My eyes cut over to Claire as I lower my arm. My face has now turned red in anger as I prepare for the next round of shouting, but Claire is just grinning at me. “Whit?” I shout.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all semester. I just didn’t have the guts.” She starts giggling at me until I have to laugh also.
“I swear tae God, Claire. If ye dinnae walk over here and kiss me, I’m gaun tae completely fucking lose it,” I say leaning against the front door.
“You mean there’s more? It doesn’t count if it’s all in Gaelic, you know,” she grins at me, slowly walking closer.
“But I cuss much better that way.” I watch her as she pulls the sweatshirt over her head, tossing it on the couch.
“Is that what you just did? You yelled a cuss word at me?” she asks, standing an inch from me. I can feel the heat from her body.
“I would never cuss at ye! Ye’remo ghaol.” I lean down, brushing my lips over hers. She runs her hands up through my hair, pulling herself up against me.
Reaching around her, I palm her ass in my hands before picking her up. Her legs wrap around my waist as I tilt my head to deepen our kiss. I hear her moan when my tongue sweeps hers.
Pulling back, I look into her deep eyes, “Tell me whit ye want, Claire.” She tilts her head, considering. I watch her face as a thousand thoughts fly by. I see the moment she’s made up her mind.
“I want you, Alex. Even if it’s for just one more night,” she whispers. I’m not letting her go again. I don’t know if telling her that will just scare her, but I can’t get her out of my mind. One more night is not going to cure me. A lifetime with Claire won’t even cure me.
I carry her into her bedroom, laying her on the small bed. I kick off my shoes then pull my shirt over my head as she watches me. “I can still see the teeth marks on your shoulder,” she says.
“I’m thinking aboot having yer name tattooed on them so everyone knows where they came from. Whit dae ye think?” She looks at me thoughtfully for a minute before nodding her head. That solves that question, the moment I get back to LA. I’m getting a new tattoo.
I kick my pants off after fishing a condom out of my pocket. Tossing it on her nightstand, I lower myself over her, kissing down her neck until I reach her collarbone. Straddling her legs, I sit up on my knees, pulling her up with me.
“Ye’re naw gaun tae need this,” I say, sliding the tank top up over her head. Dropping it onto the floor by my shirt, I press her back down onto the bed. It’s the first time I’ve gotten to take my time looking at her. In the library, I didn’t get that far.
“Ye’re so beautiful,” I moan, looking down at her perfect body spread underneath me. “In Gaelic ye arebóidheach,” I whisper before leaning down to suck one of her straining nipples into my mouth. I can feel her hips rise up at me.
“Please, Alex,” I hear her moan as I move to the other nipple. I love how responsive she is to me. She’s already squirming underneath me and I haven’t even gotten started yet.
“Naw, we’re taking it slow this time. Nae one will bang on the door wondering where I am.” I slide slowly down her body, kissing down her stomach. I run my teeth against her hips as she bucks toward me. “I also have tae make sure ye’re naw happy with just the one last night ye told me I was allowed. I need ye tae ache for me when I leave. I need ye tae want me tae come back.”
I slide her shorts down her legs, throwing them onto the pile of clothes next to the bed. Pushing her thighs wide, I lower my head to nip at the inside of her thighs. She is already dripping for me when I run my tongue up over her folds.
My head tries to tell me to take it slow, but my body refuses to listen. I feast like a man that is dying of starvation. I know she’s getting close when I feel her inner muscles pulse around my thrusting tongue.
Exchanging for two fingers, I find that place deep inside her that makes her cry out. I forget my concern about her pulling most of my hair out when she groans my name, soaking my hand in her climax.
I’ve never heard anything better than Claire moaning my name as I ring every moment of her orgasm from her. There is a moment when I think I could stay down here forever as she comes on my tongue over and over. But, she has me so hard, I’m leaking onto the sheets between her legs when I sit back up on my knees. I don’t think I could hold off much longer and there is only one place I want to be when I come.
“Are ye okay?” I ask. When she nods, I reach past her to retrieve the condom from the nightstand. After rolling it on, I push her toward the headboard. “Still good with this?” I ask one more time.
“Oh my God, Alex, just shut up and fuck me,” she says. “Now,” she adds with a growl. I don’t ask again as I slide into her. When she gasps, I stop so she can adjust to me, grabbing the base of my cock. Is it possible that she is even tighter than in the library?
As she relaxes, I wrap my arms around her back, sitting us both up. I’m thankful for good knees when I rock back onto them, holding Claire to me.
“Hold on to me,” I say as she links her arms around my neck. I push up on my knees, thrusting as deep as possible into her. Claire wraps her legs around my waist, holding on tight as I drive into her again and again.
I slide an arm up her back so I can wrap my hand around her shoulder to hold her while placing the other one on the headboard for leverage. Using my thighs to thrust harder into her, I watch her head rock back. I know I’ve found her spot deep inside as I rub the base of my shaft against her clit.
“Ah fuck, Alex,” Claire moans when her muscles tighten around me. She milks me as I explode inside of her. I can hear myself telling her how beautiful she is, how incredible she is, but I know she can’t understand me.
When we are both gasping for air, I rock us both backward until she is laying on top of me facing the end of the bed. I hold her, rubbing small circles on her back, not wanting to pull out yet.
“My God, ye’re perfect,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head as she lies on my body. I hear her chuckle. “Whit now?” I ask.
“I guess I’m going to have to learn Gaelic if we keep doing this.”
