Chapter Twenty-Eight
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
MARK
Claire falls back against the couch beside me, back to her shy, adorable self but with a self-satisfied smile.
After a few seconds of silence, she asks, "So, do you want to watch a movie or something?"
"Oh, I’m not done with you yet," I tell her, tracing a finger up her thigh.
Her eyes widen and her head snaps to me. "There’s more ?"
"You didn’t think I was just going to have you suck me off without me getting to return the favor, did you?"
"I, uh, I didn’t think—" she stutters, trying and failing to find the right words. Her awkwardness is so fucking endearing, and I can’t help but smile.
"No need to think," I interrupt, if only to put her out of her misery of trying to string together a coherent sentence. In an instant, I stand and lift her from the couch, and she squeals and giggles as I carry her down the hallway .
"What are you doing?!" she laughs.
"You got a taste of me, so now I get one of you. It’s only fair, right?" I toss her onto my bed and wink when she stares up at me.
Surveying her expression, I step between Claire's legs and hook my fingers over the waistband of her pajama pants before tugging them down. In response, she lifts her hips, giving me permission to pull her pants off.
Fuck . I’ve always been a visual person, but the sight of her bare and exposed for me is almost too much to handle. Each inch of her skin that I reveal is a testament to the trust she has in me, and because of that, I’m determined to give her an experience she'll never forget. Knowing that I’m the first man to touch her like this stirs up a primal need in me, a desire to possess her entirely.
I sink to my knees and place a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh just above her knee.
"Is this okay?" I whisper.
"Yes."
Taking my time despite my burning need to taste her pussy, I kiss up her thigh, and when I almost reach the apex, I start all over again with her other one. The entire time, I revel in the feeling of her soft skin beneath my hands as I explore her legs and hips.
As much as I’d love to bury myself inside her right now, this is the part that I really love. Building up the tension, turning my woman into a needy, desperate mess before I give her so much pleasure she can’t think straight.
I encouraged Claire to give herself an orgasm before anyone else could, but now, I want all of her orgasms to belong to me, to be coaxed out from my fingers, my tongue, or my cock. Every time she comes, now and in the future, I want it to be my face that appears in her mind. I won’t deny that I’m a selfish bastard for wanting to give her the best orgasms of her life, but I can’t exactly feel bad for it, either.
Claire is writhing beneath my wandering hands, so I firmly grip her hips and give her one last chance to change her mind.
"You ready for my tongue, baby?" I can already see just how wet she is.
She whimpers out a soft "yes," and that’s all the permission I need.
I flatten my tongue and slowly lick up her slit, easily finding her clit and enjoying the way her whole body jolts when I make contact.
I do it again and again, enjoying the sweet little gasps that leave her lips each time, before I suction my lips around her clit. She arches her back and moans at the new sensation, and it only spurs me on as I swirl my tongue over her clit again and again at a slow but steady pace.
Her breaths become quick and shallow. She’s close. I pause, kissing the inside of her thigh again and letting her come down from the brink of her orgasm.
"You taste fucking divine," I tell her. "I could do this all night and never get sick of it." I look up at her, seeing the desperation in her expression, and it just might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I want to do more, but I know I need to make sure it’s okay with her first considering how little experience she has. "Can I use my fingers inside you?" She hesitates, so I add, "You can say no. I still plan on making you come so hard you see stars either way."
She asks in a timid voice, "Will it hurt?"
"It might, but it shouldn’t last long if it does. "
She thinks for a moment before answering, "Okay, go ahead."
Ever so slowly, I go back to using my mouth to build her back up before slowly pressing my finger to her entrance. She stiffens slightly, and I pause to give her the chance to change her mind. When she doesn’t say anything, I push my finger into her tight pussy inch by inch, moving it back and forth in a gentle crooking motion.
My cock is rock hard again, reminding me that if I’m ever going to fuck her—which I fully intend on doing someday soon—she’ll need to be ready for the much bigger intrusion. As it is, my finger seems to be more than enough for her right now, especially with our size difference.
She cries out as I find my rhythm, fucking her sweet pussy with my finger and giving her clit all my attention with my mouth. Her body trembles beneath me, responding to my touch in a way that makes me heady with the power I have over her. She’s so responsive, and I love that she’s showing me exactly how I make her feel.
"I’m getting close," she breathes.
"That’s my girl." I use my thumb to rub her clit where my mouth had been so I can speak. "Let me hear you fall apart for me."
As her orgasm approaches, her body tenses and her breathing becomes rapid. I know she's close, and I redouble my efforts, my tongue flicking against her clit with increased urgency. Her pussy clenches around my finger, and with a cry of ecstasy, she comes, her body shuddering and convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her.
I moan against her, noticing in my peripheral vision how her fingers grasp the bedsheets in a tight fist.
I don't stop. I ride out her orgasm with her and draw out every last drop of pleasure until she's limp and panting beneath me.
Only then do I slow my movements as I bring her down from her high. I’d love to keep going, to push her to her limits, but tonight is the first time a man has ever made her come, so I figure I should take things slowly, at least for tonight. So instead, I crawl up onto the bed beside her and wrap her in my arms, whispering words of praise.
Now, she knows exactly what I’m capable of, and I’m more eager than ever to show her everything she’s been missing.
Because even though I selfishly hoped earlier that she’d never come again without thinking of me, I think I may have just damned myself to the exact same fate with her.