She settled next to him again and pulled the blanket over them. “She’s sleeping,” Claire whispered in his ears and his cock twitched at what that meant.
Her sweet fingers pulled him back out of his pants and started their rhythm again. Her lips ran over his cheek and down his neck. He groaned and reached for her. He ran his fingers through her folds, petting her and stroking her with firm movements that were sure to drive her crazy. Her lips found his, and their tongues tangled. After a few minutes, she broke free and her breath panted across his lips. She was lost in what he was doing to her. He loved that about her. How she was always with him. Enjoying him and wanting whatever he gave her.
“I want to come with you inside me,” she whispered, and he stopped moving, pulling his hand from between her legs. He started to cover her body with his, but she stopped him by shaking her head. “If I’m on top we can make sure she’s still sleeping.”
Before he could ask how that was possible, she stood up with her back to him. Oh. A little reverse cowgirl action. Nice.
He held his hard as nails cock up and watched as she settled over him and her flesh gave way. It was so fucking erotic.
Claire was always tight, but in this position she was fucking impossibly snug. He loved it. Watching her rise and fall on him. Her tight cunt muscles squeezing him, pulling him in and begging him to stay. He grabbed her waist and slammed her down on him harder. She whimpered, but followed his lead and fucked him just the way he wanted it. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was a blank canvas that he was able to train to please him the way he wanted. He enjoyed her company, adored her mouth and wanted to worship her cunt.
Fuck. He needed his head examined.
Claire felt it building. She had only ever seen this position in pornos that Elise had shown her. Trying it far surpassed her expectations. Every time his cock slammed into her, she wanted to scream in pleasure. He was hitting a part so deep inside her that it had to be an unknown pleasure center. She ran her hands up under her shirt and cupped her breasts. Her fingers twisted the hard points of her nipples and sent shock waves straight to where she needed them the most.
“Carter,” she whispered stiltedly. “Carter!”
And then she was gone. Swept away in a climax that caused her whole body to convulse and her breath to stop. He powered through her orgasm and then planted himself deep inside her. She felt the hot spurts of his come and sighed contentedly. It was so intimate knowing nothing was between them.
She leaned back against Carter’s chest and let his hands run over her and pet her in post coital bliss. His lips kissed her tenderly behind her ear, and she closed her eyes and relaxed even further. This was heaven.
Chapter Five
Carter straightened his tie and yet again wondered what the hell he was doing. Claire had confided in him one night while they lay in his bed that she had never really been on a date before. She had a boyfriend in college last year—and he used that term loosely—but had never done anything other than hang out in a dorm room or with friends. The few times they went out for pizza without people, the dumb fuck had gotten lucky with her in the backseat of his car. It was a wonder the girl knew anything about sex at all.
So now he took it upon himself to show Claire how special she was and what she should expect from a man. She was so wonderfully spirited and giving that she deserved to be treated like the princess she was.
Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and waited for Claire to come out of her room. Elise had convinced him to let her go camping with Bobby and his friends. Claire was supposed to go too, but came down with a “stomach flu” before it was time to leave. It was rather comical watching her fake an illness just to spend time with him. It was also rather endearing and made him far happier than he should have been.
Now here he stood in a damned suit in August, waiting for his girl. Shit. Not his girl. He had to stop thinking that way. They could never be more than a really fucking hot summer fling.
Claire came out, and his breath halted. She was stunning—a vision in red. Her dress ended mid-thigh. It had thick straps, and the neckline went straight across just above her breast line. It was sexy as all hell, making you use your imagination about what lay beneath it. And Christ. Her shoes were black stilettos that instantly made him hard.
He cleared his throat and drew her into his arms. “You look absolutely beautiful, baby. I’m half tempted to take you to bed and say fuck dinner and the show.”
“Thank you,” she said softly and demurely. “But I’m really looking forward to our date. I hear anticipation makes things even better. Let’s see if that’s the case tonight.”
She turned and strutted out of the room. Her ass swayed, and her legs were long and tan. He bit his lip and cursed silently. After adjusting his erection, he followed her out to the car. It was definitely going to be a long night.
~*~*~*~
Claire ran her bare foot up Carter’s leg and settled it over his cock. She wiggled her toes and stifled a grin when he groaned and grabbed them. She let out a little giggle when he tickled the sole of her foot.
“You’re a brat,” he murmured right before he ran his nail up her instep, and it was her turn to groan.
“Do that again,” she whispered and he willingly obliged.
“Our waiter hasn’t come around in a while. He’s probably too embarrassed by all your blatant overtures. Your attempt to keep me hard all night is working too well.” Carter kept massaging her foot under the table of the five-star restaurant where they were dining at.
She was in heaven being out with him tonight and not having to pretend they weren’t lovers. She might have gone too far earlier when she gave him a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss on her way to the bathroom. By the time she lifted her head, she was gripping his shoulders and squeezing her legs together in an effort to alleviate the tension that was building there.
