Chapter Thirteen #2
He cracked open one eye and peered at her. “None of those things make me as happy as when I had your legs over my shoulders and my tongue in your pussy. That might be my new happy place.”
There was an awful lot of delight in her quiet, little hum. “I see.”
“Want me to tell you exactly what I like about it?”
“Tell me.” As she spoke, she tugged on the little hairs on his chest.
He sure did like those little tugs. His breathing got deeper, slower.
He closed his eyes once, and thought about what it was like to make her come with his mouth.
“Your lips are so plump and juicy. I loved sucking them into my mouth. Your skin is warm and wet. I just wanted to drink you up, to suck on you like a milkshake. And your clit. Fuck, your clit’s like a perfect little toy that’s been created just for me, and all I want to do is play with it.
” He let out a sigh, committing each detail to memory.
“I wish I could keep your taste on my tongue. It was like…that last bit of melted ice cream at the bottom of a bowl. I didn’t want to miss a single drop. So delicious and totally addictive.”
When Nick heard the quiet moan in his ear, he realized Claire was touching herself. Had he turned her on with his description? Good. He’d told nothing but the truth. She was a goddamned goddess and she tasted like ambrosia.
She continued to explore his body with her free hand. She didn’t rush it and stopped to massage each part. His biceps, his fingers, his waist.
When she neared his stomach, he sucked in a breath. His cock reacted, jumping to attention.
However, she skipped over his groin region altogether and began to stroke his thighs.
He almost let out another curse. “Claire, sweetheart. Are you teasing me?”
“I’m trying. Is it working for you?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Good,” she whispered. “I want you to forget everything. Let me do the work tonight. I want to make you feel good.”
She sat up and danced her fingers toward his knees, circling his kneecaps a few times.
She then began her journey upward again, moving toward his hips.
Only, when she got there, she replaced her fingers with her lips.
Her hair swept against his thigh in a soft fall. All his senses were on high alert.
Once again, his erection sprang to life, filling the condom.
She moved between his legs, crouching there. Her touch delicate, she cupped his balls. “Do you like this?”
“God, yeah.”
“Good. You might like this even better.”
Nick looked up just as Claire got on her stomach. She licked at his balls, then took one into her mouth.
Between the vision of her between his legs and the silkiness of her tongue, Nick thought he might expire from joy. His pulse was like a galloping horse in his ears, and his entire body had tightened with need.
It was now or never.
“Claire, that’s amazing, but could we…?”
She looked up and grinned when she saw the rod of steel at his crotch. “Yes, please.”
“Do you need lube or anything?”
She got on her back. With a coy look, she spread her legs. “You tell me.”
Damn. He could see the juices at her opening. He had half a mind to bend down and lap them up all over again. Already panting, Nick moved between her legs and thrust hard, intent on leaving his mark on her. “Fuck.”
“Ohmigod, that’s good.” She gasped.
Picturing her mouth around his balls, he positioned her legs over his head. He wanted to be so deep inside her that she couldn’t go another day without him in her bed.
Whoa. That didn’t sound like the King of Funtown. It sounded more like the King of Commitmenttown.
Was that so bad?
The idea of being in Claire’s bed on a regular basis was suddenly very appealing. She’d been so gentle, so encouraging.
He needed to show her that he was worth her time, in every way.
Then again, maybe he just needed to take a moment and enjoy this.
By some miracle, his cock cooperated. Her whimpers spurred him on. The way she said his name made it sound like music. Her channel was slick and hot, and she just seemed to fit perfectly against him.
Perfectly.
He lifted her legs a little higher and picked up the pace. Tension rode his body but he wasn’t about to stop. He didn’t care if he was in pain for a week afterward.
Her forehead creased and a look of wonder flashed in her eyes. “Oh!”
He knew that look. It was the look of a woman about to come.
Again.
Yes! Nick almost cheered aloud.
Sweat on his brow, he pumped for all he was worth. Claire seemed to like it hard, so he would give it to her hard.
