Page 66 of Between the Lines
“More. Nathan, I need…”
I bite down on her clit, and her nails dig into the back of my head.
“Yes.”
“Dirty girl. Do you want it rough?”
She grunts, whines, and grabs my wrist, tugging my hand back to her opening.
I slide one finger in easily, returning immediately with a second. She’s so slick, and I tell her so as I curl my fingers toward her front wall. My name tumbles as I play with her G-spot, her thighs vibrating. Her fingers play in my hair as I focus on the orgasm I can feel in the clenching of her walls.
I press now three fingers against her opening, and slide the tip of my nose up the column of her throat, curling all three fingers against that spot as I hover with my lips above hers.
Her glassy eyes begin to shatter, rolling back in her head.
“Shh, you look at me when you come, Claire. I know it’s good, baby. Let me see it on your face.”
Baby? Where did that come from?
I don’t have time to contemplate, because Claire seems to clench me tighter on that command. I scissor my fingers inside of her, add more pressure to her clit, and rub my aching shaft against her hip, thrusting in time to my fingers inside of her. Her nails dig into my forearm. Her hips pump in a rhythm with my hand. Her eyes flutter closed, head thrashing aimlessly, and as her walls tighten,myname spills from her lips.
“Ohfuck, yes,Nathan,make me come.”
She comes violently, her thighs vibrating with electrical pulses. I wonder if her manicure has drawn blood where her nails dig into my skin. The moans that burst from her chest are a dual win—for me, because she’s finally letting go. For her, because she’s finally allowed to.
She’s barely finished before I feel her pawing at my cock.
“No, no, sweetheart. Not this time.”
She pouts, a whine trickling from her throat as she wraps her hand around me anyway. I lightly slap her pussy, and the way her back bows off the couch, the moan that I earn, tells me that I shouldn’t be telling her no.
“Please, Nathan?”
Her hand slides up the front of my shaft, pressed down the leg of my joggers, and when she finds the tip and squeezes, I can’t help but thrust into her grip.
I slide my pants and boxer briefs to my knees and lay over her, crushing my lips to hers again as I set my cock between her legs.
“I’m not going to fuck you until I know you’re sure,” I say, dipping my fingers into her sweet pussy before using her wet to lube up my cock. “Make sure you know what you’re getting into when it comes to me. But I’ll make you come again, sweetheart.”
I didn’t thinkdry humpingwould be on my list of activities tonight, but the slide of my cock up and down against her clit while Claire pants beneath me? She’s shattering all of my plans and for the first time, I’m okay with someone else writing the script.
“Not…fuck, Nathan, I need more. Need more of you.”
She pants, and I forget that I’m the one who loves being in control. Her bottom lip is fully between her teeth as she tilts her hips roughly against mine. I slide my hand beneath her ass and lift, squeezing hard to test her. She nods, moans, and I give her a swat there too before I lift myself off her.
“Up. Bend over the arm.”
She does just as I’ve asked, and the sight of her ass, of the wetness on her thighs? I’m not going to last long.
“You’re such a good girl for me, Claire. Doing just what I ask. Look at the mess you made of this pussy.”
I drop to my knees and lick a line from her clit up over her slit and back, then suck her swollen bud into my mouth before pulling away and slapping her there again.
“Shit,” she cries, thrusting back against my now absent touch. I do it again, and her cries fill this study like a symphony. I swear she gets wetter with each tap.
“Do you like that, honey?” I ask, cupping her pussy to rub the sting.
“Yes.Fuck, oh God, can you do it again? Please, Nathan, I’m so?—”