“Do we have to go to the play?” She asked with a little pout. All she wanted was to get him home and naked. They had the next two days to spend with each other, and she wanted to make sure they were naked for the majority of it.
“Yes, so stop giving me that adorable look. I want to wine and dine you tonight. You said you always wanted to see The Phantom of the Opera. It has to be fate that the local theater league is putting that on right now.”
She sighed dreamily. Claire loved how well he remembered the things she told him. He was so unlike the stupid boys she was used to. He treated her with respect and gave her affection whenever he could. He always made her feel special.
“What day do you and Elise leave again?” He asked her, and Claire tried to school her features not to show the pain the thought of leaving gave her.
“Two weeks from tomorrow.” She picked up her water and tried to seem nonchalant. The fact that they only had a couple more weeks together made it feel like there was a vise around her heart. She really hoped that she was making progress with showing him how great they could be together. There was no way she could walk away from him now. She had to convince him to tell Elise and decide on their future.
Carter taking the initiative to woo her tonight had to mean something. The optimistic side of her was latching onto that hope and running with it. There was no other option.
“We’ll find time alone again before you go. And I’ll be sure to take my time memorizing every inch of your body. I want your screaming my name to be burned into my brain.”
Claire so desperately wanted to tell him that she loved him. How could she not when he said things like that to her? It was obvious that he loved her too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t worry about memorizing her body and remembering their time together so clearly. He needed to recognize that it wasn’t just about their bodies and the pleasure they could extract from each other. It was about mutual adoration and affection. She wanted to shake him and make him realize all this, but she couldn’t. And that just plain sucked.
After paying the bill, they walked out hand in
hand and strolled down the quiet town street to the theater league. Carter paid for their tickets, and they chose seats towards the back. Carter held her hand all through the production. The only time he let go was when he put his arm around her and tucked her into his side, or when he ran his hand up her thigh and slowly lifted her skirt higher. His finger put pressure on her most sensitive spot and teased her through her damp underwear. And when she came, her thighs clamped around his hand.
Afterward Carter leaned in and whispered, “I think you broke my hand. It was well worth it to see pleasure wash over your face. I could come right now imagining your tight, little cunt wrapped around my cock.”
“Carter,” she whispered and turned her head to kiss him. He broke free far sooner than she would have liked.
“Anticipation,” was all he said before grabbing her hand again.
While the patrons all clapped and the cast took their bows on stage, Claire reached over and grabbed Carter through his pants. He slowly started to harden in her hand. “When we get home, I want to watch while you fuck my face and come down my throat. I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue.”
“Let’s go,” he grabbed her hand and dragged her from the building.
Outside, rain was sprinkling down and they both sprinted down the street to where his SUV was parked. The heavens opened and the rain poured down as they both laughed. It was picture perfect.
~*~*~*~
Carter laid a naked Claire down on his bed. Tonight he wanted to take his time with her. To show her what it felt like to be cherished. To be made love to. He knew it was dangerous ground he was treading on. He also knew he didn’t give a shit. This was about Claire and what she deserved. And he was a selfish bastard for wanting to be the one to show her just how special she was.
Starting with her feet, he massaged up her leg. His mouth trailed where his hands went. He placed kisses all along her body, always avoiding the area she needed it the most. She squirmed. She moaned, and she panted. It was the most magnificent thing he had ever witnessed, short of his daughter being born.
When he thought she could take no more, he parted the lips of her sex and inhaled her arousal. She was drenched from all his attention and ready for him to take her any way he wanted.
With a long lap of his tongue, he tasted her. She was sweet and slightly tangy. It was an addictive taste that any man would surely kill to be able to experience more than once. With fervor, he went to town eating her. His tongue moved quickly, like lightning, over her clit while his fingers fucked her and stretched her tight little hole. She bucked against him. She cried out, and she grabbed his hair roughly and directed him exactly where she needed him.
When her pussy convulsed with her orgasm, his face was flooded with her juices. He lapped up as much as he could, savoring every last bit of her essence.
Looking up her body to her face, he was blown away by the dreamy expression that had settled there. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up her body. Her tongue darted out and licked the juices from his chin and mouth.
“I taste good on you,” she whispered, and he lost the grasp he had on his control. Settling in between her legs, he slowly slid into her tight, hot sheath. She was still so wet from her recent orgasm.
“Fuck,” he hissed and planted himself inside her to the root.
“Make love to me,” she pleaded when he pulled out and slowly slid back in.
“Always,” he whispered against her lips.
He plunged out of her slowly and methodically until she was clawing at his back and begging him to give her the release she so desperately craved. Then he sped up and thrust harder, making her scream in pleasure. Her pussy began to flutter around him, and he tipped her hips up so that he could go even deeper.
“Carter,” she cried out hoarsely when her orgasm washed over her.
He paused inside her and relished the way she squeezed him tightly. He started moving again, thrusting roughly into her once she came down. He felt like an animal. There was no control. He plundered her while searching for his own release.
