Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Beckett
She was going to kill me.
I growled and wrapped my arms around her before I rolled us until she was seated on top of me. The comforter was soft against my back. The delighted shock on her face was quickly replaced by a wicked grin.
“I need you, Clara. Only you.”
She leaned down to give me a gentle kiss, then dragged her nails down my chest. Not hard enough to leave marks, but damn, I hoped she would.
“Do you want to be in control, Beckett?”
Her voice was quiet as she asked, but there was no judgment in it. She truly wanted to know so that she could be what I needed.
And god help me, I wanted the control. But not just for my own pleasure. I needed to make sure my partner was sated, more than once, before I would let myself finish. I don’t know where the drive to take care of others came from, never really thought about it before, but … how did she know?
The other partners I’d had enjoyed what I could give them but hadn’t pushed to give me pleasure in the same way, instead preferring to let me reach it on my own if I wanted.
But not my Clara. No, that wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to give me the same level of attention, of care, of pleasure, in whatever way I needed.
“Yes, I want to be in control. I want to play with your clit and watch you ride my cock, Clara.” I reached up and gripped her chin and made sure she met my gaze as I growled, “But you can’t finish until I tell you to.”
A dark desire had crept into her honey brown eyes, and she nodded. I swallowed hard as I felt her squeeze around my cock, even with the condom. Damn, but she was perfect.
“Good girl. Kiss me and then ride me so I can watch how well you take my cock.”
The kiss was soft and slow, but she nipped my bottom lip before she sat up and started to rock herself on me.
Her obedience was a turn on, and I didn’t really need for her to fully submit to me, especially when that stubborn streak showed up and she added a little bit of malicious compliance to her actions.
I gripped her hip with one hand, holding on more than guiding. I pressed the thumb of my other hand to her mouth. Her lips, swollen from my kisses, parted for me.
A groan escaped as she let my thumb slide into her mouth and she licked and sucked. My cock twitched, and I saw the delight in her eyes. I grinned at her and moved my thumb to press against that small bundle of nerves. It, too, was swollen from my earlier attention.
Clara rolled her hips and her breath caught every time the movement increased the pressure from my thumb.
“That’s it, Clara. You look so fucking good as you ride my cock. Look at you, taking me so well.”
I took in the sight of her in this rawest of moments – hair mussed, sweat beading on her flushed skin, leaned back with both hands braced on my legs, wholly focused on this moment.
I memorized every line and curve of her, desperate to make it last but knowing my body wouldn’t. Already I could feel my orgasm building.
“Are you ready to come for me, little wren?”
She nodded, her thighs already shaking – whether from the effort of moving herself on me or holding back an orgasm, I couldn’t tell.
I needed her closer, needed to hold her as she came apart.
In as smooth of a motion as I could manage, I sat up and pulled her in against me. Without missing a beat, Clara adjusted so her legs were wrapped behind me, her arms around my neck and tangled in my hair.
I kissed her, deep and slow.
She shuddered in my arms. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, “Use your words, beautiful. Tell me what you want.”
“Beckett.” My name was a moan on her lips, and I nearly finished right then.
“Tell me, Clara.”
“Oh god, I want to come, please, Beckett. I’m so close. I want to come and I want you to come with me.”
That was going to be the end of me.
Having been content to let her have control of my cock in her pussy up until now, I braced one hand on the bed behind me, gripped her hip tighter and started to thrust upward. “Play with your clit, beautiful. I want to watch you play as I fuck you, until you come apart around me.”
I’d barely finished my sentence before her fingers replaced my thumb, and her breaths came in short rasps.
Her walls tightened around my cock. “You’re doing so well for me. You feel so fucking good, princess. Come for me, Clara. Let go and come for me.”
And holy hell, she did. Clara cried out my name as her body tensed and her orgasm rolled through her. Still thrusting, I watched as she shuddered, until I felt my own pleasure build. My pace lost its rhythm as my body chased release.
“Fuck, yes, I …” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as my own climax barreled through me.
Spent and muscles still trembling, I somehow managed to roll us over again until Clara was next to me on the bed, my cock still inside of her warmth.
“Are you okay?” I asked, a little worried that I’d somehow hurt her in the last few moments before I orgasmed.
She beamed at me, face flush and glowing from her climax, and my heart nearly stopped at the love in her eyes. “I’ve never been more okay.”
Thank fuck.
I was never going to let her go.