Chapter 30
30
“ I love making you blush like that,” I murmur against her lips.
I think she’s questioning how serious I am, but I am dead set on making her come again and again until dinner is ready.
I kiss down her stomach, then pause, watching her, memorizing this exact moment.
The way her body responds to me, the way she looks down at me with that irresistible mix of desire and amusement.
I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Claire.
Not just physical, everything.
“Keep looking at me while I give you something to blush about.”
She smirks.
That’s another thing I love—when she doesn’t shy away from the moment.
She’s here with me.
She trusts me.
That’s something I don’t take lightly.
Claire raises an eyebrow.
“You think you can make me come, what, three times?” she asks with some sass in her tone.
Another taunt?
Challenge accepted.
“Eight.”
Her eyes widen.
“Eight?!”
“Did I stutter?”
“I don’t know if I’ve ever gone past four.”
I shake my head.
“That sounds like a lack of effort on their part.”
She giggles, but it’s cut short when I press an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh.
I feel her body tense.
“When you squirt,” I pause, looking up at her, “then I know I’ve done my job.”
“Jake,” she exhales, her voice already wrecked with want.
“Bet you didn’t think you would get a pleasure Dom in your meet-cute.”
She’s trying to fight back a smile, covering her eyes, and her body shakes with laughter.
Smiling, I slide her shorts and underwear off, setting them neatly on the coffee table.
I won’t be rushed this time.
I’ll decide when she’s ready.
I’ll take my time, tease out every response, and watch her fall apart for me.
“Take that off,” I say, motioning to her tank top.
“And the bra.”
She hesitates for half a second before slipping them off, revealing herself completely.
My pulse kicks up, but I keep my focus on her eyes, making sure she feels beautiful, wanted, safe.
I cup her, pressing the heat of my palm against her.
“Tell me you’re going to come eight times.”
She breathes into a laugh, but I don’t let her get away with it.
My fingers tighten slightly.
“Say it.”
“I’m going to come eight times,” she says, voice barely above a whisper.
“Good girl.”
I flick my tongue over her clit, teasing her, drawing out a shaky gasp.
We went too fast last time.
This time, I want to figure out exactly what she likes—the pressure, the rhythm, the pace that makes her lose control.
She’s it for me.
I know it sounds crazy.
I know it’s too soon to be thinking about forever, but this is effortless.
Claire is the missing piece in my life.
She challenges me.
She excites me.
She’s just starting to let me take care of her, and do I want to take care of her.
I want to spoil her, make her feel adored, make her feel worshiped.
I’ll wait as long as she needs to be ready to call me her boyfriend.
Hell, she could make me wait years, and I’d still be here.
Claire’s worth it.
Licking and sucking, I could spend the rest of my life making her feel like this.
Making her come undone over and over again, just to watch her body tremble under my touch.
I want to learn every inch of her.
She deserves that.
She deserves everything.
“Fuck,” she breathes, and I press my tongue firmer on her.
Number one is close.
Should I edge her?
No.
I want to get to eight before the timer goes off.
I slide in two fingers and begin stroking her walls.
“Jake,” she pants, breathy and then moans.
I feel her pulsing around my fingers and lift my tongue.
Looking up at her, I smile.
“One.”
I teasingly move my fingers all the way out, then back in.
She bites her lip, then flinches when my tongue lands on her.
I grab her thighs, holding them in place.
I lick slower this time, more delicately.
“Don’t squirm away from it,” I say, looking back up at her.
I release one of her thighs and add my fingers back in.
She tilts her head back, and I’ll allow it.
I need her to get lost so she can come again.
She breathes, ragged.
“I’m close.”
I feel it and stay on course, not changing anything.
Claire reaches for my hand on her thigh and interlaces her fingers with mine.
My heart melts being more connected with her.
She squeezes my fingers and then whimpers, shuttering.
I kiss up her body, then whisper in her ear.
“Two.”
“I’m spent,” she says, completely limp on the couch.
“No.”
She laughs, wrapping her arms around me.
“I am.”
“Maybe you’re scared of what will happen when the next one comes.”
“Scared?”
“I know you don’t like to be vulnerable. But be vulnerable with me.”
She squints at me, and I kiss her deep.
“No more wasting time.” I kiss her neck and move my kisses down, ready to make number three happen.