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“Counting on it,” she taunts.
Flipping Claire onto her back, I crawl over her. “This shirt is coming off.” I yank it over her head. “And this bra.” It follows the shirt quickly.
I have to sit back and drink her in. I’ve touched her, sure, but I’ve never seen her like this, so openly on display. I’ve never seen the perfect swell of her tits, the little pink rosebuds that decorate them, tightening right before my eyes. She’s so perfect staring up at me, her unruly waves fanning out around her, teeth pressing into her bottom lip, those damn dark lashes she’s peering up at me from beneath.
“Perfect,” I mutter before dipping my head.
The second my mouth closes over her nipple, a moan rips up her throat, tumbling from her lips as she arches up off the couch, pushing further into me. Her fingers plow through my hair, legs wrapping around my back while I take my time teasing each nipple. I pinch, I roll, I tug. I suck, I nip, I lick. Claire goes wild, wild, wild.
She’s making so many noises, whimpering above me, whispering my name, and my ego soaks every bit of it up. My mouth moves down her body, tongue swirling, tasting, and her stomach clenches beneath my lips. I pause over her shorts, my fingers curling over the sides of her waistband, and peek up at her.
Her cheeks turn rosy as she bites her lips and nods.
Pulling those sorry excuse for pajamas down her legs, I groan and drop my forehead to her stomach when I find she’s not wearing any panties.
“What?” she asks quietly, voice barely a whisper.
“I’ve been waiting since the moment I laid eyes on you to get you naked. And now here you are.”
Her thighs squeeze together, and she shifts backwards, pushing lightly on my shoulders.
“Underwhelming, right?” Claire has the audacity to cough and avert her gaze. Her hands move to cover herself up.
I make a sound in my throat, half growl, half groan, and grab her hands, lacing my fingers through hers. “Nuh uh. Fuck that, Claire. You’re a thousand times more perfect than I could have ever imagined. I’m gonna love on every single inch of this body.”
Before she can object, I get to work on my promise, two fingers swiping through her wet folds, enjoying the whimper that tumbles from her lips when I spread her arousal over her clit, swollen with need. I watch her face as my thumb circles her tight nub, pink painting her cheeks as she holds my gaze. When I plunge two fingers inside of her, her lips part with a soft cry, her head falling back into the cushions.
Her hips arch up, pushing me deeper into her like she just can’t get enough of me. I can’t get enough of her either, so it’s cool. For the first time since I’ve known her, I feel like we’re on level playing fields.
Her walls start tightening around my fingers, pulling them deeper, her mouth opening as I slap my free palm across it, stifling her cry as my name comes spilling out.
Claire pushes up, her mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss, and the second I remove my hand from between her legs, her fingers start fumbling with the button on my shorts, hands sliding over my ass, pushing them down my hips.
I don’t really know what’s happening, where this is going. Does she…does she want to have sex? This isn’t exactly how I pictured our first time, on her couch while her niece snores forty feet down the hall. But the rest of it is exactly how I pictured it—wild, frenzied, frantic. Two people who need each other more than anything and are finally giving in.
With two hands on my chest, she shoves me backwards and crawls between my legs, licking her swollen lips. Her eyes widen when they settle on my cock, standing tall and proud.
“You’re so…you’re so…” She lifts her apprehensive gaze to my face.
I smirk. “Stroke my ego, baby,” I say with a wink, ’cause I know what she’s thinking. I am the opposite of small, just like the rest of my body.
She rolls her eyes. “You are such an egomaniacal ass sometimes,” she says, but her teasing tone tells me she doesn’t really mind, and when she dips her head, I hold my breath.
Until my morals kick in, reminding me she’s still hurting, unsure. I grit my teeth, dropping my head back with an inner groan. My dick wants to punch me in the face for what I’m about to do.
My hands find her hair, lifting her face. “Claire, baby, what are you doing?”
Her brows tweak and she sends a pointed glance at my cock. “Returning the favor?”
“It’s not a favor for a favor type of deal. It’s just about enjoying each other, enjoying this. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“Okay,” she says slowly as I pull her in, kissing her softly. “But Avery?” She pushes at my shoulders, prying her mouth from mine. The corner of her mouth lifts in a smile that’s nothing but cheeky, a wild girl ready to make some naughty decisions. “I want to.”
“I—” My sentence dies on the tip of my tongue the second her hand wraps around my shaft, and I’m already ready to blow. This isn’t going to be good.
No, that came out wrong. It’s going to be fan-fucking-tastic. What’s not good is that I’m about to last an embarrassingly short amount of time. I’ve been dreaming about this fucking hand wrapped around my cock for the last two weeks, and it’s finally happening.
Claire’s hand moves slowly, up and down, her thumb sweeping over the head of my cock, spreading a drop of liquid over my tip. Her eyes lift to mine, that sparkle that shines there letting me know she’s been thinking about this as long as I have.