The grunts and groans coming from Carter had another orgasm washing over Claire. She had so many emotions coursing through her body thanks to the way Carter made love to her. He had cherished not just her body, but her soul as well, and it was obvious that he loved her.
“Oh God, Claire. I’m going to come.” And he did. Long and hard inside her. She felt his cock twitching and his release dripping from her body. She couldn’t ever remember a time that he came so much. She knew then what she was going to do.
“I love you, Carter,” she whispered in his ear.
His body turned rock solid, and he pulled out of her, much to her dismay. She liked it when their bodies stayed connected after sex.
Propped on one arm next to her in bed, he looked down on her with pity in his eyes, and her stomach lurched at the sight.
“Claire, no—”, he started to say, but she silenced him with her finger on his mouth.
“I don’t expect you to say it back. I just thought you deserved to know that you are a kind, thoughtful, generous man who has shown me not only that I matter, but that I’m special. There was no way I couldn’t love you, Carter.”
Claire rolled out from under him onto her side and willed herself not to cry. She had readily hoped that he would echo her words back to her. She knew it was wishful thinking that he would profess his love to her, but a small part of her truly believed her wishes would come true.
Several minutes later, Carter rolled into her and drew her tight against his body. He spooned her until she fell asleep and then he carefully extricated himself from bed. Once alone in the kitchen, he poured himself a stiff drink and tried to figure out what he was going to about the naïve girl laying in his bed.
The sensible side of him knew he should sit her down and break her heart by setting her free. She needed to find someone her own age that shared the same goals for their lives. Someone who could grow with her and would spend his life with her.
The selfish side of him wanted to rip the head off of whomever that man may end up being. He wanted to claim her like a caveman and keep her with him forever. He wanted to give her whatever her heart desired. Consequences be damned.
He knew he was a weak man when it came to his affair with Claire. He would do the unthinkable and keep her around for the last two weeks of her vacation, and then he would break her heart. Only after he had as much time with her as possible would he leave her to move on and find someone better suited for her.
Chapter Six
Claire sat on the edge of the couch while Carter was on the floor and Elise on the opposite couch with Bobby. They were all playing Scrabble, and she had to admit it was a touch awkward at times. Elise didn’t know about Claire and her father’s relationship and Carter hated watching Elise’s relationship with Bobby. It made for some tense conversation.
Claire was trying to pretend in her mind that this was a double date, trying to gauge what future double dates could be like with the foursome. Her imagination was running wild with ideas of Thanksgiving dinners and Saturday night movies together. She really hoped she could make this all work.
“That isn’t a word!” Elise shouted and punched Bobby’s arm.
“It sure is.” Bobby rubbed his smarting arm and gloated over his play, which put him in first place.
“Dad! Tell him it’s not a word,” she demanded. Her face was getting red with anger and Claire so wanted to laugh at her craziness. Claire knew it was a word. She just wasn’t going to get involved unless it was necessary. Sometimes it was best to keep your mouth shut.
Carter rolled his eyes and picked up his cell phone. “Let me look in the dictionary.” His long fingers worked the screen, and she flushed, remembering that those fingers were inside her just hours ago, making her see stars. She picked up her iced tea and sucked back a healthy amount in an attempt to cool herself down.
“Looks like Xu is Vietnamese money.” Carter set his phone down and look
ed at Bobby. “Do I want to know how you knew that?”
“I play Words with Friends, sir. I learned a thing or two about how to win.” Bobby shrugged, and Claire burst out laughing when Elise stormed out of the room. She could be such a drama queen.
“I… uh… better follow her.” Bobby quickly walked out the French doors chasing after Elise.
“That was something,” Claire continued to giggle as Carter settled on the couch next to her. His arm settled along the back of the couch, and he grabbed a lock of her hair, twirling it around his fingers.
“You two are handfuls,” he murmured. His low, rough voice glided across her skin and reignited the heat she was feeling earlier.
“I didn’t do anything,” she whispered back. Her body instinctively started to move closer to his.
“You just being here is enough to make me lose my mind. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside you every time you leaned over and brushed your tits against my arm tonight. You’re a little minx when you want to be.”
“Am I?” She asked. She knew she was trying to entice him. Claire secretly hoped that he would slip up in front of Elise and have no choice but to acknowledge their relationship and admit to his feelings.
“You are. And I fucking love it,” he growled and her body responded with a shudder.
“Carter—,” she began, but the words died on her lips when he took her mouth in a searing kiss. His hand fisted in her hair, and his tongue slipped inside and tangled with hers. There was so much passion behind the kiss. She wanted more of it. More of him.
The sound of Elise and Bobby coming into the house had them breaking apart guiltily. Claire tried to nonchalantly wipe her mouth, but she knew it was no use. Her lips had to be swollen and red from that heart-stopping kiss.
“Sorry I was such a bitch,” Elise settled back on the couch and looked back and forth between the two of them. “What were you guys doing?”
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