Page 91 of Between the Lines
“Yes, please, just fuck me, Nathan.”
I thrust home. Andohis it world bending.
Claire’s thighs are already shaking, her walls already pulsing as I set a rigorous pace, the slapping of our skin echoing crudely off my bedroom walls. She is sin wrapped in heaven, and I tilt my head back in praise.
“So tight, Claire. Like heaven. You’re perfect.”
“Nathan, I need…”
She tilts her head to gaze at me over her shoulder, and through her half lidded eyes, I know. I slide my hand up her spine without breaking my rhythm, then wrap my hand around her throat, pressing lightly on her already fluttering pulse.
Her instant, “Oh myGod, yes, yes, harder,” makes me wonder what I ever did to deserve this girl in my bed. She’s dripping down my cock with every thrust, her quaking thighs shaking the bed. Ipalm her ass, squeezing, before I spank her once, just testing the waters. The ear splitting moan, the way she immediately bounces back to meet my next few thrusts, has me spanking her twice more.
“My naughty Claire,” I praise her. “Are you ready to come for me? Ready to make a mess on my cock?”
“Yes,” she cries. I pick up my pace, and release the hold I have on her throat in favor of rubbing tight circles on her clit. The moment I do, her pussy turns into a vice around me, and it’s a miracle my orgasm doesn’t ignite right then and there. She comes the moment I lay one more swat to her ass, her thighs trembling like an earthquake.
Eventually, she can’t hold herself up. And eventually, I can’t hold off any longer. I ease out, groaning at the sight of the wet that follows as I pull out, and turn her over onto her back.
Claire is flushed, her eyes fluttering, her pulse thrumming visibly against her throat. Her skin is that blushed, rosy pink color that I’d love to spend hours tracing with my tongue.
And all the while, there’s a hunger on her face for me.
I tense for just a moment.
What am I doing here? With this gorgeous girl in my bed? Looking at me like my hands penned the galaxy?
What can I give to her that she can’t reach out and grab herself?
She doesn’t need me.
But as if the universe wants to prove me wrong, the moment that thought enters my head, her words enter the combat ring.
“Nathan, baby, I need you.”
Baby? Need you?
It is a whisper, a secret she wants to thread only between us.
My heart has been doing erratic things all night, and suddenly, with that one thought, it rights itself again. At her command. Claire Benson is righting my world and I don’t know how to stop it, or if I even want to.
She reaches for me, and that tender move has me wanting to give hereverythingshe asks.
Right now, it just so happens to be another orgasm.
“So needy for me, Claire.”
I press into her all the way, then grind my base against her clit in a torturous pattern that has her panting.
“I am.” Her hands come to my abs, then slide up to my pecs. “I can’t get you out of my head, and I don’t think I want it to stop.”
She must feel my heart cinch beneath her fingertips. If she doesn’t, she’s about to, because I hold her there. Palm flat against my heart as it tries to jump out of my ribcage and into her waiting palm.
There’s no more talking. Only the snapping of our bodies, the panting that slips from our open mouths as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her walls arealreadyclenching against me, and I’m ready to give in.
The rough and hard falls away, and I cup her cheek, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb, as my gaze finds hers.
It’sthisthat undoes me. The welling in her eyes that speak louder truths than her words. The neediness that comes from the deep blue, unwavering despite the way her lids keep falling in ecstasy. She fights to keep her eyes on mine, clings to me in a way that makes me read between the lines, between the said and the unsaid.