Her lips curve as she threads her fingers through my hair. “Is that right?”
I slowly nod. “It is.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She places her hand on my shoulders, encouraging me to slide down her body. But just like when I undressed her, I take my time, relishing the feel of her soft skin.
I pull a nipple between my lips, circling my tongue, then bite softly. She moans, her nails digging harder into my scalp. But she doesn’t ask me to stop. Doesn’t ask me to hurry. She stays in the moment with me.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same treatment before snaking down her frame, tasting every single inch of skin. As I do, Claire grows even more needy, her hips circling in desperation, her chest heaving through her ragged breaths.
God, I love watching her unravel like this. Love seeing how much I turn her on. Love how damn responsive she is.
I’ve never been with another woman like her. Sure, they did all the right things. Moaned when I touched them. Cried out when I fucked them.
But it was never like this. Never felt like they were on the brink of combusting from just my touch.
And I never felt this sort of raw desperation like I do with Claire.
I hesitate as I reach her waist, lifting my eyes to meet hers. They’re fiery, full of hunger and want and need.
And I love that I do this to her.
“Go on, Declan,” she encourages as she slides a hand down her stomach and begins to rub her clit. “Put your toy in your mouth.”
I groan, pushing her thighs farther apart. For several seconds, I watch as Claire touches herself. It’s killing me not to taste her. Not to bury my face in her cunt, but I love watching her do this, too. Love seeing how comfortable she is with me now, especially after how nervous she was doing this in front of me mere weeks ago.
“Tell me, Claire,” I rasp out, licking my lips as my tongue salivates with the promise of her taste.
“Yes, Declan,” she moans.
“Whenever you’ve touched yourself over the past few weeks, did you think of me?”
“God, yes.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Everything.” She rubs herself faster, and I press a hand to her wrist, preventing her from touching herself.
“Tell me,” I admonish. “Tell me exactly what you were thinking.”
“How incredible it felt when you fucked me. How you gave me what I needed. How you didn’t judge me for wanting you to spank me or bite me or pull my hair.”
I move up her body, cupping her cheeks. “I wouldneverjudge you for sharing your desires. There’s nothing wrong with liking what you do.” I give her a slight smile. “And it just so happens I like the same things.”
I press my lips back to hers, our tongues touching briefly before I pull away and settle back between her legs, pushing her thighs even wider.
“Now, I want you to come on my tongue, Claire.”
I slide my tongue up her center before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. I can’t help the groan that escapes from the taste of her. It’s like I’ve been starving without even knowing it. Every sound she makes vibrates through me, each one pulling me deeper under.
I give her what she likes, what she needs, sucking and nibbling on her clit as I push a finger inside her, then another. It doesn’t take long for her body to tense. She grips my hair, as if needing something to keep her grounded, fighting the inevitable. But it’s a losing battle. The last few weeks have taught me that.
“Come on, Claire.” I increase my motions, thrusting my fingers in and out of her with even more urgency. “Don’t fight it, baby. Come for me. Now.”
I give her pussy a light slap, and it’s like a hairpin trigger, her body spasming around me as she cries out my name. I should savor this, but I don’t. I need to be inside her. Now.
I climb back over her, bringing my erection up to her entrance. Then I thrust into her, her walls clenching around me like they never want to let me go. My hands cradle her face, our ragged breaths crashing in the space between us.
