Chapter 31
Jamison
Iwatch as Claire sits back on her bed in only her bra, thong, and those sexy gold heels. The last time we were here, I willed myself to leave. This time, no force on this planet could rip me from these goddamn walls.
Watching her undress was fucking intoxicating. The confidence mixed with that body drove me crazy and when she took control and whispered in my ear to take off my jeans, I thought a strong wind might finish me off right there.
But not yet. Not before I show her how truly perfect she is.
I walk to her slowly, savoring the view. She leans back on her forearms putting her chest on full display. I kneel between her legs and run my palms up her thighs in the same motion as I did only nights before. But this time, I’m not stopping there.
Gliding my hands back down her flawless figure, I move to one ankle, slowly working the strap of her heel until I can easily slide it off.
I kiss the soft arch of her foot, then repeat the process on the other side.
Claire points and flexes each foot, her body responding to my touch.
I toss both shoes aside and work my mouth back upwards.
Claire mentioned that she runs, but holy shit these legs.
They’re smooth and strong, and combined with the early summer tan already tinting her skin, I don’t think I could have molded them more perfectly myself.
When I reach the top of her thighs, I pause at her middle.
I sigh a warm breath and Claire shifts her hips.
“Jay,” She looks down at me. “You don’t have to.”
I can practically see her wheels spinning. I don’t know who she was with before, but if anyone ever made her feel like this was a chore, they’re the biggest dumbass I’ve ever met.
“I know I don’t have to.” I pull down the lace on both sides, the force causing her to sink deeper to me. I inhale loudly at just the sight of her. I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s perfect here too. “But trust me, baby, I’m doing this for me too.”
I run one finger down her slit and she squirms in response.
She is so fucking wet. My tongue finds her next, and I don’t just taste her, I devour her.
Licking and sucking, I cater to her like I haven’t eaten in days.
When I feel her legs tighten around me, I slip two fingers in, filling her and pushing her to the edge.
“Oh my God,” she cries out. “Oh my…” Her legs start to quiver, and as I suck one last time on her most sensitive spot, she free-falls.
She comes down from her high, her breath ragged. I stand, looking down at her now limp body. She sits up, still panting.
“Okay, that was,” She pauses searching for the word. “Transcendent.”
I drop my head and laugh. “You’re such an English teacher.”
“Come here,” she says more seriously.
She frees me from the material, her hand curling around my length. I haven’t been touched like this in so long and never by someone I cared for like her. I let out a low groan and she shifts forward, parting her lips.
“Wait,” I say in a hushed tone. Her eyes dart to mine, confused.
“It’s been a long time, Claire. Like a really fucking long time.
” I lean forward causing her to lay back down in response.
“And if you touch me like that, I’m going to fall apart before I even get to be inside you.
” I give her one hard, wet, kiss. “And I need to be inside you.”
Claire gasps, reaching for me. I stumble all but on top of her, my briefs half up, half down, and we both let out a laugh.
Laying on my side, next to her all but naked body, I pull her to me and she turns in naturally.
I land on the bare skin between her thighs practically reaching for my prize.
Growing almost instantly serious, we collide again, only stopping when Claire quietly utters the single most delicious sound.
“Please.”
Despite being exactly what I want, I hesitate, pulling back from our embrace.
It hits me that if we do this, there’s no undoing it.
I will want her with everything I have, and she will be somehow attached to everything I don’t.
I close my eyes trying to muster the courage to question this.
To make sure that she knows she is giving a piece of herself to an absolute mess.
“I want this, Jay.” She speaks before I have the chance. “Please.”
There’s that word again. She leans in, but I keep the distance.
Ripping off the bandaid, I respond. “Claire, I’m so fucking broken.” At this point, she has enough of the pieces to understand what I’m saying, even if she’s still missing a few.
She pulls her head back furrowing her brow. “You’re not broken, Jay.” I exhale heavily, closing my eyes.
“Trust me, I am.”
She drops her forehead to mine, our noses just barely touching. I feel her breath on my lips, warm and sweet, just like her.
“Then be broken.” She lifts her head and my heart sinks. I wince, at the lack of contact, my chest heavy with regret.
I hear her speak but my inner thoughts half-drown out the faint sound of her voice. My eyes shoot open.
“What?”
“With me,” she repeats. “I said, then be broken. With me.”
I press my mouth to hers urgently, the words I have for her spoken in pressure. I hold that kiss, getting myself together. Giving myself time to swallow the lump in my throat, that she put there with two simple words that tell me I don’t have to be alone.
Once my mind is right and my body is begging for her more than ever, I put her chin gently in the space between my thumb and index finger.
“Turn around."