Page 90 of Between the Lines
Claire Benson turns cotton candy pink everywhere.
I don’t think I’ll be able to look at her ever again when she blushes.
I’m in the middle of staring when her toe slides to the edge of thebed where I’m still standing and nudges the tip of my cock that pokes just past the elastic of my boxer briefs. I grunt, snatch it, and pull her toward me, nipping her ankle. She squeals, eyes widening in exasperation, then fluttering back to half mast.
“Impatient.”
“I think eager is a better word,” she counters. And boy, do I like her feisty like this.
“Let me take my time,” I say, soothing the nip first with a gentle kiss, then with the flat of my tongue. She moans, and I swear I could get a contact high from the sound.
“You can take your time later. We’ll have plenty more times after this, won’t we?”
My heart stops in my chest, if only for a beat. I hope she doesn’t notice, because that statement, the fact that she wants to stay,wantsto keep seeing me, does something to me. We’re breaking every single rule, and though I can’t quite put my finger on what the ache in my chest is for, Icanfall into a push-up position over the top of her so that we’re nose to nose, so that she can see the intensity in my eyes when I say, “Of course we will, sweet girl.”
Her blue ocean eyes swirl to a calm, low tide, and I kiss that promise to her gently before my body falls into the cushion of hers that cradles it so well.
It doesn’t take long for our kisses to become heated. My cock finds its snug home between her legs, and the dripping wetness has me returning to our earlier rutting. Kisses become a tangle of tongues, and her little mewls have me dying for more of her. I slide my lips and tongue over her throat until I reach her breasts, laving the flat of my tongue over one nipple, then the other, before I suck. Her hands map me, one tangling in my hair, and one striking down my back. She holds me there while I play with her tits, then tugs me back to her mouth.
“You,” she says, before sliding her tongue past my lips and twirling it around mine. “I want you, Nathan.”
One hand remains in my hair while the other snakes between us, nudging my underwear to the tops of my thighs so that she can fist my cock. She tugs on my hair and tugs on my dick in the same moment, andGodI think I like that a little too much.
“Ask me nicely,” I grunt, pumping into her hand, readjusting so that with every thrust, I’m tapping her clit. “Be a good girl and say please.”
She whines frustratedly, and a chuckle sits ready in my throat until she says, “Please, Nathan, I’ve needed you for too long.”
I swallow.
Need.
That word sits heavy for too many reasons.
But Claireneeds me, and that forces me forward, my closed lips against hers, my hand wrapping over hers that still fists me. My lips pop off of hers before I sit up to reach for my bedside table where a new box of condoms waits. I can’t imagine how crude this sight is to her—me, standing on my knees, my underwear stretched between my thighs, my erection long and thick and seeping for her. But she must like what she sees, because all of a sudden, Claire’s hands curve around her breasts, another of those sweet littleGahsslipping off her tongue as she pinches her nipples.
“That is such a pretty sight,” I grunt, rolling the latex over my length, then shucking my underwear and positioning myself between her spread thighs.
“Is now the wrong time to tell you how much I’ve thought of you while I’ve touched myself?” she gasps that question as I swirl my thick head against her clit, then nudge it against her opening and notch just that inside her walls. She istight.
“Might be,” I grunt. “I’d like this to last longer than a few minutes.”
She sighs, and I slide painstakingly deeper, gripping her thighs the whole way.
“You’re so tight, Claire.”
“It’s been a while.”
“Mhm. Me too.” I grunt, pressing in slowly. “Relax, baby, you can take it. You can take all of me. Breathe deep.”
It’s a tight fit that has us both sighing as I bottom out, and her hips swivel against me immediately. I groan, then pull back and swat her clit with the tips of my fingers.
“Thought you wanted this to last,” she moans, and already, I can feel her walls vibrating around me, especially when she pinches her nipples again.
“Are you already close?” I lift one eyebrow, and she nods, whining.
I pull out, ignoring the choking moan of protest from Claire as I flip her easily onto her stomach, then lift her onto all fours. I slide my dick between her folds, and lay myself over her back, nipping at her ear.
“Can I have you rough before it’s tender, sweetheart? I need it hard and fast, but I want to finish with your eyes on me. Is that okay?”