Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family)(23)

I unbutton her jeans but don't remove them, just slide my hand under the  fabric of her panties, caressing slowly over her pubic bone. She's  shuddering with anticipation. I kiss her when I finally lower my fingers  over her opening. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. She's so wet and warm, so ready,  it damn near kills me not to sink into her right here on this desk. I  stroke her, kissing up all her moans, greedy for her sounds. They grow  more intense as I find her clit and press around it, against it, finding  just the perfect rhythm for her. I wait until she becomes drenched and  then slip two fingers inside her, pressing the heel of my palm against  her clit. She shudders almost violently. When I arch my fingers into a  come-here motion, she clenches around me.

She digs her fingernails in my arms, arching more against me, and I kiss  her hard, claiming her sound of pleasure as she climaxes. Then I hold  her close to me, steadying her until her breathing relaxes, whispering  sweet and dirty nothings in her ear. I won't deny that knowing I was the  first to give her an orgasm is a big boost to my ego. But it's also  something more, beyond pride or ego. Just the thought that other men  have touched her is torture for me. It's the first time I wish I'd been a  woman's first in all the ways. The realization hits me like a ton of  bricks. I'm experiencing many firsts with Clara, and have a hunch more  will follow.                       
       
           


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But right now, I need to take care of her, make sure she gets her sleep.  She's been working the entire weekend and helped me out tonight. It's  high time I took care of her. First step, covering her up, because  having her beautiful breasts in my face is tempting fate and my  self-control. I did a good job of ignoring the strain in my boxers when I  was concentrating on her pleasure, but now I have to grit my teeth.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting your bra on." Once that's done and her nipples aren't in my face anymore, I relax as she arranges her top over the bra.

"What now?"

"Now we're going to go upstairs, and I'm going to prepare a bath for  you. Which you will take alone, so you can relax and sleep. I'm sticking  to that plan."

"I'm leaving tomorrow for the week. We're moving filming to L.A. until  the set is rebuilt." She bats her eyelashes, then kisses my cheeks,  whispering, "Does that change your plans?"

"You're going to kill me, woman."





CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Clara

I have no memory of getting upstairs, but then I do tell Blake I want to  take a quick shower-alone. When I emerge, Blake is standing in my  bedroom, naked. My mouth dries as I take him in, and I keep my towel  safely around me until I reach the bed. Crawling backwards on the bed, I  peel away the towel.

I can't wait to trace every ridge on his stomach and those oblique  muscles with my tongue. He's watching me with an expression of pure male  want, stroking himself while his eyes scan me, and lust shoots through  me. He's scorching hot for me.

"Just so you know, tonight I'm going to take my time with you. I won't leave any inch of you undiscovered."

I swallow. Old fears rush in and I bite the inside of my cheek, searching for the right words. "Can we turn the lights off?"

Blake jerks his head back in surprise. "If it makes you comfortable, of course."

I nod and he switches the light off, then joins me on the bed, lounging next to me, propping his head in his hand.

"Clara, I know I'm so hard that I can barely see straight, but if you  want to wait, or you've just changed your mind, tell me. We'll still be  friends and neighbors."

I appreciate this more than he can know. But I have to open up-it's  preferable to Blake thinking I don't want him. Because I do.  Desperately.

"I have some marks on my back."

"Marks?"

"Yeah, scars."

For all my bravado, the first time always makes me nervous. It seems to  be worse with Blake, which is ridiculous because I trust him more than  anyone I've been with. But maybe especially because of that, I want him  to really like me, to hopefully accept all parts of me.

"Want to tell me what happened?"

"One of the kids at the group home did a prank. He mixed acid in my shower gel."

Blake's body goes rigid next to me.

"I was super lucky that I accidentally hit the bottle and the contents spilled onto my back first."

"That was no prank."

Right, time to lay it all out. "No, it was an attempt to intimidate me.  One of the older kids, Hank, bullied all the younger ones. He bit a  five-year-old badly, then threatened everyone not to tell on him. I told  on him. That was his revenge."

