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I chuckle a little, unable to help myself. “Open up for me, then.”
Realizing she’s too tense, she breathes in and then out, her body relaxing. I take advantage, forcing her to accommodate me. Once I’m past the ring of muscle, I pull her hips back onto me, making her take the rest of me all at once. She gasps out, her head jerking up, her breath a series of tremors. “I—I don’t think I can.”
The hard part isn’t just getting it in. It’s the retreat, the feeling of the body trying to return to normal before it’s time. I give her a minute to adjust to feeling so full, to knowing she’s doing something that some people call filthy, disgusting, sordid. When I hear her get control of her breath, I pull back, almost all the way.
When I thrust back in, she cries out. The sound is so desperate I almost force myself to stop, but then I hear her whimper. “Keep going.”
I do, even as her breath comes in jolts that shake her entire body and her ass squeezes me like she’s gonna choke the life from me. And just before I find a rhythm with my strokes, I reach around to her pussy to find she’s absolutely dripping. The pain is feeding her pleasure, doing exactly what she wants. And I’m only going to take her higher. I slide my fingers to her clit, rubbing a circle over her. “Ohhhh,” Her moan is drawn out with the ecstasy, so that when I pull back this time, she doesn’t tense, doesn’t push me out.
I bury myself in her over and over again, sliding effortlessly in and out until it gets hard to focus on anything other than maintaining the rhythm. “Fuck,” she cries, her breath hitching. I can feel her tightening, fighting the impending orgasm.
“You make the prettiest fucking sounds.” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her waist so that it’s digging into her stomach, keeping her still as I double my pace.
This isn’t the first time she’s come for me, come on me, but it’s the first time she comes so relentlessly. The air is filled with the sound of her screams, whimpers, sobs, and gasps. She rotates between them as the orgasm takes hold of her, pleasure rolling into pain, pain rolling into exhaustion, exhaustion turning to euphoria.
I guess she’s not worried about anyone hearing her out here, because she’s totally thrown caution to the wind. I’m pretty sure they can hear us from the shore, and I vaguely hope that Wes is alive to hear the sounds I’m pulling from her.
We’re both covered in sweat by the time I’m at the edge. She’s limp, her body thoroughly fucked and worn out, her cries and gasps turning to whispers and moans. I’m all that holds her up, and I’ve taken my fingers off her, giving her a chance to rest.
I hit her hard with one last thrust, my balls slapping against her swollen clit, and unleash a groan as I spill into her. My hot seed floods her, and I work to get every last drop into her before easing out.
She collapses the minute I move my arm out from around her, her arms shaking, and her body spent. Her hair falls in a tangled mess over one shoulder. I don’t even stop to think about what I’m doing when I press my lips to the top of her spine, watching her entire body shudder with my kiss.
She doesn’t move when I get up and run a cloth under warm water. It takes all of thirty seconds, but by the time I’m back to her side, she’s lifting her heavy eyes to look at me, dazed. I press the washcloth between her legs, and she jerks awake, surprised as she bats her hand away from me. “I’m just cleaning you up.”
“I can do that.” She looks affronted by my attempt, but it’s not discomfort on her face or in her eyes.
It’s embarrassment.
I lean into her, pressing my mouth to hers and making quick work of cleaning my cum out from between her legs. By the time I’m done and stop kissing her, she’s staring at me, her mouth open, her eyes confused.
“I can clean up my own messes, sweetheart.”
She stays stunned, silent as I take the cloth and drop it in the sink. I should get dressed and take us back to the house. I shouldn’t have called her sweetheart. I also shouldn’t have fucked her again. And I definitely shouldn’t lay down beside her and pull her against me.
But I do just that, wrapping an arm around her and dragging her to my side, cocooning her warm body against mine. Her head rolls onto my chest, her cheeks flush with my skin as I listen to the sound of the rain starting up outside, the cadence of our breaths.
It’s peaceful. Honestly, I’m not sure the last time I’ve ever felt so at peace. She’s safe in my arms and Rhea is safe with Dimitri, and for the first time since my dad died, I feel secure in that knowledge. Even before he died, I was always on guard, wondering if he’d do something stupid, wondering if that would be the day my sister’s world shattered and she learned the truth about our family. I’m not sure I’ve felt this at ease since the night before I was taken to Amsterdam, the last time I had Monica in my arms, the last time the world didn’t seem like hell.
Something wet drops against my skin, and I chuckle, thinking Claire’s already passed out so hard she’s drooling on me. “Asleep already?” I tease.
She shakes her head the slightest bit, and more moisture pools on my chest. I catch her chin in my hand, and she tilts her head back to look at me. She tries to wipe the tears away before I see them, but they’re streaking her face, cutting silent paths down her cheeks.
I tense, an ache in my gut as I sit up, appraising her. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Claire is quick to shake her head, but the tears gathering in her eyes beg to differ. Clearly, something is wrong. “No.”
“Did I hurt you?” I’m confused, to say the least. Not even five minutes ago she was coming harder than I bet she ever has. “Are you mad that I—”
“No.” She doesn’t give me a chance to finish. “It’s not you.”
“Well, you and I are the only ones here, so unless there’s something you want to tell me, I’m assuming it was me.”
“No. I don’t know why I’m crying.” She shakes her head, dragging her hands over the last of her tears, and then lays down on me again. Her sniffle is the last betrayal of whatever is wrong, and then she sighs. “I think I’m just tired.”
Of course she’s tired. I’m tired and I haven’t been through half the shit she has.
I press my lips to her forehead, and then reach around to thread my fingers through hers.
