Liam
Claire’s cum and saliva mixed together is a taste I could have on my tongue for eternity. I don’t understand how she and I survived the time apart. I can’t imagine losing her again.
As her lips are locked with mine, our eyes closed, our passion intensifying, I feel her moving her leg between mine. She starts teasing and rubbing my cock through my trousers using her knee.
The more time I spend with Claire, the more she tests me, and the more she finds out just how to drive me crazy with her little tactics. This is especially...distracting.
Fuck, Claire, don’t stop.
“Oh, my,” I say, pulling away. I don’t want her to not do it...I just want her to admit she wants me. I want her to tell me how much she misses my touch. “You know, what you’re doing is just driving me wild here.”
Admittedly, I’m acting a bit more vulnerable than usual. Asking her out with me was a moment that made me tuck my tail between my legs, and saying exactly how I feel carries the same risk. But she said yes to meeting with me, so I’m hoping the reward is worth it.
It’s starting to look like it is.
“Shut up, Liam. Why don’t you go ahead and whip that cock out and let me decide if I’m still angry with you?” she responds. Yes, ma’am, you got it.
I quickly drop my pants and boxers to the floor, revealing my long, thick cock standing high at attention. I’m ready.
She stares directly at my cock and gulps. She wants it bad.
She looks up at me with a sinister smile on her face and utters two words that flip my switch from hopeful to ravenous: “Fuck me.”
I push my cock into her pussy, sliding deep inside of her. She’s so aroused that I can glide the entire length into her and start thrusting in and out her cunt. She throws her head back and whimpers.
“That’s my girl,” I grunt. She glares at me, and I give her a wicked grin back.
There’s been this subtle power exchange building between us all night. I don’t know if it’s purely the animosity from our time apart and the fight before it, or if it’s just something that’s been building all along. Either way, I’m rolling with it—and I’m taking charge.
Seeing Claire shudder at my touch is one of my favorite sights in the world. Her sensuality is downright addictive, and fulfilling her lustful desires is a practice I’d like to make a hobby out of.
When the two of us are together, nothing else exists. Nothing else matters. Fuck, like now for example: we’re in the middle of a goddamn opera, fucking in the VIP box.
I take Claire’s legs and bring them to my shoulders. I pump my hips hard against her body, and my cock drills further into her tight little pussy. She moans louder for me.
With each thrust of my cock into her, I feel more and more of the waves of intense pleasure riding through me. I don’t want to stop. I want to make her ache for me.
I look into Claire’s eyes and see her passion behind her gaze. I lean into her and kiss her hard as I hump her sexy, curvy body.
I feel her up and down, every inch of her: her collarbone, her tits, her waist, her hips…everything on her is as fantastic to me as the first time I saw it.
As I plow into Claire, her expressions show me how much pleasure she’s feeling, despite all of our problems outside of this moment.
I pull my cock out of her and stand her up. I sit down and pull Claire on top of me. I extend my legs out far, my lower back resting in the crook of the seat, my ass off the edge.
I push my cock into her and hold her hips and thrust up inside of her as hard as I can. Staring up at her, I see her hard nipples and reach up and circle my thumbs around them. She moans and holds her hands over mine.
She lowers her hand to her pussy, and I see her start touching her clit as I thrust into her. I return my hands to her hips and hold her to me, rocking her hips against me as I pump hard into her cunt with my cock.
Her moans grow increasingly loud with each thrust, and Goosebumps form all over her body. I can tell she’s close to coming. I fuck her faster and faster with each whimper she lets out.
She leans back and cries out, “I’m coming!” I watch her face as she’s enraptured in a cloud of ecstasy and feel her pussy tighten and release around my cock as she comes for me.
I continue fucking her with her own cum acting as a lube, letting me slide in and out of her with even more ease. She’s so far over the edge that she’s leaned back, with her bottom lip bitten and her hands in her hair gripping tight.
I rotate my hips around and maneuver my cock into the rest of her pussy, hitting all of the inside of her walls. My thrusts grow more exaggerated and more dramatic.
With no notice, no warning, Claire sprays cum onto my abdomen and my cock. Some of it even reaches my face.
Here we are right in the middle of the opera, and Claire has squirted on me. Oh, fuck yes.
Stunned, I close my eyes and start panting under her. My muscles are all tense, and I’m sure my veins are pulsing through my skin. I’m glistening with sweat and Claire’s cum.
I wrap my arms around Claire’s waist, and I pump hard into her as my cock starts shooting my cum into her pussy. Each pump is another jolt of pleasure that’s coursing through me.
With her tits pressed hard against my cum-soaked shirt and her pussy wrapped around my cock, it’s impossible to complain. Claire grabs my face and kisses me passionately as my last few spurts of cum shoot into her pussy.
We make out, both of us high from our orgasm. I notice Claire’s hair is slightly damp as I push my fingers through it, probably from all of the intensity of what happened between us.
She hops off of my cock and stares at me, fairly dazed from it all. She sits back in her seat, and I watch her slump down and breathe heavy, trying to relax herself from our round of crazy, wild sex.
I feel a bit guilty that I didn’t get a chance to really let her experience the beauty of the opera, but on the other hand, I feel like she’s getting a hell of a time out of this.
We could have done this literally anytime and anywhere else. But knowing the passion that lies between us—even if we aren’t talking about it—it’s impossible to refuse when it presents itself.
I pull Claire out of her chair and have her curl up in my lap to watch some of the show. I stroke her sweaty hair and kiss her forehead. I peek down and see her still biting that lip of hers.
Hmm, she wants even more. Is there anything that’s not perfect about this girl?