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Claire just gets to me, and I drag in a deep breath before I rush it all.
“I don’t want you to view me as needy. As high-maintenance.” She crawls onto her knees and comes to the edge of the bed. Pulling up at my hem, she removes my shirt. “I want to please you, too,” she promises.
I grin and watch her drag her hands down my chest. She traces her fingers along my waist, going back for my buckle. I haven’t ever doubted what she can do. She does please me, a lot, but I’ll let her continue to show it. If she was worrying that she was demanding too much of me, a silly thought that doesn’t make sense, I’ll let her appease herself by showing me otherwise.
“You please me, baby.” I brush her hair back from her face as she unbuttons and unzips my jeans. “Never doubt that.”
“Hmmm.” She pushes my jeans down, rubbing her knuckles along my erection confined under my boxers. “I want you to know I’ll take care of you, too…”
I hold my breath as she crawls off the bed. She keeps her hands on my jeans, turning me to give her room to reach the floor. Once she’s on her knees again, she pushes me toward the bed. Then she takes hold of my boxers and pulls them down.
I’m unable to look away. My dick springs free. The tip is shiny with pre-cum, jutting out inches from her face. Her eyes lock onto the sight of me hard and ready for her, and with a slow, sexy lick of her lips, she hints at what she plans on.
“If you’ll let me.” She pushes, urging me to sit, and she follows me to the bed.
I’m glad I took my boots off after entering the cabin because as she presses her fingers at my knees, I part my legs and let my jeans and boxers fall to the floor. They hang off one ankle, but she merely nudges the mess aside to kneel closer. And closer.
The second she touches the tip of her tongue to my dick, I tense. My abs contract, and I brace myself for the many hits of need that strike through me.
Dammit, she’s hot. She’s a wet dream come to life—no, she’s my dream. A bold woman who knows what she wants. A sensual lover who’s not afraid to go for it, either.
As she closes her lips around my dick, I groan and watch her suck the head in. Her cheeks hollow, and keeping her eyes on mine, she hums in appreciation.
“Baby,” I croon, sliding my hands through her hair to hold her head. “Damn, baby. Feels so good.”
She smiles around me, and as I stretch her lips, she sucks me further down her warm, wet mouth. Even though she’s tormenting me, taking this so slow, I can’t bring myself to push into her. I want her to take the lead. It’s ridiculous for her to think I was turned off by her behavior in Denver. She wasn’t needy. I just wanted the freedom to worship and memorize her so I could hang on to the memories after she’s gone. But I understand why she might need to do this for me—for herself. For her own sense of pride and power over me.
I don’t care. As she sucks me off, using a damning pressure with her lips and throat, I get closer and closer to shooting my load into her mouth. I realize I have no power to say no to this woman, and if that makes me the idiot, so be it.
I breathe faster and harder, feeling my balls tighten with the threat of an orgasm ending the fun. I flex my fingers, losing hold of her head, and as I firm the muscles in my legs, she strokes her nails over my thighs. She slows her up-and-down bobs on my cock, and as she pauses, catching her breath, she licks my tip like she’ll never get enough of my taste.
“Can…” I swallow hard. “Can you ride me?” I scoot back on the bed, not waiting for her answer. “If you’re determined to rock my world, I wanna feel you around me. I want to feel you milking me.” As I lie back, she stands and strips quickly. Then she dips down, sucking me into her mouth again before she releases me and reaches toward the nightstand.
She returns with a condom, which she rolls over me. Before I can speak or move, she straddles me and sinks down in a brutally tight grip.
“Oh, yeah.” I grunt at the feel of her sheathing me, and I let my head roll back onto the bed as she lifts up to grind back down. “Just like that, baby.”
She sits up more, giving herself a deeper angle. I clamp my hands on her hips to guide her, but I’m lost in the sight of her ravenous, lusty expression and her gorgeous breasts bouncing and jiggling as she picks up her pace.
“Like…that…” I growl, lost for words. I can’t even think, and I’m not sure I want to try. All I can concentrate on is the sexy woman getting herself off as she tempts me to let go.
Come on. You’ve got to get there first. I can’t without it. I grit my teeth, willing her to come with me, but she grimaces and falters.
“Please, Sawyer.”
“Come with me,” I argue, always ready to quarrel with her.
“No, I won’t.”
“Come with me, Claire!” I dig my fingers into her hips, falling just that much more in love with her because she’s so driven to please me. As if watching her ride me like a wanton, wild woman isn’t the epitome of all I want.
She tightens around me, then cries out. Her head drops back, showing me the art that her body is. The slender length of her neck, the generous swells of her breasts, and her flat stomach, all the way down to here, where we’re connected. She’s magnificent and raw, so full of passion.
All for me.
I know this now.
I should have accepted it earlier instead of being a coward and worrying about how to treat her. It’s clear. This woman just very well could be it for me, and I’ll be damned if I ever give her another reason to doubt my feelings for her, as complicated and undefined though they may be.
