Pawliday Love

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

“ I sold out. I can’t believe I sold out!”

Claire spins around, her arms wide and smile even wider. Fuck, I’ve never been prouder of her. No, scratch that. I was proud of her the day she stood her ground and told me she couldn’t carry on with our friends-to-lovers relationship. That had hurt like a bitch. As in tore-my-heart-from-my-chest-and-set-it-on-fire-pain, but she was right. I loved her. I was too focused on not losing the “real” with Claire that I didn’t see that taking our relationship to the next level was the most real we’d ever be.

Since I became famous, there were only a handful of people I could legitimately call friends. Everyone else was in it for their own agenda. I clung to Claire like a lifeline and was too much of a coward to take the leap from friends who fuck to being in a relationship. Change terrified me. So much else had changed, so much else had been taken from me. Thank fuck Claire was brave enough for the both of us. Even though it took me a while to get my head out my ass, that time apart was the best thing for us. And when we found our way back to each other, nothing could break us apart.

As soon as Claire stops spinning, I catch her hand and draw her to me. Lacing a hand through her hair, I gently back her into the wall. When she does, I press my body flush with hers, release her hand and cage her in with my palms on either side of her head. Her chocolate eyes blaze with desire, and she licks her lips.

“There was never a doubt in my mind that you would. You were on fire, baby.”

“Kev, I want you to fuck me right now.”

“I have a better idea.”

She looks confused. “Better than being inside me?”

“Claire-bear, being inside you is my fucking favourite thing to do, but tonight I want something else.” I run a thumb along her jaw.

She swallows hard, and the pulse in her neck thumps at triple time. “What do you want to do?”

I don’t respond with words. I simply lower my hands to the hem of her dress and drag it up her body. My fingers caress her skin all the way up. The flush that breaks over my wife’s neck and cheeks sends blood rushing to my cock with a vengeance, and I strain against my jeans. My lips crash against Claire’s, and her tongue slips into my mouth. Claire devours me with a fervour she brings every single time, and I fling the dress across the room before ripping the shirt off my head. “Hands up.”

Claire doesn’t waste a second. Her arms are above her head in an instant, the rise and fall of her chest highlighted by the deep purple bra. My eyes flick to the matching panties. “Fuuuck,” I groan.

“I was planning on using this as the forgiveness card.”

“Game. Set. Match, to Claire.”

“So, we can get him?”

“We can get him. But I don’t want to talk about a dog right now.” I palm her breasts through the fabric of her bra. “When we had the phone sex call all those years ago when my head was up my ass, were you wearing panties?”

“N-No?” Her words come out like a question, and she blushes. I fucking love that I can still get that reaction out of her after all these years.

I skim my hands down her body and pat her on the ass. “Get on the bed.”

An unspoken question briefly flits across her face, but she crawls onto the bed, giving me an eyeful of her pert ass so beautifully decorated by the lace panties. Once she reaches her desired spot, she positions herself against the pillows, her legs straight out in front of her.

“Take off the panties.”

Claire hooks her thumbs in the delicate lace and, lifting her hips, slides them ever so slowly down her legs. I’m finding it difficult not to join her on the bed, not to tear the panties off her, but I want this to be the way I envisioned it, and that means patience. The lingerie settles around her ankles, and she leans forward to hook them off and toss them aside. I rake my teeth over my bottom lip while I readjust my cock into a more comfortable position. Which is pretty impossible at the moment. My dick is only interested in being buried deep inside Claire’s wet heat.

“Do you know how much it turns me on to see you looking at me like that?”

“Claire-bear, it’s taking all my willpower just to look at you right now when all I want to do is be inside you.”

She pats the bed with a salacious smile. “Nothing stopping you.”

“Oh, I intend on doing just that. But…only after doing what I’ve been fantasising about for years.”

“And what would that be, husband?”

“I want to watch you finger yourself.”

She gasps, then falls into a fit of coughing.

I’m on the bed in seconds. “Fuck, Claire, are you okay?”

She gives me a thumbs-up. When she catches her breath, she squeaks, “Choked on my own spit.”

Laughter flows out my mouth and I kiss her on the lips. “I fucking love you.”

