Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)

“You have a thing for holding me, don’t you?”

“You fit perfectly in my arms,” I tell her.

Kicking open my bedroom door, I walk in and lower Claire to her feet. I reach for her blouse, but she stops me. The weight of the moment and the emotion I’m feeling settle heavy in my chest.

“I need to be inside of you, Claire. Please.”

“You will be.” Pressing a hand to the center of my chest, she pushes until my legs hit the back of the bed, and I sit down.

With her eyes locked on mine, Claire peels off her shirt, tossing it to the floor. My mouth waters at the sight of her white lace bra. She licks her lips, her eyes dropping to my cock, which grows under the weight of her stare, and toes off her shoes. Her skirt is the next to go, falling in a pile on the floor.

Hooking a finger in the sides of her underwear, Claire slips them over her hips and kicks them to the side. “Eyes up here.” Her command is gentle. I look up, and the vulnerability in her eyes matches the soft tone of her voice.

She flicks the front clasp of her bra. The flimsy material falls away, leaving me with the most breathtaking view in the entire world. Everything about Claire is beautiful. Her creamy skin, the soft curve of her hip, the seductive look in her emerald eyes. I swallow hard, my eyes bouncing around her body as I try to figure out which part of her I want to explore first.

“Scoot back, Trevor.”

I lift a brow, but do as she asks. Reaching across the bed, I snag a condom from the nightstand and scoot back on the bed.

“Come here, Claire. Let me make love to you,” I say, holding out my hand.

She laces her fingers with mine and crawls onto the bed. Straddling my hips, she puts both hands on my chest, pressing me back against the pillows.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says.

Taking the condom from my hand, she rips the foil, slides it over my shaft, and tosses the wrapper. With her hands still on my chest, she lifts her hips. I guide my cock to her entrance, and inch by inch, she welcomes me into her body.

“You feel incredible,” I whisper, never taking my eyes off hers.

She tilts her head back. Her hair cascades down, tickling the tops of my thighs. I grip her hips, guiding her over my cock, slowly at first so I can savor the feel of her body on mine.

Nothing has ever felt anything like this, emotionally or physically. Our connection is so much more powerful than I gave it credit for.

Making love to Claire is like taking a dip in the quarry on a hot summer day, or curling up next to a fire on a frigid winter night. It’s refreshing and comforting. It’s like coming home.

Claire rolls her hips. She lifts up, only to drop back down, repeating the process several times. My grunts grow louder with each stroke as I slam my hips into her, pleasure just out of reach.

Squeezing a hand between our slick bodies, Claire finds her clit.

“Fuck,” I moan. “That’s hot, but this orgasm is mine, baby.” I push her hand away, replacing it with my own. Pressing a thumb to her clit, I rub in tight circles.

“Oh God, Trevor.”

My movements speed up, along with Claire’s breathing. Her breasts bounce heavily in front of my face, and I capture a nipple with my lips, sucking it deep into my mouth. I flick it with my tongue, and Claire’s pussy contracts around my cock.

I suck harder, rub faster, and Claire’s body explodes.

“Trevor.” The sound of my name on her lips pushes me over the edge, and my orgasm slaps into me with enough force to blur my vision.

She collapses on top of me while we catch our breath, and when I’m sure we’re both going to survive, I wrap an arm around her waist and flip us over. Lowering myself to my elbows, I hold Claire’s head in my hands.

I run my finger along her jaw, over her lips and smile. “Nothing has ever felt as good as it feels to make love to you.” She swallows, her eyes growing increasingly glossy. “It’s like you were made me for me, Claire, and I don’t want what just happened between us to ever end.”

“It doesn’t have to.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” I kiss the tip of her nose and slide off of her.

I’ve got one hand tucked behind my head—because I feel like a king with Claire lying on my chest—and the other curved possessively around her hip.