My hand skims over Clare’s hip, inching the shirt up, gasping at the sight of her dark purple, lace bikini bottoms. I growl, wanting to rip them off with my teeth.
“Shirt off,” I command, and she sits up while I help her disrobe. So much for innocently sharing a bed and sleeping. Hell, sleep is overrated, anyway.
She’s not wearing a bra, and her breasts are perky and calling my attention, screaming at me to lavish them equally.
My mouth descends on her pert nipple, and I flick my tongue over the sensitive mound.
Her back arches, and her chest pushes into me, demanding more without words. She doesn’t need to speak. I can read her body and know what she needs.
She’s restless against the mattress as I move from one breast to the other. I can smell her womanly scent. It tingles my senses and makes my cock rock hard.
I move down her breasts, kissing over the curve of her stomach. “Clare, you’re so damn sexy and irresistible,” I rasp as I nuzzle her panties with my nose, drinking in her scent.
She’s wet, and it’s all for me. I’ve made her that way.
I tease her with my tongue through the thin fabric, and her fists tangle the bedsheets. I move her hands into my hair, wanting to feel every inch of her experience.
She tugs her lip between her teeth, moaning and shifting her hips as I lick her pussy through her panties.
“Do you want more?” I ask, wanting her consent.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Clare rasps, and her eyes fly open.
“Good girl,” I praise her, and grab another pillow, placing it under her as I tug her purple panties down with my teeth.
She whimpers, and it’s one of the best damn sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. She smells like sex, and we haven’t even fucked yet. Her folds are glistening; her pussy wet and swollen.
“I’m going to make you scream my name,” I warn before grabbing one of her thighs and lifting it over my shoulder. My lips move down to her pussy as I tongue fuck her.
She gasps and moans, her sounds soft and quiet. I can’t tell if she’s usually this quiet or afraid someone else might overhear.
My tongue teases her clit, circling her pearl, flicking it as her body begins to shudder.
That’s a good girl.
I keep the momentum, two fingers sliding into her pussy. She’s virgin-tight with my thick fingers, and I’m going to have to slide three in to properly stretch her before burying my cock deep inside of her.
Her lips part wider, her mouth agape as each breath grows louder and more erratic. One hand tangles in the bedsheets. The other is in my hair. Her insides pulsate and tighten, and I withdraw my fingers and my lips just as she’s teetering on the edge.
Her eyes flash open with hatred. “Grumphole,” she gasps, panting hard.
“You’ll come with my cock inside you,” I command, climbing over her, my lips teasing her mouth.
She gulps and stares up at me, the heated glare turning primal. Clare attempts to wrestle us around, wanting to take control or maybe chase her orgasm, but I don’t let her dominate.
Our first time is going to be with me in charge, bringing her to the brink. When I give the order that she can come, only then, she’ll obey.
She keeps kissing me, and the third time she tries to roll us around I slide our hands together and pin them above her head. “I’m in charge.”
She strains against me, fighting for her freedom, but all she has to do is say stop, and I’d let go.
“Apparently, you don’t only steal panties,” she challenges, staring up at me with a heat I’ve never seen in her gaze. Not like this.
“What’s that?”
“You steal orgasms too.”
I chuckle and move my lips to her ear, teasing the lobe, feeling her squirm under my touch. “It’s called edging,sweetheart.”