“Leave it to me to keep it real.”

“Baby, real is the only thing I ever want from you. Now, sweet Claire, touch your wet pussy for me.”

I go to stand at the foot of the four-poster bed. Holding the top frame to keep myself from beating one out like a teenager, I give Claire an encouraging nod. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

Claire bends her knees and widens her legs. Sweet holy fuck, she’s dripping for me. I lick my lips at the sight of her glistening pussy. I’m beginning to regret this idea of mine, but then Claire’s fingers run up the inside of her thigh and she tentatively teases her pussy. A soft moan escapes her, and I nearly blow my load right there and then.

“How does it feel, baby? Do your fingers feel as good as my tongue?”

“No.” The word falls out her mouth in a breathy sigh. Her back arches, and she starts stroking her clit. “Kev, baby, come over here. I want you to lick me.”

Jesus!

“I will, baby, just as soon as you make yourself come for me. Then I’ll be right there to lick you clean.”

A long, low moan pulls from deep inside her. She’s so fucking beautiful every single moment of every single day, but right now, while she works herself with her fingers, she’s a goddess. Her pace and pressure increases with each stroke.

“Slow down. I want this to last for both of us.” I must be out of my mind because all I want is for Claire to come so I can eat her out and feel her come on my tongue. I want her trembling legs crushing the sides of my head. I want her begging me to go harder, add fingers, give her more.

“Kev…” A plea, and her hips lurch off the bed.

“Keep still for me, Claire-bear. Remember that call? Remember how I made you tease yourself? Do that again for me, baby. Tease yourself. Bring yourself to the edge but don’t allow yourself to tip over. I want you feeling as desperate as I am right now.”

My abs tense with the strain of holding myself back when Claire’s eyes rake over me. She bites her lip.

“You’re…so…sexy.” The words rip out of her in short bursts as she struggles to hold onto her orgasm.

“God, baby. I wish you could see yourself right now.”

“Show me?”

At first, I’m confused. We’ll blame it on my blood flow being in my other head, but then I realise that she means I should film her. “You want me to film you? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I don’t waste a single second. I whip my phone out of my pocket and start recording my beautiful wife giving me this incredible gift. Of course, the moment she has watched it, I will delete it. Hell, I might just melt the phone to make sure no one can even recognise it as a phone. But I know this is a huge moment for Claire. Especially since some creeper broke into my hotel room on the night of the Oscars and took photos of Claire giving me a blowjob. This is the first time this has ever come up, and it tells me she’s finally worked through that trauma.

“You’re so damn sexy baby. So fucking sexy. Fuck, I’m so hard for you. Jesus, Claire.”

“Kev, I need to move. I can’t anymore. Please let me move my hips.”

“Only if you promise to keep edging yourself.”

“Yes, yes, I promise.”

I nod, and her eyes flutter closed. Her hips pump, and her fingers move frantically on her clit. She slips a hand onto her breast and begins teasing her nipple through her bra. My groan drowns out the sounds of her moans. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. I’m about to say “fuck it” and ravage Claire when she stills and moves her hand to her knee. I can see her pussy pulsing. She had to be so close to coming. This must be torture for her.

“That’s my good girl, Claire. Make yourself come for me. I need to taste you.”

“Oh, thank God.”

Claire slides two fingers into her pussy and rubs at her clit with the palm of her hand. I can’t take it anymore, so I undo my jeans and fist my cock. Fuck, it feels so good. My eyes lock with Claire’s until she throws her head back and comes, a long moan tearing out of her. I grit my teeth and rip my hand out of my jeans the minute I feel my cock swell. No fucking way am I coming in my hand. I want to be balls deep in Claire when I do.

I push my jeans down and climb on the bed. Before Claire has come down from her orgasm, I’m between her legs and licking her. I moan against her pussy. Her hands thread through my hair, and she grinds against my face. It doesn’t take her long before she’s exploding on my tongue. I pump my fingers in and out of her, and her orgasm goes on and on. Crawling up her body, I capture her mouth with mine and swallow her screams—not that there’s anyone around to hear.

Claire breaks the kiss. “Kev, I need you inside me.”

In one smooth thrust, I give her what she wants.