Chapter 13 #2
I set the flower down. “I like it when you beg for me.” I dropped back down in the seat and set her legs over my shoulders. “Does my greedy wife want more?”
“Please.”
I licked over her lace panties with slow strokes. She was warm and wet and oh-so-sweet. She squirmed. Her nails biting into my arms. “Hold still for me. Or I’ll have to stop.”
A soft whimper left her lips as she forced herself still. “Look how good you are for me.” I slid the lace aside and found the place that made her melt. Each stroke of my tongue built the pull of desire in her. I could feel it. Inching her closer and closer to the edge.
She wanted more. Needed more. And I was going to give it to her.
I slid a finger inside her, curling it up and stroking the place that made her tremble.
In and out. In and out. When she was right there, so close to falling over the edge that I could practically taste it, I let her teeter there.
Giving her just enough to keep the pleasure alive but not quite enough to send her over the edge.
“I’m so close,” Claire panted out. “Bastien, I can barely stand it.”
I did not stop until she was twisting beneath me. Ready to take me the way I wanted to fuck her.
I dragged her undergarments down. Unfastening garters as I went.
Leaving nothing behind but black nylons peeling down her legs and her leather boots.
Claire propped herself up on her elbows to watch me as I wrapped the wet lace strap around the base of my cock.
Eyes locked, I spread her legs wider and stepped between them.
My dripping tip teased her sensitive entrance, gliding back and forth across her slickness.
Letting the smooth lace tease both of us.
I thought I knew what it was to be painfully hard, but for her, I ached. I needed, wanted, craved her, And I wanted to make her come all over my cock.
“Sit all the way up for me, love,” I told her. And when she did, I scooted her to the edge of the table until she was pressed up against me. Her hands bracing her weight. I took one of her legs and hiked it up on my hip. “You’ll stay just like this for me. Won’t you?”
She nodded.
“Good.” I pressed a kiss against her neck, drawing in the scent of her deep into my lungs, wanting it to become a part of me. “Because I’m about to put a baby inside you.”
As the words left my lips, I knew I was lost inside the fantasy.
“Bastien. Say that again.”
I slid inside her warm pussy until there was nothing left. She gasped and moaned and clenched down around me. So tight. So sweet. All mine. I had to will myself not to lose control. “I’m about to put a baby inside you.” I eased out of her, then thrust back in. “But you have to come for me first.”
A string of incoherent words fell out of her mouth.
The table groaned beneath us. Threatening to break the way I wanted to break.
I didn’t stop until she bore down around me, clenching so tight.
Through our connection, she screamed my name, and I roared with pleasure as she came around me.
Lost to everything in the world but her.
Another groan and crack came from the table, and I lifted her off it, still inside her.
She clung to me, riding me, coaxing more waves of pleasure.
Every time the lace around my shaft rubbed against her, my eyes rolled back, and I had to clench my jaw to keep myself in control.
“Nothing feels better than you,” she gasped. Her forehead pressed against mine. Sweat dripping down our bodies. “Nothing feels better than this.”
“We’ll see about that.” I walked us to the wall and put her back against it. Letting her slide all the way down on me. Both of us were breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together.
Feeling her, all of her, cracked open our connection even wider.
Each beat of her heart thrummed inside my chest like it was my own.
The trust blossoming between us radiated around me.
This was what it was like to truly be with someone.
Trust them with your heart. It was a love like I’d never known before.
I dragged myself slowly out of her, only to thrust back in, harder this time. Claire moaned with pleasure, and I kept going. Thrusting deeper and faster.
“Bastien!”
The way she screamed my name, out loud, broke something loose inside me. “This is the only thing I want to do for the rest of my life.”
Claire cried out my name again as her release built for a second time. I pumped in and out of her like I’d been born to do this. Made to make her come.
A feral noise tore from her throat.
“I’m all yours,” I said, pumping in and out. In and out. “And you know it.”
She was back on the edge, just where I wanted her. But I kept my pace, leaving her wanting because I had more to say.
“I’m not going to stop until I’m dripping out of you. And then I’m going to do it again, just to make sure it takes. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she panted. Her nails bit into my skin as she ground down on me. Her tightness quivering around me. I bucked my hips into hers, giving her the friction I knew she needed. Unable to tear my gaze away from her face.
Our bloodstones snapped together like two magnets, and every feeling intensified until I was worried I might not last, which wasn’t going to happen.
I pulled out of her for a second, just to carry her to a small conversation couch and set her down.
I had never been harder in my life. Never wanted anything more.
I caught the back of her knees and slid back inside her.
From this angle, I could let loose. Fucking like a man possessed.
My tight sack and the wet lace slapping against her with each hard thrust until I felt her pleasure cresting again.
“Oh, Bastien, I’m coming!” she screamed.
I picked up speed, hard and fast, making her clench around me, so tight and wet, until I couldn’t take it.
“I’ll come with you,” I told her.
I wanted this fantasy to be real. I wanted to give her every single drop of my seed just to watch it leak out of her, but I couldn’t let myself get that lost. At the very last second, I pulled out, fisting my thick length.
Letting my cum find her stomach. Her tits.
Her thighs. Working it free until there was nothing left.
I collapsed on the floor beside the couch, breathing heavily, my hand finding hers.
“Bastien?” Claire said tentatively.
I raised my brows. “Yes?”
“I—I’ve never felt this close to you.”
I kissed the back of her hand. “Me either.”
She touched the side of my face, staring into my soul with her molten brown eyes, when a line formed between her brows. “Never try to send me away again. Okay?”
I regarded her with such love in my heart, remembering when I thought our bond was cosmic punishment by the gods, only to realize it was so much more than that. Her love could never be a punishment.
I just had to be strong enough to keep her safe.
I kissed the top of her head. “I promise.”