Jackson
MOVIE NIGHT WAS almost a month ago and seemed to have been a turning point for Claire and me. It was as though asking her opinion broke down the final barrier. Claire seems less stressed and more relaxed around me. I like to think that it’s all the sex we’re having, but realistically I know that it’s because Zoey is back full time at the foundation, and that Claire is ticking down the hours to her final days with the team.
We have spent most of our time off together. It’s been difficult with the team making a run for the post season and the hours that that entails for both Claire and I.
Claire is a homebody and I’ve discovered that the woman can cook. She even made me a pot roast that would put any professional chef to shame. I’ve had to add an additional mile to my daily run to keep my weight down.
Last night was the first time that I spent the entire night at Claire’s house, and waking up with her long ass legs wrapped around me was heaven.
Standing under the spray of the showerhead, I jump when my girl walks in to join me and I go instantly hard. I love the fact that she is getting more and more brazen with me. Wrapping one long, slender hand around my cock, I jump again at how cold her hand is. A gasp of shock and pleasure escapes my mouth as I curl my body inward. “Christ, woman, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Letting loose of a throaty laugh, she only shakes her head and steps closer to me. Licking water off of my chest, she places a kiss over my scar. “Jackson? There’s something that I want to try and I need for you to go along with it. Okay?”
She isn’t looking at me, and there is trepidation in her voice. Cupping her face and lifting it so that we are eye to eye, I say, “Anything you want, Legs. It’s yours.” The sound of my own voice in my ears surprises me. It’s rough and heavy with sexual desire.
Stepping back, Claire proceeds to further shock and awe me. Every day with this woman only gets better and better, but the sight of Claire dropping to her knees, all while she is stroking me…I have no words.
Over the past month, my girl has been up for anything and everything. As her confidence has grown, she is more accepting of her own sexuality. Even embracing it. I almost swallowed my tongue the first time that she crawled onto my lap and started rubbing herself up and down my cock. But this, Claire naked and on her knees, finally giving me all of her, is my birthday, Christmas, and the Super Bowl rolled all in one.
Looking down at this woman, I realize just how much I need her. In my life, my bed, my soul. Claire is everything to me and I can no longer hide the craving that I have for her. With a quick glance up my stomach and chest, Claire’s eyes meet my own as she wraps her amazing mouth around my cock.
The moment her mouth is on me, my head falls back on my neck and my hands go to her hair. The immediate removal of her warm, wet mouth has me at a loss. Looking down at her all she says is, “Please don’t touch my head.” Instantly, I know the error of my actions and grow immediately soft.
Bending down, I pull my girl into my arms and whisper, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to…we don’t have to do this.”
We have never really talked about that night all those years ago, I know what I walked in on, but Claire has never shared the details. This one statement clues me in on a small portion of what occurred, and I have the sudden urge to hold her and kill Brad at the same time.
Everything with Claire is a first. I had to hold myself back initially, but lately she has gotten more adventurous. I don’t push too much, remembering her past is always in the forefront of my mind.
As though she is afraid that her past is going to swallow her whole, Claire pushes out of my embrace with a look of sheer determination and drops back down to her knees. “Baby? Legs? What are you do…Oh my God!” She wraps her warm mouth around my flaccid cock, and I go from zero to rock hard in two point two seconds. My head falls back and I’m lost to the sensation of Claire. Knowing that she is putting the past behind her, I’m enjoying this blow job even more than I probably should.
One hand has me gripped tight while the other is playing with the taint between my balls and ass. “Christ, Legs, where the hell did you learn that?” I’m on my toes and grabbing for purchase on the slick, wet walls.
Claire has been working me for a good five minutes and I’m in utter heaven. It is when my girl gets brave and slips one finger into my ass that I detonate without any warning. I literally explode the second that her perfect, little finger breaches the tight ring within me.
Unable to think, because this is the best orgasm I have ever had and am incapable of even withdrawing from Claire’s mouth, I spill my seed long and hard into her mouth. The fact that my girl is gulping it down only enhances and prolongs my orgasm.
Claire is still drinking in my seed and I’m unable to hold myself upright any longer. Leaning over her, I brace my arms on the shower wall and attempt to resume a normal breathing pattern. “Christ! Where the hell did that come from?”
I could handle that kind of attention every day of our lives and twice on Sunday!
Looking up at me from between my legs, the witch licks her lips and moans. Moans! “That was fun, Jack. Do you think we can do it again sometime?”
Groaning, because that is all I’m capable of, I remain motionless. I can’t even help my girl up off her knees. Panting, sweating, and completely blissed out, I am unable to move. I rest my head on the cooling shower tiles to catch my breath.
Good thing Claire is able to keep her wits about her. Working herself up my thighs, waist, and ultimately my chest, she places a kiss over my scar and snuggles into my chest and fucking purrs. “Thank you, Jackson. Thank you so much.”
Finally able to regain my mind and bodily functions, I smooth a hand down my woman’s face, kiss her plump lips and whisper, “Thank you, baby. That was fucking amazing.”
WASHING EACH OTHER off is quite possibly the best thing I have ever done in my life. Hands, arms, fingers are reverent and loving. Claire is open and happy, which lightens the weight that has been weighing me down the past few days. To see her this light and carefree is like watching a child open a gift. Surprise and delight filled with a sense of awe.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and make my way toward the bedroom. Opening the bathroom door has me stopping in my tracks. Dallas and Legs are sitting at the threshold, heads cocked and eyes looking longingly with betrayal.
Stumbling back, I look toward the shower where Claire is washing her hair and say, “Legs? Why are the girls sitting at the door looking as if we have banished them?”
A giggle comes from the shower and good God, I go rock hard at the sound. It still surprises me to hear it, but warms my soul. “I have no closed doors in this house, Jackson. To Dal a closed door means she’s in trouble, being punished. Just give her some love and she’ll get over it.”
Crouching down to scoop up Dallas and give Legs a pet, I walk over to the bag I have kept in my truck for weeks and grab clothes for the day.