’s water and I’ve been lost in the desert for years. I swirl my tongue and trace circles around her clit until I can feel her heartbeat.
“Lucas” she breathes, “don’t stop.”
I lick my lips, “never sweetheart.” I keep going, inserting a finger until her moans become higher and faster. Her pussy clenches onto my fingers the moment I enter them inside of her, and she screams out. If there wasn’t a party going on downstairs —which I’ve kinda forgotten about until now— I would be worried about someone hearing us. But everyone is too drunk, and the music is too loud, for anyone to notice.
Her body trembles under my touch, but I can’t stop. I need to make her cum more times than she ever has before. It’s like this dark part of me needs to show her I’m the only one who can make her feel good, that no man can do what I do.
I want to show her she was made for me. We fit together like a puzzle, completing one another. She’s my woman, and I’m going to show her how well I treat my woman.
“It’s too much” she cries.
I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her in place. “Stay still, it’s going to feel so good when you cum on my face again.”
