Chapter Thirty-Two
She was made for me. She had to be, because anyone else would have found me insensitive, offensive, or borderline obnoxious, so many times. Not her though. Claudia accepted my faults, and offered me patience and love. Yes, love. She fucking loves me.
I thought I was burdening her with my feelings, but instead I was manning up, as they call it. I was being my best fucking self, because that’s who she deserves.
“Can I… Jesus, this sounds pathetic, but can I be on top this time?”
Claudia giggled, dragging me over her as she eased back onto the bed, her knees coming up at my sides to brace me on top of her.
“Fuck me, Stag. Fuck me right now.”
Whoa. Straight to the point. Wasn’t I supposed to do the foreplay thing first?
“Now, Stag. I’m wet, I’m horny, trust me. You just told me you love me, and I want to celebrate that with you.”
She reached between us, stroking my cock as she tried to guide it inside her. I caught her wrist and tugged it away, grinning at the frustrated look on her face.
“Stag!”
“What? If I’m on top this time, don’t I get to drive?”
Claudia giggled, trying to rock her hips up against me, as I reached down to slide my fingers between her legs.
Whoa. She wasn’t kidding. She was wet as hell.
I eased two fingers inside her and she moaned, lifting her hips again in response.
Fuck yeah. I wanted to be deep inside her again, to bring her so much pleasure that she’d scream.
Could I make her scream as she came? Fuck.
What if I don’t make her come? What if I get mine, and leave her unsatisfied?
What if I can’t do this if I’m the one in control?
Danno’s words flooded my head. Give her at least twice as much pleasure as I get. Orgasms are great apologies. That’s great advice unless the one thing I can’t do is get her off. Jesus.
“Stag, look at me.”
I don’t know when I released her hand, but Claudia slid her fingers into my hair, cupping the back of my head and tugging me closer to her.
“What’s going on?”
I swallowed hard, feeling like the biggest, most pathetic loser on the fucking planet.
“I watch porn,” I blurted, and groaned, scrubbing my hands over my face as I pulled away from her and cursed myself for my dumbass words.
I shoved up from on top of her and rolled to sit beside her.
What a dick move. She can’t see my fucking lips now.
She started to move, and I shook my head, rolling back and onto my side beside her, watching her move to mirror me.
“Sorry. That’s such a stupid thing to say in bed.
It’s just… I watched a lot of porn over the years.
The women all get off, and scream, and every fucker knows how to make them do that stuff, and what…
” I cleared my throat, trying to find a voice I didn’t even need to speak to her, because I could mouth words soundlessly and she’d hear me in her own way.
“Go on,” she said, resting a palm against my thundering heart, pounding away in my chest as I revealed the inner loser that’d always been there inside me.
“Porn makes it all look easy, but when I think about what I’m gonna do, I get unsure of myself.”
She smiled. “Don’t waste time thinking, Stag. Do what feels right. Your instincts will get us there.”
“Yeah, but if everything I’ve heard or seen on shows outside of porn is correct, then most men are shit at getting women off. So, I dunno. Which one’s me? Am I gonna get you off like a porn star, or am I gonna leave you unsatisfied? The last thing I want is for this to be crap for you.”
Claudia smiled, rubbing her hand lightly over my chest, like she could ease my panicked heart with her touch. Hell, maybe she could. It felt like she was.
“None of this stuff is the same with every person, Stag. Every time you got me off before we had sex was perfect, so you know how. You’re just second guessing something that came naturally to you.
If you don’t get me off during sex, you can get me off right after.
We’ll find our way, but what matters is that we’re both in it, and enjoying it. ”
“And if I don’t get you off while I’m fucking you, how can you be enjoying it as much?”
She smiled again. “You think I don’t get pleasure from having you touching me, or inside me, kissing me? You think none of that feels good? Does it not feel good for you?”
I scrubbed my hand over my face again, because I did it again. I spoke and I fucked shit up.
“I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
“So don’t,” she said simply, taking my hand and sliding it over her breast, gliding it lower, over her stomach, and down between her legs, my fingers easing inside her as if it really was that natural for me.
