She finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed the material down his arms. She ran her hands over his skin, caressing the hair sprinkled across his chest. He bent down and pressed her breasts together and went from one nipple to other, teasing and taunting her desire with the heat of his mouth. He straightened and turned her around. He unzipped her dress completely. The air was cool upon her skin, and he ran his finger lightly from her neck all the way down her back to her hips, spreading goose bumps all over her body. She shivered and held her breath.
“Take it off.”
She let the dress fall to the floor, and she heard him unzip his pants. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her back into his body. He was naked and erect. His cock pushed against her and he held her tight to his chest while he kneaded and cupped her breasts. She was at the point of exploding. He bit her lightly, where her neck met her shoulder, and she was overcome with the need to have him inside her. Her heart thundered, she was unable to take a breath without reeling from the pulses of pleasure that erupted each time he kissed, licked, and touched her body.
She turned around and stepped back to look at him. His eyes had gone feral and he was fully, proudly erect. Claire’s eyes lingered a moment longer, taking in Dustin’s ruddy cock and the drop of clear liquid at its end. She bent down and took hold of him. He moaned, tenderly pulling her head closer to his hips. She licked the end of his cock. She tasted him, salty and sensual. She sucked at the head, first softly then she slid her lips over the tip, past the rigid sweet spot underneath. She flicked her tongue back and forth, running up and down his shaft until he groaned loudly. He gyrated his hips in time to her movements, fucking her mouth. Her clit pulsed, her pussy clenched, and she sucked him harder and faster.
Claire tried to do what she’d written. She relaxed her jaw and took him into her mouth as far as she could. She slowly released his cock and then recaptured the length of his erect penis down her throat.
“How do you do that?” He held her head between his hands. Twice more she repeated her ability to swallow most of him down her throat. She felt the veins along his cock pulse.
“Darling, you must stop or I’ll explode.” He lifted her up and gently pushed her onto the bed.
He cupped her face and kissed her. She parted her lips and slid her tongue along his teeth. He stroked and licked her in return, his tongue following the outline of her lips. He nuzzled her mouth and then moved to kissing her cheek. He nipped at her jaw and ran his tongue down her neck. He used his teeth and tongue along her bared throat, and she twisted the sheets in her hands. His mouth on her skin was maddening. Her body was boiling and desire pooled between her legs. Her hands ran down his body not stopping until she found his groin.
His abs contracted and he groaned. His gaze swept over her body. “Your skin is so soft and perfect.” He immobilized her arms while he enclosed the tip of her breast with his mouth. A current of delight blazed through her. She closed her eyes, digging her nails into the bed.
He sucked her right nipple and stroked and caressed her left breast. He swirled his tongue around the areola, making her nipples pucker and peak. He moved his jaw along chest and smothered a kiss between her cleavage, leaving no millimeter unexplored.
He released her arms. A growl rumbled in his chest. His eyes blazed. “I’ve waited for this night forever.”
“Me too.” She groaned and a shiver rippled through her body.
He caressed her waist, squeezed, and ran his hand downward over her hips. He moved until his hands were at her thighs. She tightened her legs and bit her lip. He ran his fingers up and between her legs. He pushed her legs open and stroked the intimate folds of her sex. She gasped, arching back.
He bent his head down and lifted her hips. He kissed her mound, nibbling tenderly. His tongue dipped into her cleft. She feathered her fingers on either side of his head trying to keep from wildly rubbing herself against his face. Pure pleasure unfurled as he licked and opened her slit with his fingers. An excited exhale escaped his mouth.
She whimpered in response. His mouth was at her opening, he sucked and plunged his tongue inside her without mercy. She bucked upward, giving into need, moving her hips and pressing herself against his face. Every fiber in her body wanted to explode. He suckled the erect nub of her clit and she couldn’t stop a climax from building.
She framed his head with her fingers. “Dustin—”
“I want to make you come so I can taste you.”
“Oh. Yes.”
