There’s a decision to be made: pull away or part my lips.
Claire makes the choice for me.
She licks at my lips, her tongue seeking entrance, and I gladly invite her in, welcome mat and all.
She’s tentative, but I let her lead.
The kiss is so tender it makes my throat tighten.
When she pulls away slightly, the scent of beer and wine lingers, and I frown.
“We can take things slow,” she whispers, her eyes clear. “No expectations on my end. I promise.”
I drop my hand from her throat to her forearm. “You sure? Bea’s observant, and I don’t want to confuse her. Plus?—”
“Listen. Clearly, we have sexual chemistry.”
I nearly choke over her bluntness, but she isn’t the least bit fazed.
Focus still locked on my face, not an ounce of embarrassment on hers, she says, “Let’s agree to keep it simple.”
Borrowing a little of her boldness, I ask outright, “Are you suggesting a friends-with-benefits situation?”
She shrugs with a playful smile. “I’m cool with that. Lord knows I could use a respectful man in my life for once.”
“And what makes you so sure I’m respectful?” I smirk.
She removes her glasses and leans back to toss them onto the nightstand. When she sits upright again, she says, “I see the way you treat the guests, personally carrying their luggage to their rooms.”
Tugging her by the waist so she straddles my lap, I growl into her ear. “But I don’t fuck the guests, Claire.”
She rolls her hips in response to my words, and my dick swells. A sigh escapes her, but I suffocate it with my mouth, my lips locked with hers in a rough kiss. I snake my hands around her hips and dig my fingers into her ass over her shirt.
“This okay?”
She nods fervently, her nose brushing against mine.
With her arms around my neck, she grinds against me again,wanton, her shirt riding up as she picks up the pace. The damp heat trapped between us makes me wonder whether I’m leaking or she’s just that wet. I’m desperate to find out.
I slip one hand under her shirt—fuck, she’s not wearing a bra—while I use my free hand to adjust my dick between us.
She moans into my mouth and grinds deeper against my hard length, her movements causing my crown to escape from the elastic of my pants.
Stars dance in my vision. Fuck, I don’t know how much more I can take of this dry-humping shit.
I rub my thumb over her nipple, and she tips her head back, moaning, so damn responsive. When I pinch the hardened peak, I’m rewarded with a gasp.
Releasing my lips, she pulls back. “Wait, wait, wait,” she pants, placing a hand on my chest. “We said we’d go slow.”
I let go of her breast. Reluctantly. “Did we? I don’t remember.”
“Ash,” she huffs. She gives me a small smile, but her hand remains sturdy against me.
Bowing my head, I sigh. “No, you’re right.”
She hops off my lap, and when she notices the tip of my cock, she covers her eyes. “Oh my god. Put that thing back where it came from.”
Chuckling, I stand and stuff myself back into my pants. “Good night, Doc.” I press a chaste kiss to her forehead before turning to leave.
