Page 71 of Courting Claudia
He finished removing enough of his clothing so that his member sprang up between them. She hadn’t seen it the night before, and now that she had, she was amazed it had fit inside her.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
She could have lied. Averted her eyes and said nothing, but he’d said he liked her to be bold. And truth be told, she liked being bold. It was exhila-rating. So she swallowed her nerves, looked him right in the eyes, and answered.
“Your body.”
“What about my body?”
“I’m puzzled by how everything works. How we fit.”
“We’re a perfect fit,” he said, then he lowered her hips down until she felt the tip of him enter her. Then he stopped.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Nothing. I want you to be in charge.”
“I can’t. I don’t know what to do.”
“Yes, you do. You simply do what feels right.”
“But what about you?”
“Whatever you do will feel good to me.”
He held eye contact while she slowly lowered herself on him. He filled her, and the discomfort was there again, but only in the background. She stayed still to let her body adjust to the invasion, all the while looking at him. It was shockingly intimate to look him in the eyes while his body was joined with her. Almost overwhelmingly so. She felt tears pull at her eyes, so she closed them and began to move.
Tentative at first, she rocked slowly, until her body hit a rhythm. She moved her hips forward, loving the feel of him buried inside her.
“Look at me, Claudia.”
She opened her eyes and met his gaze, but stopped her movement. His brown eyes had darkened several shades, appearing almost black now.
“I wanted to watch you last night.” He picked up her hips and moved her up and down a few times. Pleasure etched his features. “I love the feel of you.”
She wanted to close her eyes again, or lean into him, so that he couldn’t see her. But she enjoyed watching him. The intensity in his eyes touched her deep inside. He was a man of great feeling; she could see that now. Perhaps he could grow to love her.
“Move, Claudia.”
She chewed on her lip.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I want to watch you.”
He reached into the bodice of her dress and cupped her breast. She arched against him and began her movement again. A slow, steady rhythm.
He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and she cried out.
“That’s it. Just let go of your mind and feel. Do you like this?” He cupped her breast again.
She nodded, unable to say anything.
“I want to see your breasts.” He unbuttoned the front of her dress, and the material sagged, revealing her corset and chemise.
It took some maneuvering, but he managed to loosen the material enough so he could release her breasts from their confines.
“Beautiful.” He leaned in and brought a nipple into his mouth and suckled hard.
She bucked against him, trying to reach release. While he kissed her breast, his hand reached beneath her skirts and found the sensitive nub. He rubbed it gently, moving in a slow circle.