He inserted his finger, pressing and swirling against the feminine muscles and her G-spot. Her body rocked with peaks and valleys of pleasure that she no longer tried to hold away. She’d waited to experience this moment with him and savored the sweet sensations that he produced in her body.
She clung to him, riding the tide that crested and tumbled. “Oh, baby. Let yourself go. Don’t hide from me.” He moved his mouth over her pussy and sucked her, alternating between mind-bending licks to heart-pounding tongue thrusts. She came for him, unable to stop herself; she let herself go. He kissed the insides of her legs, her hips, and stomach as she was suspended in a haze of bliss.
He stuck his hand in the drawer of the nightstand and retrieved a condom. He ripped open the foil pouch and rolled the condom down his length.
He eased his body between her legs and positioned his cock at the opening of her sex. She felt her tissue stretch as he entered, pushing the head of his cock in, an inch at a time. He didn’t rush and gave her time to accommodate him. He pushed forward, sending more currents of pleasure into her body.
Claire moaned loudly. He lifted her legs, hooked his arms under her knees, and drove his full length inside her. They were one now, joined by body and emotion. He backed off and then moved his hips forward again. His cock was all the way inside her, their bodies’ forged together. He lowered her legs and held his weight aloft over her. His hips moved forward and backward, rhythmically, over and over. His cock struck her in just the right spot. He slammed into her again, angling deeper, each of his thrusts unrelenting. As one crest of pleasure rose and released, another wave followed, and she could only follow the tempo he set.
They moved together, and she rode the wave of passion dissolving into ecstasy and the pure scintillating sensation they created. She climaxed again, her muscles contracted around his cock. He pounded into her body with a force that made her reel and didn’t stop until she felt him shudder, once, twice. He slowed his stroke until he stilled. Both of them were gulping air. He leaned his chest onto her breasts and she shared his heartbeat.
Chapter Ten
Dustin awoke with Claire beside him. He hadn’t truly believed this moment would be possible, but here they were together. Finally. He rolled onto his side and listened to her breathing. She slept with her hand curled up near her face—and what a beautiful face. In the morning, her hair reflected the light differently than it had last night, framing her face and making his chest convulse.
He rubbed a strand of her hair between his fingertips. Never would he get tired of touching such a silky texture, matched only by her skin. His cock responded to the thought.
His reaction to making love to her confirmed this wasn’t only lust or the power of an old crush. He wanted her in ways that were impossible to outrun the emotional effect. This wasn’t a woman he’d expected to find. Sure he’d wanted her his whole life. But the real version was a million times better than anything he could have imagined. He wasn’t prepared for the door that had opened to him. Or was he? He had no idea what plans she had beyond settling the estate. He had some ideas of what he’d like to do, both short term and long term, with her. But he had no idea what she would think of them.
Now with Fran on the way back, there was bound to be friction if he didn’t prepare from the get-go for what she might do. She was jealous of everything Claire had, couldn’t seem to stop competing with her sister. Now he was back in Claire’s life. He had to be ready, in case Fran hadn’t changed. Damage control, or the lack thereof, is what had gotten him into trouble the first time. This time he’d be ready for the many faces of Fran.
Claire sighed in her sleep, and he put aside all thoughts of Fran Robertson. He kissed Claire along her jaw and felt her cheeks move as a smile spread across her lips.
“Good morning. Would you like coffee or tea?”
“Umm, coffee would be delightful.” She moved against him.
He pushed himself up. “I’ll be right back. Unless you want to come?”
“May I borrow a T-shirt?”
“Do I have a choice?” He cupped her breasts, a perfect fit in his hands, and thumbed her nipples.
She moved her hips toward him, and he reached under the covers to turn her so that they lay on their sides, face-to-face. He lifted her leg and swung it over his waist. She gasped and giggled. “This feels much better than coffee.”
“I’ll give you something to laugh at if you’re not careful.”
“Really? Well you certainly do a good morning justice, not just a great night.”
“Baby, I’ve got a whole calendar open for you.” He claimed her hips with his hands.
“Wait.” She reached into the drawer and extracted a shiny packet. “Let me do this.”
