Chapter 1 #3
His fingers slip under the edge of my panties, finding me already wet. "Christ, you're soaked." He traces my folds slowly, deliberately avoiding where I need him most. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes," I gasp as he finally brushes over my clit. "All for you."
"Good girl." The praise in his deep voice makes me moan. He notices, of course. "You like that? Being told how good you are?"
I nod, past the point of embarrassment.
"Words, Claire. I want to hear you."
"Yes. I like it when you—oh god." He slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot while his thumb circles my clit.
"When I what?" His mouth is at my ear now, voice commanding. "When I tell you how gorgeous you look falling apart for me? How perfect you feel, so wet and tight around my fingers?"
My hips buck against his hand as he works me with devastating precision. He adds a third finger, stretching me, and I cry out at the delicious fullness.
"That's it," he encourages. "Take what you need. Show me how you like to be touched."
I reach down to guide his hand, showing him the pressure and rhythm that drives me wild. He learns instantly, adding a twist of his wrist that makes me see stars.
"I'm close," I pant. "So close."
"Come for me, Claire. Let me see you fall apart."
His command, combined with a particularly perfect curl of his fingers, sends me over the edge. I come hard, clenching around his fingers, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, working me through the aftershocks. "Absolutely beautiful."
Before I can catch my breath, he's on his knees, pulling my panties down and throwing one of my legs over his shoulder. "I need to taste you."
His mouth is on me before I can respond, his tongue doing sinful things that make my legs shake.
I thread my fingers through his silver hair, holding on as he devours me like a man starved.
He alternates between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit, building me up again impossibly fast.
"Stuart, I can't—it's too much—"
"You can," he says against me, the vibration making me moan. "One more for me."
He slides his fingers back inside while his mouth focuses on my clit, sucking and licking until I'm climbing again, even higher than before. When he curls his fingers and scrapes his teeth gently over that sensitive bundle of nerves, I shatter completely.
He stands, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. "You," he says between kisses, "are incredible."
"Your turn." I reach for his belt, making quick work of it despite my shaking hands. When I push his pants and boxers down, I have to bite my lip. He's impressive—long and thick, already leaking at the tip.
"Like what you see?" That arrogant smile is back.
Instead of answering, I drop to my knees, maintaining eye contact as I wrap my hand around him. His smile disappears, replaced by raw hunger.
"Claire, you don't have to—"
I silence him by running my tongue from base to tip, savoring his sharp intake of breath. "I want to."
I take him in my mouth, working him with lips and tongue while my hand strokes what I can't fit. His hands tangle in my hair, not pushing, just holding on as I find a rhythm that has him groaning.
"Fuck, your mouth. So perfect, so—" His words dissolve into a moan when I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder. "Stop, I need—I won't last if you keep—"
I pull back with a pop, looking up at him through my lashes. "Then don't last."
"Not happening." He pulls me to my feet, kissing me hungrily. "The first time I come tonight will be inside you."
The promise in his words makes my pussy clench with need. He walks me backward to the bed, laying me down with surprising gentleness before covering my body with his.
"Protection?" I manage to ask, though thinking is becoming difficult with him pressed against me like this.
He reaches for his wallet, pulling out a condom. "Always prepared."
"Like a boy scout."
"Not quite." He tears the packet open with his teeth, rolling it on with practiced ease. "I'm going to ruin you for other men."
"Arrogant."
"Accurate." He positions himself at my entrance, the tip just barely pressing in. "Tell me you want this."
"I want you," I breathe. "All of you. Now."
He slides in slowly, letting me adjust to his size. The stretch is intense, bordering on too much, but in the best way. When he's fully seated, we both pause, breathing hard.
"Perfect," he groans. "You feel so fucking perfect."
He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust hitting spots I didn't know existed. I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, and we both moan at the sensation.
"Harder," I demand, raking my nails down his back.
"Careful what you wish for."
He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that has me crying out with each thrust. The headboard bangs against the wall, but neither of us cares.
"Yes," I gasp. "Just like that. Don't stop."
"Never." His hand finds my clit, rubbing tight circles that match his thrusts. "Want to feel you come around me. Want to feel you squeeze my cock."
The dirty talk combined with his skilled fingers and the perfect angle of his thrusts has me climbing fast. "I'm going to—Stuart, I'm—"
"Come for me. Now."
I shatter on command, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows immediately, burying himself deep as he comes with a guttural groan of my name.
We collapse together, both panting, bodies slick with sweat. He's still inside me, and I can feel him pulsing with aftershocks.
"Holy shit," I breathe.
"Adequate?" he asks, echoing my earlier teasing.
"Shut up." But I'm laughing, feeling loose and satisfied in ways I haven't in years.
He pulls out carefully, disposing of the condom before gathering me against him. "Stay."
"Stuart..."
"Just tonight. Let me order room service breakfast. We can debate the efficacy of acupuncture."
"While naked?"
"Especially while naked. All the best debates happen naked."
I laugh despite myself. "Just tonight."
"Just tonight," he agrees, but his hand is already trailing down my side again, reawakening nerve endings. "Though the night's not over yet."
"Already?"
"I told you I was going to ruin you for other men." He rolls me onto my back, his mouth finding my neck. "That's going to take at least a few more rounds."
"Promises, promises."
He proceeds to make good on every single one.