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“Fuck,” tumbles aimlessly from my mouth, and I hiss as her tongue darts out, licking up that drop of liquid. Her mouth sinks slowly, taking me in, and I gather her hair up, gripping it in my fist so I can see her.
I swear to fucking God, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Claire. I wish I could take a picture so I could remember this moment, the way she’s staring up at me, watching me come undone at the mercy of her perfect lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling over my length.
With my hands tangled in her hair, she lets me guide her up and down, showing her how I like it, though it’s really unnecessary—she’s doing a bang-up job all on her own. She pauses on the tip, sucking it, rolling her tongue along the slit, and then takes me as deep into her throat as she can handle.
“Okay, okay,” I cry, pushing her off me and sitting up. “You’re fucking killing me.” As much as I’d love to come in her mouth, I’m not ready to wind this up just yet. I’d prefer a little more unrestricted time with her and her magnificent body.
Claire giggles and licks the moisture from her lips, climbing onto my lap. Her arms wind around my neck as she settles on top of me, rocking her hips while we kiss. I grab a handful of her ass, rolling into her, and kiss along the edge of her jaw until I find the spot below her ear I’m looking for. She throws her head back and moans when I suck on it, grinding her center down on mine.
I’m well aware that I don’t have a condom on and my dick is rubbing all up over her, slipping through her wet folds, brushing against her clit. Before it slips inside, I need to wrap it up, but I don’t have a condom here because, oddly enough, this is not at all how I thought this day was going to end when I went for my run this morning. I’m also not sure this is where we should take this tonight, that this should be anything more than pleasing and teasing, hot and heavy without the fucking.
I tip her backwards and open her legs, settling between them. Gripping the base of my cock, I sweep the tip over her drenched pussy, both of us groaning, because I at least need to fucking feel her, get this close. And fucking Christ, she feels amazing.
Claire sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, and I see those wheels turning, working, as she mulls over the same unasked question as me: what are we doing here? Where is this going? How far are we willing to take this tonight?
“Avery,” she whispers, timid fingers climbing up my chest. “I want you to…will you…fuck me?”
I try not to let my body go rigid with pure shock and wild anticipation. I cup her head and kiss her tenderly. “It’s okay if you’re not ready, Claire. I can wait. We can wait. I’m fine with waiting.” I think the amount of times I just said that word tells her waiting is the very last thing I want to do right now.
Her eyes flicker, and I watch that self-doubt creep in. I know I’m not the one that put it there, but still, I hate that it exists. “Do you want me?”
My fingers wrap around her biceps, keeping her in front of me when she tries to shift backwards. “Do I fucking want you? I’ve wanted you ever since you walked that ass into that bar two weeks ago. Haven’t I made that obvious?”
My mouth dives down, kissing her hard. Breathless, I tell her, “The second I saw you, I wanted you. You strolled in with this shy smile on your face and I swear every fucking head turned to look at you when you threw your head back and giggled. I watched you talk to the bartender and all I wanted to do was throw you over my shoulder and walk out of there with you and you hadn’t even looked in my direction yet.” I push her hair off her face, gathering it in my fist. “I want you, Claire. I want you so fucking much. All of you.”
Her eyes soften and glisten, and my heart feels like it’s swelling with…something…inside of my chest. What is that? Why does it feel that way? Instead of sinking inside her, all I want to do suddenly is scoop her up into my arms, kiss her all over, hold her, ask her to be mine.
She strokes the side of my face, her fingers moving over my jaw, brushing across my lips, and something catches in my throat.
“I like you so much,” I blurt out. Who the hell am I? God, this is maddening. I don’t know how to do this. Am I messing everything up? Are things going too fast? Am I saying too much?
She blinks up at me, heat creeping up her neck. Her mouth opens and—
Vivi’s sudden, loud cries pierce the air. “Auntie Claaaire!” she wails. “Claaaire!”
Our eyes lock for a long moment before Claire lets out a soft exhale. “Yes, baby?” she calls back to her niece.
“I…hab…nightmare!” she chokes out between heartbreaking sobs.
Dropping my head, I reach for Claire’s shirt on the floor and tug it over her head, shifting it down her stomach, around her hips. Covering her up is the last thing I want to do, but this is important. Vivi’s distressed and she needs her auntie.
Claire’s gaze swims with guilt, and maybe a bit of disappointment, too. At least I’m not the only disappointed one here. Though I’m sure it would be perfect, this isn’t how this should go anyway, so I’m taking this as a sign. I want to have her all to myself, wine and dine her, show her just how much I want her, how much she means to me.
“I’m coming, honey,” Claire assures Vivi.
Pulling her up off the couch, I crouch on the floor below her, dragging her shorts back up her legs.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, one hand raking through my hair.
I cup the back of her neck, pulling her forward for a kiss. “Not a thing to be sorry for.”
Once I’m dressed, I join Claire in the bathroom, washing my hands while she frantically brushes her teeth, cringing at the way Vivi sobs, waiting for her.
I place my hand on her back when I’m done washing my hands. “I can get her.”
She shakes her head, gathering her hair over her shoulder as she leans over the sink and rinses her mouth out. She washes her hands and pats herself dry on the hand towel sitting on the counter. “Thank you, Avery, but it’s okay.”
Nodding, I watch her disappear into her bedroom before I head down the hallway, gathering up my things from the kitchen. I look up when Claire walks back in with Vivi on her hip, all red-eyed and sopping cheeks, clutching her stuffie to her chest.
