Secret Desire(41)

He released her arms. She groaned and bumped her hips, almost demanding he touch her, take her. She threaded his hair between her fingers and tugged. He ignored her. He played with her breasts and nipples. He rolled her nipples into hard peaks between his fingers while he nibbled her ear. Her groans grew louder, her hips moved insistently, and he reclaimed her hands. He moved his mouth up and down her neck, stopping every now then to suckle a point, holding his cock still within her body. And it took every ounce of concentration considering he was fully erect and each of her movements released a spasm of pleasure that demanded an equal and opposite reaction.

“I can’t take another second. You must. You can’t hold back any longer.”

He feigned innocence. “What do you mean? Oh, yes. Coffee. I’ll be right back.”

“No, you’re not going anywhere. You know what I want.” Her eyes were bright and wild, and he wanted to stay right here, connected to her in every way.

She widened her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and there was no place to go but deep inside. He bent his head and kissed her. Not letting go of her arms, he arched back and moved his hips against her mound.

“Baby, like this?”

He plunged into her and then moved back, using his knees to leverage his body, almost coming out of her narrow sheath, before thrusting back into her. She closed her eyes.

“Yes. Do it again. Again, Dustin, again.”

He let go of her arms and she wrapped them around him. He came up onto his elbows, moving with her legs around his waist. He took his time exploring her body, what made her gasp or moan. He moved into her and rocked his hips back, enjoying the friction created. He came back into her and repeated this rhythm. She joined in, her body moving, her arms entwined around his neck, her body sliding against his belly and chest, her breasts pressed against him and then released. He drove into her, lifting up so that his cock rubbed against her clit before slamming into her. Her breath was fast and he prayed she was near orgasm. He thrust again, deep, so deep his headboard thudded against the wall. She whimpered and clutched at him.

He was near to calling out, his breath burned in his chest. He kept diving into her body, pumping his cock faster and faster while the headboard echoed his rhythm. She increased her movements, and then he was unable to stop himself. Her voice lifted into a yell. His name came from her lips, giving him leave, and he let go. His body erupted, he came with such force into her. His voice rang out hoarsely, shouting her name. Their voices harmonized into passionate wail of triumph. Never had he experienced this type of lovemaking.

He settled against her. Their breathing was short and rapid, their bodies covered in perspiration. Their arms and legs were tangled together.

There were absolutely no words to express this experience. None that he knew.

Her heartbeat tapped against his chest. He held her there until their breaths returned to normal.

Time passed. He opened his eyes, realizing they’d both fallen asleep. She lay in his arms, warm and soft, and he never wanted to let her go. Never.

He gazed at her sleeping face. He loved her. He was deeply in love with her. The thought tore at him. She moved in his arms, and he squeezed her. He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to feel her against him, so close a beam of light couldn’t find space to move between them. Claire’s eyelids fluttered.

He kissed he cheek. “I owe you coffee.”

“Oh, I think for what you’ve done, you could easily demand coffee and breakfast in bed. And I’d not be one to argue either.” She traced some imaginary shape on his chest. She moved her finger in a circular pattern and then changed course.

“Are you hungry? Shall I make you breakfast in bed or just coffee?”

“What time is it?”

“Nine or so.”

“Just coffee, please.”

He nodded. “I never got a straight answer about your plans.” He walked to the bureau and pulled out a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. “Here you go.”

She unfolded the shirt and smiled. “This is your company.”

“Yes. I’d be proud to see you in that shirt and know you weren’t wearing any bottoms.” That would be one memory he’d cherish. He slipped on the shorts.

“Your house is lovely. The way you’ve opened up the upper floor. Really gives a spectacular view.”

“That’s what I thought. The rooms were too small and there are enough bedrooms downstairs. Master suites do better on the real estate market from what I can tell.”

“I hope you don’t sell the place.”

He stared back at her. Christ, he didn’t want to either. “I see a lot of possibilities in staying.” Not a giant step, not one that would scare her out the front door. “Now for that coffee.”