“Harder,” I dare.
He chuckles, then thrusts deeper. My back arches again as my hips meet his. One of his hands grips my hair while the other cups and strokes my breast. He drives into me hard and fast. His muscular chest and abdomen flex each time.
I stroke my hands over his body, then drag my nails over his back. He feels too good, surpassing every fantasy I’ve conjured up. This feels too good to be real.
I don’t know if I should keep my eyes open and watch him or close my eyes and lose myself in the moment. My nails drag down his back to grab his ass. The way his hips roll, each change in pace thrills me.
My toes curl, and I know I’m close. How is it this easy for him to make me feel this way?
“You’re going to come for me, Claire.” It’s a promise.
I nod, helpless when he’s inside me, fucking me, touching me. His hand slides from my breast down to my clit and he circles it relentlessly. He’s going to make sure I finish, make sure I enjoy each moment. I moan loudly and squirm, wanting more but also not sure if I could handle any more.
“That’s right.”
“You feel so…” I bite my lip.
“Don’t you dare be quiet.” He nips my neck.
“So good.” I moan.
“You like my cock, kitten?”
“Yes!” I nearly shout. I echo the same word a few times. My whole body feels light, free, on the edge.
“Come for me.” Another order.
But my body obeys as he fucks me deeper. I give in, coming so hard my vision dims. My pussy tightens around his cock, making him feel even bigger and drawing out the orgasm. I tremble and shake. My hips move erratically as I soak up every ounce of pleasure.
He pulls out and comes on my belly, panting and cursing.
Collapsing next to me, he chuckles and kisses my shoulder. “Fuck, Claire.”
“Right back at you.” I turn to face him.
He kisses me softly, cupping my cheek in his hand. His hand is so gentle, his kisses so lazy. It’s like we could be here forever and he wouldn’t mind. I lean into another kiss, stroking his side to keep him close. I expected him to get up, clean himself off, then get me ready to leave—just like every other experience I’ve had. But James isn’t like anyone else.
He kisses me, purrs compliments against my skin, and uses his shirt to wipe my stomach so we can cuddle closer. “How do you feel?”
It’s obvious isn’t it? I just came! James chuckles at whatever face I made, then shakes his head. “I mean, did I hurt you?”
“No,” I hum.
He tangles my legs in his and kisses my forehead. We stay cuddled up until our breathing is even and slow. I feel like I could fall asleep with nothing more than the sound of his heart beat. But he moves, taking my hand and leading me to a gorgeous bathroom.
He turns on the shower and tests the water. He kisses up my neck and sucks on my ear. Taking my hand, he tugs me toward the massive walk-in. “Join me.”
How can I resist that offer? I follow him into the shower and welcome his arms around me. He lathers up some soap and rubs out my shoulders, then down my arms, all the way to my fingers.
I turn to wash him too, needing to touch him, to convince myself that this is real—that he’s real and I’m not having the most vivid dream ever. I didn’t have so much to drink that I’d pass out, but it still seems impossible that we’re here.
“What’s that face for?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I whisper. I make sounds between a yelp and a moan as he grazes one of my nipples. Goosebumps pop up all over my skin as my body leans into his touch.
“Do you want more?” he asks. I glance up at him, then focus on scrubbing his hips. James kisses the top of my head. “This won’t be a one-time thing, Claire.”
“Good.” I smile and look back at him. “I want more of you.”