Heat flares between us, thick and real. He backs away, giving me space.
Erik
She follows my instructions beautifully, and lies there, waiting for me. Hovering over her, I reach up and grab one of her wrists, lifting it above her head, locking my fingers around hers in a strong, vise-like grip. “Hand up,” I grunt lowly.
She blinks at me in surprise, but she doesn’t fight me. Good girl. She just lies there, panting slightly as I step forward and begin to crawl onto the bed. Then, without another word, I devour her mouth. It’s lustful and fierce, passionate and needy, as I thrust her further up the bed.
My hands are already traveling south, caressing the curve of her hips. Claire giggles when I slam myself against her and kiss her fiercely.
Our lips crash together, tongues wrestling and intertwining. I fumble with the buttons on my shirt, trying to get it off. Claire’s hands are just as eager on mine, tugging impatiently at fabric, nails scratching up and down my back deliciously.
It’s not long before I rip free of clothing, groaning when I cup her full breasts in my hands. Claire's nipples harden against my thumbs as her hands scramble up my body.
“Erik,” Claire whimpers between kisses, and I laugh throatily against her skin as I kiss a trail down her collarbone and neck.
Her eyes darken with lust as she stares up at my naked body. I’m rock hard, my cock leaking pre-cum at her, and I feel like I’m already losing my mind.
I pick up a pair of handcuffs on my nightstand at the side of the bed I sleep on. Holding them up to her, I sternly command,“Turn over.” Claire complies, pivoting to face away from me, revealing her enticing bottom. Round and smooth, I can’t help but squeeze it, making her moan lightly. Snapping one cuff on her wrist, I attach it to the headboard. “Now you are completely mine to toy with.” I whisper into her ear, hot breath ghosting over her skin. Lightly, I bite her earlobe, causing her to shudder.
“At your mercy, Sir,” Claire purrs, her breath hot against my cheek. “Please, toy with me.”
Fuck, if that doesn’t set me on fire, hearing her say that. I quickly reach into my nightstand, open the drawer to grab a condom, and then tear the plastic wrapping at the sides before swiftly rolling it on. Aligning myself behind her, I rub my cock along her soaking heat, teasing her opening, grinding up and down her slit until she bucks her hips impatiently under me.
“Please, Erik, please!” Claire begs, her voice cracking at my name. “Please, make love to me; fill me up.”
Rolling my hips forward, I plunge myself into her, taking her completely in one swift motion. Claire screams, mouth falling open as her hips try to adjust to my sizable length. Giving her a few seconds to adjust to my presence, I pull out slightly before slamming back in, setting my pace. Hard and fast.
The echo of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as Claire starts to moan, and I grunt loudly, relishing every second of this beautiful feeling. Reaching around her, I brush her clit with my thumb and begin to rub softly in circles while I continue to pound into her lovingly.
Neither of us says a word for a few minutes; my eyes close as I just soak in the feeling of her around me. “Oh fuck, yes!” Claire exclaims, muscles tightening. “I’m going to come, Sir!”
Her pussy muscles milk me while her entire body quakes from her orgasm. I hear nothing from Claire but “Ah,” and “oh!” I take advantage of her climax and pull out, quickly unhooking the handcuff before letting it drop to the floor. With one quickmotion I flip her onto her back. “Please, please, don’t stop,” Claire pleads, wrapping her legs around my upper back. “Please, fuck me more!”
Positioning myself between Claire’s splayed legs, I gently rest my cock at her entrance. "Rest assured, I will not stop," I murmur before driving into her once again, groaning as she becomes even more saturated than the sea. Claire wraps her legs tighter around me, urging me deeper. Thrusting my hips harder into her, I begin to feel my balls slap against her with each thrust.
I lean down, kissing her forehead gently, lifting one of her breasts with my hand. Nipping at her neck, I suck gently on the small spot just below her throat. Traveling downward with kisses, I lift her nipple into my mouth, tonguing and nibbling gently. “Fuck, you feel so fucking amazing,” I grunt between kisses, licking down her sternum. “Just what I needed.” Claire’s walls tighten around me, drawing her closer to the edge; I know she wants me to observe her. So I will. I begin to pound into her faster, my cock deep inside her.
I yell out, "Come for me, Claire," between thrusts, slamming my hips into her with more force. “Come and let go, beautiful.” Claire’s hips lift off the bed as her body becomes taut.
“Oh God, Sir! Yes!” Her pussy claws at me fiercely as her orgasm overcomes her in waves. Pumping into her, I grab her hips and begin to thrust up into her at the fastest pace I can manage. My balls slap up against her as another spasm of pleasure rocks through her. “I’m burned out, spent, but I can’t let you come yet, baby doll. Not without me.”
My hips snap forward once more, jetting my load deep into Claire’s womb. Groaning, I fill the condom with my seed. We lie there in silence, hearts racing from the amazing sex we’ve just had. I tenderly rub her wrist that had been handcuffed. I gently plant soft kisses all along her jawline.
“That was..." Claire starts, “Incredible.” I gently kiss her, then roll onto my back so that we are facing each other again, both still breathless. She cuddles into me, her hand coming to rest on my chest.
“I don’t think… I’ve ever had sex like that.” Claire giggles, running her hand up and down my stomach. “That is beyond anything I thought was possible.” I chuckle, pulling her closer into my embrace. "You have truly transformed my world, my Kameliablomst.”
Claire
The next morning…
My skin hums, tender and warm, like my body has switched over to a new language and is still testing the alphabet. There’s a subtle heaviness across my chest now. The sensation is not overwhelming, but it is undeniably there.
I take my supplements, note the time in the little journal, and curl up beside him on the couch. His body is a familiar anchor now. His body is solid and warm, emanating a scent of soap, masculinity, and an essence that is uniquely Erik.
He’s reading one of his endless reports, glasses low on his nose, shirt open. I rest my head on his shoulder and trace idle circles over the fabric.
“What are you working on?” I ask.