Her arms fell away from his body. Her hands flailed on the sheets, clenching and unclenching. She looked so fucking beautiful in that moment. When the cry of pleasure erupted from her, his blood surged in triumph.
He did this. He did this.
His balls and ass tightened. Red-hot lava shot through him, or so it seemed.
He was actually coming!
Another deep thrust was all it took. As Claire groaned below him, he grunted and stiffened inside her.
Fucking hell.
Nick collapsed on top of her, spent.
He’d probably just used up all his energy stores for the next month, but he didn’t care.
He’d come. With Claire.
Because of Claire.
And he’d never been more grateful or more in awe.
She ran her hands down his back and grabbed his ass. “That was unbelievable.”
Nick had no words. They all ran together in his head in a wild jumble, but each and every one spoke of gratitude and primal need.
She had done this for him.
He prayed they could do it again, so he’d know it wasn’t a fluke.
She nibbled his earlobe. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” He rolled off her and smiled.
She ran a finger down his chest. “Did it feel good?”
“Claire, it was incredible. You’re incredible. I don’t even know what to say.”
“I’m glad it was to your satisfaction.” Her expression softened. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me.”
“No, I do. I’ve been lonely, and, well, you know…”
He caressed her cheek. She didn’t deserve to feel lonely, and he didn’t ever want to hear those words come out of her mouth.
Claire had done something to him. It was as if a switch had been turned on, and he didn’t ever want to be in darkness again.
Like a surfer who had just caught the biggest wave, Nick wanted to ride it to shore then paddle back out to sea again, drunk on adrenaline and power.
He sounded a lot like someone who wanted a relationship.
Nah. He was getting ahead of himself.
There was no way they could manage a relationship, given his work situation.
“I’m just going to use the washroom,” he said. “Can I get you anything?”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
Was it his imagination, or had the warmth disappeared from her voice?
Maybe she was just tired.
She looked away, toward the window, into the night sky.
Away from him.
All at once, Nick got the sense that a wall had been erected. It might not be high or particularly sturdy, but it was still a wall.
Any triumph he’d felt a couple of minutes ago fizzled. What was the use in celebrating his dick’s achievement when Claire had that faraway look in her eyes?
Maybe he was imagining things.
He went into the washroom in the hallway, disposed of the condom and cleaned himself up. Maybe they could cuddle for a while, and he could figure out what was going through her head, to say nothing of his.
When he returned to the spare bedroom, Claire was sitting up and putting on her underwear. She slipped her dress on over it, but didn’t zip it up completely. It was just a cover, a shield.
All of a sudden, his imaginary wave crashed down on him. He could almost taste the saltwater as it filled his lungs.
“You’re already dressed.”
She paled as she turned to face him. Her faraway look had changed into something darker, something that hinted at regret.
So much for cuddling.
“Are you okay, Claire?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just noticed the time. Tomorrow’s a work day, and you still have to drive home. I don’t want to keep you.”
Even though his ego smarted from the old heave-ho, his brain understood she had her reasons.
He was the first man she’d slept with since Arthur.
Even though she’d been free and open in bed, maybe she hadn’t been as ready as she’d thought.
Could she really regret it so soon? The lines of uncertainty in her face looked a lot like guilt.
Whatever it was, she obviously needed some time to process it.
“Sure. I don’t want to get in your way.”
“You’re not. It’s just…a lot to take in.” Her eyes pleaded with him to understand.
“It’s okay.” Nick got dressed as quickly as he could, hoping his jerky movements didn’t come off as anger.
He wasn’t angry. If anything, that scraping sensation on his insides felt a lot like hurt.
Still, even though his pride was taking a hit, it was likely nothing compared to whatever Claire was experiencing.
“This doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to be.
We had a great night. I appreciate you being patient with me. ”
This time, she was the one who seemed tongue-tied. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times.
Not sure what else to say, he went downstairs. She followed him to the door.
He opened it and turned to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Good night, Claire. Sleep well.”
“You too.”
Only, as Nick left, there was one thing he knew for certain.
He wouldn’t sleep a wink tonight.
Something told him she might not either.