Page 64 of Courting Claudia

“Then we’ll both be naked.”

“That’s the general idea.” She heard the smile in his voice. “Relax, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You can trust me.”

“All right.”

“Do you want me to tell you before I do something?”

“No. I think I’m ready.”

“You can touch me too. If you want.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

She tentatively reached out and ran her hand across his chest. His muscles contracted beneath her touch. It was a combination of hard muscle, soft skin, and traces of feathery hair. She wanted to see him. But in order to do that, he’d have to turn the lights back on, and then he’d see her. That was out of the question. She’d have to wait to see him. Perhaps she could catch him changing or taking a bath someday.

He lay very still while her hand explored his torso. She followed a trail of hair that traveled down the length of his hard stomach, and then she bumped right into his sex. He jerked and moaned, and she pulled her hand away. Perhaps it was painful for him to be touched there. How she wished she’d had her mother to ask about these things, or perhaps a book to read for guidance.

The next thing she knew, his mouth was on her breast, and she was biting her tongue not to cry out. His warm mouth teased and taunted her, moving from one breast to the next. Gracious, she’d never known it could be like this. She wiggled her hips trying to ease the ache that persisted between her thighs.

She allowed her hands to find his back, and she ran her fingernails lightly up and down. He suckled hard on her nipple, and she cried out, arching her back.

He continued to kiss her breasts as his hand slid up her thigh and gently cupped her. No one else had ever touched her there. She’d never even imagined anyone touching her there. And if she had, it wouldn’t have been like this. His fingers parted her hair, and she could feel wetness all around.

He slid one finger into her, and she almost lifted off the bed.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Is this hurting you?”

“No.”

“Do you like it?”

“I think so.”

“How about this?” He moved his finger in and out a few times, and she rocked her hips with him.

“Yes.”

“You feel so good.” He again suckled her breast while moving his finger in and out, then in and out again.

She tried to match his rhythm, but her body felt out of control. She needed something, but didn’t know what. Knew something was coming, but wasn’t sure what it was. But God, it felt good.

Another finger slid in, and she felt his thumb rub against the tiny nub that hid beneath her hair. She cried out his name, and faster and faster he pumped his fingers into her until something happened, and for a moment everything was still and then the world turned on its axis and ripples of pleasure shook her to her toes. She knew she cried out, but she couldn’t help it. Never had she felt such amazing pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” she heard him say through her fog.

He hadn’t had his pleasure, of that she was certain. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest. “What about you?” was all she could think to say.

“Are you ready?”

It was her duty as his wife to please him. “What do you want me to do?”

“Give me your hand.” He took her hand from his chest and led it down his stomach and then to the hard length of him. “Touch me here.”