Secret Desire(39)
His abs contracted and he groaned. His gaze swept over her body. “Your skin is so soft and perfect.” He immobilized her arms while he enclosed the tip of her breast with his mouth. A current of delight blazed through her. She closed her eyes, digging her nails into the bed.
He sucked her right nipple and stroked and caressed her left breast. He swirled his tongue around the areola, making her nipples pucker and peak. He moved his jaw along chest and smothered a kiss between her cleavage, leaving no millimeter unexplored.
He released her arms. A growl rumbled in his chest. His eyes blazed. “I’ve waited for this night forever.”
“Me too.” She groaned and a shiver rippled through her body.
He caressed her waist, squeezed, and ran his hand downward over her hips. He moved until his hands were at her thighs. She tightened her legs and bit her lip. He ran his fingers up and between her legs. He pushed her legs open and stroked the intimate folds of her sex. She gasped, arching back.
He bent his head down and lifted her hips. He kissed her mound, nibbling tenderly. His tongue dipped into her cleft. She feathered her fingers on either side of his head trying to keep from wildly rubbing herself against his face. Pure pleasure unfurled as he licked and opened her slit with his fingers. An excited exhale escaped his mouth.
She whimpered in response. His mouth was at her opening, he sucked and plunged his tongue inside her without mercy. She bucked upward, giving into need, moving her hips and pressing herself against his face. Every fiber in her body wanted to explode. He suckled the erect nub of her clit and she couldn’t stop a climax from building.
She framed his head with her fingers. “Dustin—”
“I want to make you come so I can taste you.”
“Oh. Yes.”
He inserted his finger, pressing and swirling against the feminine muscles and her G-spot. Her body rocked with peaks and valleys of pleasure that she no longer tried to hold away. She’d waited to experience this moment with him and savored the sweet sensations that he produced in her body.
She clung to him, riding the tide that crested and tumbled. “Oh, baby. Let yourself go. Don’t hide from me.” He moved his mouth over her pussy and sucked her, alternating between mind-bending licks to heart-pounding tongue thrusts. She came for him, unable to stop herself; she let herself go. He kissed the insides of her legs, her hips, and stomach as she was suspended in a haze of bliss.
He stuck his hand in the drawer of the nightstand and retrieved a condom. He ripped open the foil pouch and rolled the condom down his length.
He eased his body between her legs and positioned his cock at the opening of her sex. She felt her tissue stretch as he entered, pushing the head of his cock in, an inch at a time. He didn’t rush and gave her time to accommodate him. He pushed forward, sending more currents of pleasure into her body.
Claire moaned loudly. He lifted her legs, hooked his arms under her knees, and drove his full length inside her. They were one now, joined by body and emotion. He backed off and then moved his hips forward again. His cock was all the way inside her, their bodies’ forged together. He lowered her legs and held his weight aloft over her. His hips moved forward and backward, rhythmically, over and over. His cock struck her in just the right spot. He slammed into her again, angling deeper, each of his thrusts unrelenting. As one crest of pleasure rose and released, another wave followed, and she could only follow the tempo he set.
They moved together, and she rode the wave of passion dissolving into ecstasy and the pure scintillating sensation they created. She climaxed again, her muscles contracted around his cock. He pounded into her body with a force that made her reel and didn’t stop until she felt him shudder, once, twice. He slowed his stroke until he stilled. Both of them were gulping air. He leaned his chest onto her breasts and she shared his heartbeat.
Chapter Ten
Dustin awoke with Claire beside him. He hadn’t truly believed this moment would be possible, but here they were together. Finally. He rolled onto his side and listened to her breathing. She slept with her hand curled up near her face—and what a beautiful face. In the morning, her hair reflected the light differently than it had last night, framing her face and making his chest convulse.
He rubbed a strand of her hair between his fingertips. Never would he get tired of touching such a silky texture, matched only by her skin. His cock responded to the thought.
His reaction to making love to her confirmed this wasn’t only lust or the power of an old crush. He wanted her in ways that were impossible to outrun the emotional effect. This wasn’t a woman he’d expected to find. Sure he’d wanted her his whole life. But the real version was a million times better than anything he could have imagined. He wasn’t prepared for the door that had opened to him. Or was he? He had no idea what plans she had beyond settling the estate. He had some ideas of what he’d like to do, both short term and long term, with her. But he had no idea what she would think of them.