Chapter Thirty-One
Jean-Luc settled her on the big bed and took a moment to just look at her. All of that soft skin, damp and rosy from the hot water of the bath. Her nipples tight peaks begging for his mouth and tongue. Her eyes, hot and seductive, beckoning him to join her on the bed.
He leaned down on one arm and delved his fingers into her damp hair, turning her head toward him. He brushed his lips over hers. “I’m gonna make you feel good tonight, Claire.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Like you haven’t already.”
“I’m just getting started.”
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Then put your mouth on me…” She slid a hand down her body to the apex of her legs. “Here.”
Yeah, he was all over that. He crawled onto the bed and skimmed his lips down her rib cage. “Do you have more sweetness down there for me, or did the bath wash it all away?”
She groaned and arched toward his mouth even as she touched herself. “It’s there. I’m wet for you.”
“Greedy girl.” He grinned against her skin and slid lower. “Get your fingers out of there. I’m going to taste you on my tongue. I’m going to lap you up. I want your juices in my mouth, sliding down my throat, when you come.”
She squirmed under him, making frantic, urgent noises, wordlessly begging him to move faster.
He reached up and laid a hand across her rib cage, pinning her down. “Nuh-uh, cher. I was born in the bayou where everything moves…” He dipped his head and flicked his tongue across her folds. “Slow.”
“Oh, please… just…” She made a sound of pure sexual frustration and tangled her fingers into his hair, digging her nails into his scalp as she pushed his head down.
The bite of pain sent a jolt of lust straight down his shaft. It’d be so easy to sit up, pull her legs up over his thighs, and bury himself to the balls. She wanted it. Her pussy was ripe for it, open and waiting. But he’d gone too fast earlier in the bathroom. He’d had an itch that desperately needed scratching and hadn’t been the kind of lover she deserved.
He slid two fingers into her opening and nipped at her inner thigh. Her sharp intake of breath and the involuntary clench of her walls around his fingers told him she was into it. He circled her clit with his tongue, felt her grow slick with need.
“You want my cock instead of my fingers, don’t you? All you gotta do is ask for it. I’ll slide all of it in. Right here.” He curled his fingers inside her, searching for the sweet spot to send her flying. He knew the exact moment he found it. Her breath caught, and color blossomed across her breasts and filled her cheeks. Her head fell back, her eyes closed. He’d teased her to the edge of another climax in the tub, and now he was going to deliver. She was right there, poised on the edge. All she needed was a little push.
He leaned down, breathing in that gorgeous vanilla scent that stayed with her even after a bath. Mmm. He flicked his tongue out, swirled it around her clit until her back bowed off the bed…
…and then he sucked it fully into his mouth.
She let out a breathless scream as her body convulsed.
As she fell apart under his mouth, his hands, she ripped the sheet off the mattress with one hand, and about yanked his hair out of his head with the other. He fucking loved it.
And they weren’t even close to done yet.
He was so hard and sensitized that rolling on a condom was a trial in control.
“Open your legs wider,” he said, voice rougher than he’d wanted. But, merde, he was hanging on by a thin thread here and he needed inside her before he let go.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, still trembling through the aftershocks of the G-spot orgasm. “I don’t think I can move. I’ve never felt anything like that. I’ve lost control of…everything.”
He’d take care of that. Scooping up her legs, one on each arm, he plunged into her in one hard stroke. If he wasn’t already on his knees, the way she screamed, her pussy clenching around him, would’ve sent him there. He groaned and slammed his hand against the wall, trying to keep them steady as he ground into her deep and slow. Beneath him, Claire arched against him, her hand fluttering down to where they were joined, her mouth falling open on a low moan.
Jean-Luc cursed in half a dozen different languages. The sight of her delicate fingertips tracing his thrusting cock, watching her open and take all of him… Oh, he’d done a lot of kinky shit over the years, but none of it compared to this.
Doing this with Claire felt different. It was sensual. Powerful. No manic desperation to be found. That empty ache inside him he was always trying to fill with booze and sex…it had disappeared.
All this time, he hadn’t needed sex. He’d needed Claire.
He stared down at her, awed that she had the power to make him feel whole for the first time in his adult life. Her breasts bounced gently with each slow grind of his hips. He hadn’t noticed it in the bathroom, but she still wore his gris-gris on the cord around her neck. Despite her doubts about its power, she hadn’t taken it off. Because he had been the one to give it to her? The idea thrilled him.
“Mmm. I fucking love watching you take me like this. You look like a goddess right now, Claire. Do you like feeling how I fuck you?”
She gasped. “Jean-Luc… Oh. I’m—I’m going to come again.” She dragged a hand through her hair and held it back from her face. Sweat glistened along her temple in pretty little droplets and he leaned in to lick it off.
“I want you to. Let me feel that pussy milk me. Squeeze me dry.”
He knew the moment she climbed over that peak, and it wasn’t because of the way she frantically grabbed his shoulders, or the hoarse cry he smothered with a kiss. Like the sex, it was a slow orgasm, and her walls clamped around him in waves that would’ve destroyed a weaker man. Hell, they might just destroy him. His balls drew up tight and his muscles tensed as his own release roared through him.
When he could see again, he stilled and stared down at Claire, trying to burn every detail of her into his memory. She was so pretty, with her eyes closed, skin flushed and dewy, and her hair a mess. He’d be content to stay here with her like this forever.
Which didn’t scare him as much as it once would have. In fact, he kinda dug the idea. Was that how it had started with all his friends who had given up their bachelorhood? First the chemistry, then the mind-blowing sex, and then…something more?
Mais la! Was he falling in love with Claire?
Now that scared him. He was no good for a woman like Claire, and he had no business letting himself even think in those terms, no matter how his heart clenched at the idea. He pulled out of her and shifted away. Better to keep things light, easy. He liked easy.
“I think you found religion,” he joked.
“Hmm?” She pried one eye open to squint at him.
He grinned and forced his shaking muscles to move so he could deal with the condom. “You were certainly praying to God a lot tonight. Or maybe that was my name you were praising?”
She snorted and tossed her pillow at him. “Okay, smart-ass.”
“Why, yes, I do have a very smart ass.” He gave his hips a little shake on the way to the bathroom. “Thank you for noticing.”
She groaned but couldn’t quite hide the amusement in her voice as she called after him, “Stop patting yourself on the back. It’s not flattering.”
In the bathroom, he tossed the condom and cleaned up. The tub was still full, and they had spilled water all over the floor. He took a moment to throw down a towel and pull the plug in the drain.
Two bottles of water sat on the counter next to the sink. He drained one, then grabbed the other to take out to her.
On his way back to bed, he picked up the pillow she’d thrown at him. “Just saying. You’ve had three orgasms tonight, am I right?”
“I was right about you when we first met,” she said and sat up to accept the water. “You think you’re God’s gift to womankind.”
Not all womankind, he thought. Not anymore. The thought of having sex with a parade of nameless women again or, in fact, with any woman but Claire, actually left him feeling queasy.
Holy shit. He was in trouble, maybe the most he’d ever been in.
And he didn’t want out.