She was naked, her body draped over his waist as though she belonged to him. He moved between her legs. She took him into her hand and unfurled the condom over the head of his cock. He closed his eyes. “I think I can improve on good. If you’re willing?”
“Oh, I’m very willing.” Her eyes were wide and her smile spurred him on.
He moved down an inch and then he slipped his cock into her sweet folds. She slid her leg upward, her knee to his chest. He was too amazed at the sensation of entering her to ask about her acrobatics. He glided over her soft tissue and with one thrust seated himself deep within her. A shudder ran along his body and he thrust again, moving his hips in one direction as he brought her body toward him, joining them together.
“Oh, goodness, baby.” He gritted his teeth. Her position made everything tighter, hotter. Her pussy wrapped around him, and he groaned aloud when she clenched her inner muscles. “You’re pushing me to the edge.”
She was something, all right. He was already near coming and he’d just started. But he’d promised something better than good, and he was going to see that promise through. He rolled over on his back and carried her with him until she sat atop him. Her hair fell in waves about her shoulders, half-covering her breasts, tempting him with the alluring peek-a-boo it created.
He caressed her breasts. “I’m going to fuck you like I’ve wanted to for years.”
He moved her hips back and forth, and she rose slightly up on her knees and came down on his cock. The sensation was overpowering. He rubbed her clit as she rode him. Claire pressed her palms on his chest, moaning. He took hold of her hips and rocked his hips into his thrusts. Fire blazed through his body. Christ, it felt unbelievable.
Claire arched and threw back her head. She called his name. Softly, sweetly, the same way he’d fantasized. “Dustin, please.”
“Are you coming? I know I’m about to.” There was no holding back. She was where he needed her and he joined her, cresting upward. He guided her hips up and down again and again while the pleasure built. She shuddered over him, and he knew she’d tilted over into orgasm. Another thrust and he followed her into a powerful climax. Panting, she lay down over his body. Her breasts pressed into his chest. He caressed the round fullness that formed the outer edge of her breasts. He skimmed the sides of her body—her waist was so tiny—and then along her hips, with their full curves. He spread his hands out over her ass, round and firm and
his
.
“Superb morning.”
“Extraordinary.” She nuzzled her face into his neck.
“What are your plans this morning?”
“More packing, I guess. Sorting and deciding what to do with everything.” She sat up, her cheeks glowing, and he wanted to give her an encore performance. He was still connected to her. In a second he’d be hard again. Granite.
“I want you.” He slipped from inside her, tore off the condom, and replaced it. No time to waste. He had her in his bed and he wanted to make love to her again.
He pushed her onto her side and then onto her back. He opened her legs, wide for his body to fit between, and with one single thrust, pushed back inside her. He stretched up her arms and kissed her mouth. At first, he brushed his lips lightly over her mouth and face, along her jaw, and down her neck. He didn’t stop until she began to wriggle.
He released her arms. She groaned and bumped her hips, almost demanding he touch her, take her. She threaded his hair between her fingers and tugged. He ignored her. He played with her breasts and nipples. He rolled her nipples into hard peaks between his fingers while he nibbled her ear. Her groans grew louder, her hips moved insistently, and he reclaimed her hands. He moved his mouth up and down her neck, stopping every now then to suckle a point, holding his cock still within her body. And it took every ounce of concentration considering he was fully erect and each of her movements released a spasm of pleasure that demanded an equal and opposite reaction.
“I can’t take another second. You must. You can’t hold back any longer.”
He feigned innocence. “What do you mean? Oh, yes. Coffee. I’ll be right back.”
“No, you’re not going anywhere. You know what I want.” Her eyes were bright and wild, and he wanted to stay right here, connected to her in every way.
She widened her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and there was no place to go but deep inside. He bent his head and kissed her. Not letting go of her arms, he arched back and moved his hips against her mound.
“Baby, like this?”
He plunged into her and then moved back, using his knees to leverage his body, almost coming out of her narrow sheath, before thrusting back into her. She closed her eyes.