After I toss the garments aside, I grab Claire’s thighs and pull her body towards the edge of the table so her hips are hanging. Then I kneel on the floor between her legs and dig into my feast. I rub her sensitive nub with my tongue and her back arches. I lick the sweet-smelling substance oozing out of her and she trembles. My cock leaks.

I bury my tongue inside her heat. It spreads throughout my mouth, down to my chest and to my crotch. My cock strains against cotton. I ignore it and stroke her with my tongue. Her hips jerk. Her fingernails rake the surface of the table as sounds spill from her lips.

I close my eyes and savor the sounds as I relish my treat. Suddenly, I feel a hand on the top of my head.

“That’s enough,” Claire says as she pushes me away. “I want to get my fill, too.”

She pulls me up to my feet, grabs my tie and kisses me. As she tastes herself on my mouth, her hand drops beneath my waist. Her palm presses against the bulge in my crotch and I groan before pulling away.

Okay. If that’s what she wants, I’ll give it to her.

I take a step back so I can remove my belt and unzip my pants. Carefully, I take my aching cock out of my briefs.

Claire looks at it with a grin. Then she jumps off the table. She kisses the tip reverently before trapping the head between her lips. I draw in a breath. She sucks and I gasp. I grab her shoulder and push her away.

If she wants it, she’s going to get it properly.

As I put a rubber sheath on my cock, Claire turns around. The sight of her supple ass sends ripples of excitement through my veins. I give it a playful squeeze before gripping her waist. Then I clench my jaw and enter her slowly.

Immediately, she clings to me. I hiss. I don’t know how much further I can go in when she’s this tight.

So I pause. I brush her hair aside to plant kisses on her back. The passage around me opens up.

I have an urge to fill her with one thrust but I hold it back. I summon every ounce of my self-control as I continue to push my cock in, slowly until it’s halfway in. Then I grip her waist and shove the rest in.

Claire lets out a cry of pleasure. My self-control shatters. I grunt as I pound into her. The table shakes. Claire claws at the wood as she trembles.

I move faster, feeling my own pleasure rising. Suddenly, Claire grabs my hands. I stop as she pushes her hips against me and lets out another cry. The passage around me quivers and tightens.

I keep my gaze on her arched, shaking back and give her a few seconds to ride her orgasm. Then I grip her wrists and continue pounding into her. She’s tight but so wet I can almost hear something splashing inside her each time I thrust. Heat stirs in my balls.

I grip Claire’s elbows as my cock bursts. I let it explode deep inside her as I rest my forehead on her back. I grunt against her skin.

She stays still as her body milks me of every drop, every breath, every ounce of strength. I take a moment to recover some of it before pulling out.

Claire sinks into a chair, blushing and breathless and with her shirt still rolled up. The sight of her exposed breasts nearly makes me hard again, but I calm myself down. As much as I want to spend the rest of the evening having sex with her, I want to reconnect more than our bodies. I want to talk.

After I get rid of the used condom and get my pants back on, I pull out the chair beside her. She turns to me, her shirt back in place but still without underwear. I pull my gaze to her face and keep it there.

“You really think the Hawthorne Foundation is a good idea?” I ask her.

She nods. “And I really think you’ll make a great deal of difference with it.”

I reach for her hand and stroke it as I speak. “I was thinking we could travel to Nepal together, you know. You can introduce me to your organization. I’ll write the check. We’ll climb Mount Everest.”

Her eyebrows arch. “Climb Mount Everest?”

“Well, not all the way to the top, but yeah. Maybe I can get us an audience with the Dalai Lama, too.”

Claire shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”

I touch her cheek. “You’ve made me crazy.”

She grins and leans forward to press her lips against mine. I kiss her back. She pulls away.

“Before we can do all that, you know we have a wedding to go to first, right?”

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