“Yes,” she murmured, guiding my fingers to dip inside of her, and then ease out and circle her clit. “Your touch is just what I need, Stag. Touch me. You already know just how I like it.”
Her fingers stayed on mine, but she stopped guiding me, letting me take over, dipping, swirling, dipping, all the while hearing her breathing speeding up, feeling her body trembling.
“This is good?”
She nodded vigorously, sliding her free hand down my chest and down to my cock, her fingers leaving tingles in their wake, a shockwave hitting me as she grasped me and stroked me.
“Fuck! That feels so good…” Claudia rolled onto her back, tugging my hand to bring me with her. This time there was no thinking at all. She was showing me what she wanted, and as I moved on top of her, I eased my cock inside her, and a shudder rolled up my spine as her wet heat enveloped me.
“Jesus… I… fuck, I love you, I fucking love you.”
Claudia smiled, pulling my head to hers, her tongue teasing my lips as she drew me into a kiss.
My head was clear of everything except Claudia, except how she looked at me, how she felt, and tasted. How being inside her felt like the only place on this earth that I was meant to be.
Claudia
His confidence returned to him as he began to move, almost like his nerves faded away a little more with each thrust, and it felt so good, like he’d figured everything out in this moment. Like his body was learning with every move, and pleasure was overriding every other thought and fear.
“God, yes!” I gasped as he started thrusting harder, faster, hitting deeper each time as he chased our pleasure.
For all his concerns about my pleasure, he wasn’t failing me at all.
Every time he slammed deep inside me, he ground against my clit in the most sensational way, and without warning, I was suddenly arching into him as heat soared through me, singeing my nerve endings with intense rippling pleasure.
“Oh god, oh god.” I wasn’t looking at him now, my eyes closed, my head rocked back. If he was speaking, I’d never know it, but I felt it when he followed me over the edge, his hips stuttering as his rhythm dissipated and he held deep inside me.
My eyes found his lips just to see him saying ‘fuck yes’, and then he was leaning close to me, not kissing, just bracing his forearms either side of my face so he could stare at me.
“So fucking perfect. How are you with a prick like me?”
I wet my lips, wanting a kiss, just one more kiss before I’d pass out from sheer sexed-up exhaustion.
Stag read me perfectly, leaning close to press his lips against mine, no tongue, just soft sweet lips, and a smile I could feel against mine.
I don’t even remember moving or falling asleep, I was so blissed out.
Stag was still beside me when I woke next, and I knew exactly where his fingers were, because they were stroking my pussy, sliding back and forth, sending little tingles up my spine as I woke to the most blissful version of my permanent silence.
The version that had Stag in it, smiling at me as his fingers worked, a wickedness in his eyes that I’d never seen before.
His confidence was definitely growing in terms of intimacy and sex, and I was more than happy to be the recipient of his exploration.
“Morning,” I murmured, watching him bite his lip as he delved a finger deep inside me, drawing a ragged gasp from me. I felt it, but only he could hear it, and it pleased him, I could see it in his eyes when he saw the pleasure he gave me.
“Seeing you feeling like this never gets old, Claudia. I want to do just this and nothing else for the rest of my days.”
Another wave of tingles rippled through me as he fucked me deeper with that finger, then eased out and slide two fingers inside me instead.
He watched me closely, noticing every gasp, twitch, and undulation of my body, as he experimented with his fingers, then with a wicked grin, he leaned his head down and I shivered as every heated breath touched my skin on the way down.
By the time he ran his tongue around my clit and started to suck on it, pleasure was already arching my body, as every inch of me lit up and sang.
For a man who’d had no experience at these things, he was seriously making up for lost time now. He licked me through my orgasm and then he sat up, sucking on his bottom lip as he eyed me.
“That’s my new favourite way to wake up,” I whispered, reaching up to brush my thumb under his lip, where his skin still glistened from going down on me.
“Yeah, kinda thinking that’s my new daily routine. Make you come with my tongue, shower, breakfast.”
“What about you?”
Stag grinned. “I’m starving, and that little taste of you didn’t fill me up,” he paused and smirked, “this time. Next time I’mma gorge myself on your sweetness.”