CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Claudia~
Her nipples were about to explode. Ryan seemed to have lit a fuse that went straight from her distended and throbbing nipples right to her pussy. Her clit was pulsing in time with her nipples. So was her vag. And her folds. And her butt.
And still all he was doing was kissing her as softly and slowly as if he didn’t know what his cock was for. Not that she minded deep, slow kissing. In her admittedly limited experience, guys always wanted to rush through that part and skip right to screwing. But his languid exploration was more exciting – at least for her. She resolved to let him worry about his pleasure while she enjoyed hers.
She was writhing against him now. She figured that she could be embarrassed later about coming in her jeans. Ryan took his mouth away from hers and placed it over her left nipple. He sucked. Not hard. It was more of a swirling lick, as if she was a melting ice cream cone he didn’t want to drip. His mouth was hot. Fire galloped down that fuse. She screamed as her pussy detonated.
Waves of pure ecstasy fanned out from her clit through her entire body. She was dimly aware of Ryan’s strong arms anchoring her while she splintered into joy and reformed, only to begin the process again and again.
He whispered sweet encouragement while he suckled her earlobe. The warm wet suction there seemed to prolong her aftershocks. She must have drifted off, because she opened her eyes to find herself sprawled limply over his chest.
He raised her overhead so she could find his mouth with hers. His cock was still a long, hard bar in his jeans. And lying on top of him inhaling his breath and his musky scent was revving her desires up again. Her bra had disappeared. Long fingers teased her waistband and played with the snap.
“May I?” he begged.
“Yes.”
He had her out of her jeans and spread-eagled while she was still recovering from being dumped on her back. His jeans and shorts had vanished too. All he was wearing was a wide white bandage around his right thigh. He covered her with his body, taking his weight on his elbows. They lay groin to groin.
“I’m not on your hair, am I?” He smoothed it out over her pillow.
“Nope.”
“Good. Hair pulling should only be intentional.” His fingers spread her folds and traced their edges, flicking and plucking their stiffness, while she squirmed and enjoyed. He wet his thumb in her juices and circled the base of her clit. “Too much?” he asked.
“Press harder, but just on the sides and base.”
“Okay.” He followed her instructions. “May I put a finger in you?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He slid a slow finger into her swollen passage. She was wet but engorged. She could feel his nail and his knuckles and then he rotated his wrist and that gliding finger curled against her G-spot and summoned her imperatively, while his thumb pressed down on her clit.
This orgasm was even more intense and mind-blowing. But he didn’t give her time to relish it. He surged into her with his cock. And then he just stopped cold. His hands gripped her buttocks. His hips barely shimmied.
His cock stayed in that first two inches of vag where all her nerve endings could enjoy his thickness. Her pussy spasmed, each ripple grasping and releasing the head of his cock.
His face was pressed into her hair-covered pillow to drown out his moans. Just as well or Mr. BigEars would be running in to rescue her. She lost track of time. Of where Claudia ended and Ryan began. All there was in the world was her pulsing climax and the waves of pleasure rolling through her mind.
He was all the way inside her, still not moving, just enjoying her climax as her sheath clenched and unclenched around him like a velvet glove. Their pleasure was one. Their hearts beat in sync. Their auras merged. Love transported her to paradise.
A wet gush at her core set the whole amazing process off again. He kissed her hard and let her swallow his bellow of satisfaction. They fell asleep in each other’s arms still joined pussy to cock. She roused when he lifted her and drew the comforter over her shoulders. Then he spooned her against his chest, licked the back of her neck and slept.
Even though the curtains were closed and the blind down, her bedroom was filled with light when she woke up and stretched. Jimmy. She lurched upright, every interior muscle informing her of her nighttime exercises. The clock informed her it was after ten.
She struggled into her robe. The house was silent. Jimmy’s bed was not just empty but made. The dish rack held a clean cereal bowl and mug. She snatched up the note in front of the coffeemaker. Pushed the start button when she read what was written.
Gone to Nana’s to play. Coffee just needs to be turned on. Back later. Ryan
It was the first time in three years that she had slept in. She hardly knew what to do with herself. The house was clean, the laundry done. The fridge was full of food. She did need to cook for the week ahead, and she could always spend a few hours working.
But somehow the peacefulness of this unexpected free time demanded a little self-indulgence. She drank two cups of coffee while reading Jane Cleland’s latest installment in the ongoing adventures of Josie Prescott. For once she wasn’t even the tiniest bit jealous of Josie’s loving partner, rugged lawman Ty. She had a stalwart lover of her own.
Yikes. She was falling in love. Was in love. Robin’s spell had worked fast. Was Ryan feeling it too? This bond that consumed her and made her ignore her misgivings? The morning dimmed. Whatever would she do when he died? Or when this spell wore off? No love charm she had ever heard of lasted forever. What had she done?