Hank was the resident bully at the group home. The shrink who sometimes  came by the group home tried to explain that some kids took out the hurt  of being abandoned by lashing out at others. But I couldn't be  understanding, hard as I tried. No matter his background, he'd made the  choice to hurt others. He kept making that choice. There was no excuse  for that.

"Are you hurting?"

"No, it happened almost twenty years ago. It doesn't hurt, just looks a  bit alien. But if I'm on my back, you can only see my good parts, and  you can't accidentally touch anything alien."

Blake's gaze turns hard. Even with only the moonlight highlighting him, I  can see the change. "Let me make one thing clear. I don't want you to  hide any part of yourself from me, Clara. Ever."

He moves closer, almost half over me, and the skin-on-skin contact fires me up.

"I don't want you to feel you have to hide from me," he continues  softly, trailing his mouth to my ear, then down my neck. When he nibbles  at the hollow of my neck, I inhale sharply.

"I wasn't hiding, just...okay, I was hiding." Gathering my courage  around me, I add, "But not anymore. Do you want to turn on the lights?"

"Don't do it for me. Only if you want to."

"Those are some fine muscles you have there, Bennett. I want to lick up  every one of those excellent lines. It'd be a pity not to admire them at  the same time."                       
       
           


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Blake moves to the light switch and back so fast I have to bite back a  smile. Once he's in bed, I climb over him, intending to make good on my  promise. I start with his pecs, slowly working my way down licking, and  touching and licking some more. Blake grips my hair, pressing his finger  pads slightly against my scalp. When I lick his erection from the tip  to the base, he jolts into a sitting position, pulling me right into his  lap. I land with my opening right above his pelvic bone. I shudder,  because my clit got a good shake in the process too. I'm dripping, which  he can feel.

"Your turn."

"But I wasn't done."

"If you continue, I'll lose control, and I promised I'd take my time. I don't break my promises.

He lays me on my back, climbing over me, and sweet heavens, the things  he does to me. His mouth is everywhere, as are his hands. On my breasts,  sucking my nipples-twisting my them, just enough that there is no pain,  just pleasure. He descends all the way to my navel, then lower still,  completely ignoring my soaked slit. The bastard. He makes it all the way  down to my ankles before going back up, kissing inch by inch. I'm ready  to break out of my skin, but I can tell he isn't done.

He's right above me when he commands, "Turn over."

I'm so turned on and I trust him so deeply that I do as he says the very  next second, fighting the age-old fear of rejection, drowning the  self-doubt. I'm completely still as I lie on my stomach, listening.

I'm waiting for him to say something, but instead he does something  completely different. He kisses me right there, on that skin that is  proof of less happier years. The only part of me I felt compelled to  keep out of sight. He touches and kisses, and not only accepts that part  of me but embraces it. Soon he moves to other parts, and as he kisses  up my spine, my limbs relax, every last wisp of nervousness melting.

He pulls away, parting my legs. Anticipation courses through me, and I turn slightly so I can see what he's up to.

"Don't turn. Don't look. Just feel." His voice is so strong and  commanding; it sends a white-hot tingle right to my clit. I rest my head  back on the pillow, simply giving in to him.

Blake parts my thighs wide, settles between them. He splays his hands on  my butt, his thumbs pressing my folds together, his fingers pushing my  ass cheeks together. When he swipes his tongue long and hard across the  crack, my legs stiffen and my tummy contracts. I press my forehead  against the pillow, breathing in through my nose. Then he parts my folds  and ass cheeks, licking the space in between.

"Blaaaaaaaaaaaake." Pleasure radiates through me like a shock to my  system. It's unlike anything I've felt before. He moves his hands under  my pelvis, lifting me slightly so he can kiss better. With every swipe  of his tongue, he brings me closer to the edge, until it feels like  every nerve ending in my body is wired to my clit.