Chapter 10
Ten
Seth
When she gives me the green light, a mental checklist forms of all the places I want to kiss her.
Touch. Taste. Her lips are full when my lips meet hers—she leans forward enough to put herself into it.
I push her so she’s laying on the bed, her tits spilling over the cups of her lingerie.
I brace myself, arms on each side of her, as I pull my hips to hover over her under the blanket.
This is what it looks like to go for it. Don’t be timid. Don’t hold back.
Claire’s hands reach for me, pushing through my hair and almost pulling at me. “Kiss me,” she breathes.
My lips crash to hers and we taste like champagne.
When my tongue sweeps over her bottom lip, she opens, giving me access.
She moans into me and I want to remember that sound—the way it hits me in my chest, how it makes my dick twitch.
I tug her bottom lip, biting it a little, exactly the way I wanted to since I watched her do it.
I move my mouth to her jaw, kissing quickly until I’m at the column of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken underneath my lips. Playing with her, I lick and kiss, feeling her wiggle beneath me. Letting my tongue go further, I lick all the way down until I’m at her chest.
Sitting back a bit, I take her in: eyes closed and she almost pants as she licks her top lip. When she feels me stop, her eyes open and they’re deliciously wild.
“What are you comfortable with? Anything off limits?” I question, my erection pressing against my shorts when I sit back.
She props herself up on her elbows. “I have an IUD. Haven’t had a partner in longer than I’m willing to admit, so I’ve been tested and am safe.”
“I’ve not been with anyone either. I’m good for you, baby.”
Claire is a goddess when she pushes her bangs back with one hand, her cheeks already pink with excitement. Fuck, she looks so beautiful.
“If you don’t like something, tell me and I’ll stop. It’s that simple.”
“Simple.” She laughs to herself and falls back into the pillow.
I’m caging her body with mine, my lips a breath away from her tits. “Simple. Like, you said to kiss you. So, that’s what I’m going to do. Kiss you.” I lick her skin and then pepper kisses right where the fabric meets her fullness. “Here. And everywhere else.” I look up and catch her watching me.
Hooking a finger at the top of the cup, I pull, exposing more of her while her breathing picks up.
She’s still watching me, and my eyes lock on hers as I take her nipple into my mouth.
First I’m slow and careful, tasting her, feeling her skin respond beneath me.
When I bite, she moans out a yes and then I’m alternating between light kisses, bites, and taunting her with my tongue.
Claire moves beneath me, her hips lifting when I’m touching her just right. My other hand dips into her top and rolls the other bud between my fingers.
“Harder,” she pleads.
“Yes, baby.” I use more pressure with my fingers, biting harder on the one I’ve been worshiping with my mouth. She lifts her head off the pillow before falling back, and I know she loves this. And I’m trying not to lose it thinking of her giving me direction.
Her moans are falling on top of each other and I know the feeling. Wanting to slow it down, not having this be our finish. I leave her tits in the lingerie and move down her body. Stopping right above where her panties are, I place a slow and soft kiss over the fabric.
I push the lace fabric from the hem, her legs and panties on display.
Feeling her eyes on me, I tease, “I love that you like to look.” My mouth is dangerously close to her center.
“And when you give me direction.” I blow lightly, her nerves receptive as her eyes almost roll back.
“Claire, I’m going to eat this pussy. Is that okay? ”
“Yes,” she whines.
“Anything you like?” I ask as I rub her upper thigh, skin way too fucking soft.
A look crosses her face and she lays back, no longer looking at me. “Ummm, I… I don’t know.” This time, she’s quiet, and I can barely hear her.
“Where’d you go, baby?”
She sighs long and slow. I refuse to break the silence so I sit, my mouth in front of her lace, and I know if I were to touch her, she’d be dripping. When time stretches, she covers her eyes and groans, “I don’t know why but I can never finish like this. There’s something wrong—”
“Shh,” I interrupt, not wanting her to even finish that sentence. “Do you make yourself come when you’re flying solo?” I prompt her.
“Well, yeah…” Her voice fades as she still stares at the ceiling.
I reach and rest my hands on her hips, squeezing, wanting her to look at me. When she does, I say, “Then I think we’ll be just fine.”
She sits up again, “We can just... You don’t have to—”
I rest my hand on her belly and lightly push her back. “Claire, lay back. Try to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”
Claire listens to me but I can feel her muscles clench. My easygoing girl who told me what she wanted when I was fixated on her breasts, is nowhere to be found. I want her back.
My hands grip her thighs, rubbing up and down, before reaching for the top and pulling her panties. I take them off slow, taking in every inch of her golden skin. I fold them and set them on the corner of the bed before coming back to her.
Licking my lips, I see she’s trying to press her legs together.
“Bend these knees for me,” I instruct. Claire follows directions and my mouth is practically fucking watering at the thought of tasting her. She pulls her feet almost to her ass and I praise her, “Good girl. Just like that.”
I hear her take a deep breath and see her chest rise and fall quickly, like she’s nervous.
“Any time you want me to stop, tell me. No questions asked.” I reinforce the boundary and lick my lips. “Now, spread those knees. I want to see you, baby.”
She pauses before moving one leg, and then the other.
“Fuck,” I groan, mostly to myself, as I take her in. A fucking work of art.
I position myself with one hand wrapped around the top of her thigh and my other free to touch. Slowly, I insert a finger, and just like I suspected: soaked. That’s where I start. My tongue enters her, trying to lap up all that wetness.
“Seth, that—”
I keep going. Licking slow, languid strokes around her entrance, letting her settle in.
“Feels good.”
I smile and kiss around her center, not quite getting to the place I want to just yet.
I lick her bikini line, the skin smooth and perfect, and I slip in two fingers.
I pump them in and out, intentional and slow, trying to touch all of her, finding her spots.
When I hook one of the fingers and touch her slightly differently, she lets out a moan that tells me everything I need to know.
Finally, my lips find her clit and while my fingers fill her, I kiss it gently and with almost zero pressure.
My hand goes faster as I kiss a bit harder, her hips moving up to my mouth—pressing.
Pushing the limit, I add a third finger and she takes them like a queen.
Her walls are tight around them and I change from kissing to licking.
My tongue moves around her clit before I flick it, again and again.
“Seth, fuuuuck.”
“You like when I use my mouth on you?” I moan to make her feel comfortable. I want her to be able to say whatever she wants.
“Yes. Your mouth. Your fingers.” She whimpers and bites down hard on her lip before picking her head up to watch me.
Fuck. Don’t come in your shorts. That’s what I’m thinking when Claire ups the stakes and puts her hands in my hair. Her fingers tug and my own moan escapes my lips.