Now with Fran on the way back, there was bound to be friction if he didn’t prepare from the get-go for what she might do. She was jealous of everything Claire had, couldn’t seem to stop competing with her sister. Now he was back in Claire’s life. He had to be ready, in case Fran hadn’t changed. Damage control, or the lack thereof, is what had gotten him into trouble the first time. This time he’d be ready for the many faces of Fran.
Claire sighed in her sleep, and he put aside all thoughts of Fran Robertson. He kissed Claire along her jaw and felt her cheeks move as a smile spread across her lips.
“Good morning. Would you like coffee or tea?”
“Umm, coffee would be delightful.” She moved against him.
He pushed himself up. “I’ll be right back. Unless you want to come?”
“May I borrow a T-shirt?”
“Do I have a choice?” He cupped her breasts, a perfect fit in his hands, and thumbed her nipples.
She moved her hips toward him, and he reached under the covers to turn her so that they lay on their sides, face-to-face. He lifted her leg and swung it over his waist. She gasped and giggled. “This feels much better than coffee.”
“I’ll give you something to laugh at if you’re not careful.”
“Really? Well you certainly do a good morning justice, not just a great night.”
“Baby, I’ve got a whole calendar open for you.” He claimed her hips with his hands.
“Wait.” She reached into the drawer and extracted a shiny packet. “Let me do this.”
She was naked, her body draped over his waist as though she belonged to him. He moved between her legs. She took him into her hand and unfurled the condom over the head of his cock. He closed his eyes. “I think I can improve on good. If you’re willing?”
“Oh, I’m very willing.” Her eyes were wide and her smile spurred him on.
He moved down an inch and then he slipped his cock into her sweet folds. She slid her leg upward, her knee to his chest. He was too amazed at the sensation of entering her to ask about her acrobatics. He glided over her soft tissue and with one thrust seated himself deep within her. A shudder ran along his body and he thrust again, moving his hips in one direction as he brought her body toward him, joining them together.
“Oh, goodness, baby.” He gritted his teeth. Her position made everything tighter, hotter. Her pussy wrapped around him, and he groaned aloud when she clenched her inner muscles. “You’re pushing me to the edge.”
She was something, all right. He was already near coming and he’d just started. But he’d promised something better than good, and he was going to see that promise through. He rolled over on his back and carried her with him until she sat atop him. Her hair fell in waves about her shoulders, half-covering her breasts, tempting him with the alluring peek-a-boo it created.
He caressed her breasts. “I’m going to fuck you like I’ve wanted to for years.”
He moved her hips back and forth, and she rose slightly up on her knees and came down on his cock. The sensation was overpowering. He rubbed her clit as she rode him. Claire pressed her palms on his chest, moaning. He took hold of her hips and rocked his hips into his thrusts. Fire blazed through his body. Christ, it felt unbelievable.
Claire arched and threw back her head. She called his name. Softly, sweetly, the same way he’d fantasized. “Dustin, please.”
“Are you coming? I know I’m about to.” There was no holding back. She was where he needed her and he joined her, cresting upward. He guided her hips up and down again and again while the pleasure built. She shuddered over him, and he knew she’d tilted over into orgasm. Another thrust and he followed her into a powerful climax. Panting, she lay down over his body. Her breasts pressed into his chest. He caressed the round fullness that formed the outer edge of her breasts. He skimmed the sides of her body—her waist was so tiny—and then along her hips, with their full curves. He spread his hands out over her ass, round and firm and his.
“Superb morning.”
“Extraordinary.” She nuzzled her face into his neck.
“What are your plans this morning?”
“More packing, I guess. Sorting and deciding what to do with everything.” She sat up, her cheeks glowing, and he wanted to give her an encore performance. He was still connected to her. In a second he’d be hard again. Granite.
“I want you.” He slipped from inside her, tore off the condom, and replaced it. No time to waste. He had her in his bed and he wanted to make love to her again.
He pushed her onto her side and then onto her back. He opened her legs, wide for his body to fit between, and with one single thrust, pushed back inside her. He stretched up her arms and kissed her mouth. At first, he brushed his lips lightly over her mouth and face, along her jaw, and down her neck. He didn’t stop until she began to wriggle.