The Seduction Of Claudia (17 page)

Claudia fell abruptly silent, closed her eyes, fighting against the sensations that rioted through her. Out of nowhere, arousal slammed into her. With unbelievable suddenness, she wanted him with all the fury, sadness, bitterness and love that roiled inside her. She yanked at her wrists, twisting them in his grip to free them. She needed to touch him.

Other than his hard hold on her wrists, Andrew was gentle with her. His free hand floated over her body, followed, insomuch as his grip on her wrists allowed, by gentle, sipping kisses and flicks of his tongue. He raised his head from her breast, knew from her body's response, her heated skin, her tightly furled nipples and labored breathing, that she wanted him. He kissed her, delved his tongue into her mouth. Tasting her, pouring all of himself into the kiss.

Claudia responded with reckless abandon, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, her hips bucking up against his as she tried to get closer. He released her wrists and she immediately fisted them in his hair, pulling him to her, crushing her mouth against his. She ground her pelvis up, rubbing against the ridge of his hard cock.

Andrew felt tortured, driven toward madness by the woman beneath him. He wanted to brand her as his, make an indelible imprint on her, body and soul. He was fed up with the way Claudia pushed him away, the way her fears of intimacy and vulnerability constantly came between them. He could no longer tolerate the uncertainty, the instability, of their relationship. He wanted to cement it, make it permanent; it had become essential to him that she be in his life. She was necessary to his very well-being. He wanted her with him all the time; he wanted her to know that even when they were apart, she was still his, he was still hers.

The beast of passion reared up, consuming them both. Claudia clawed his back, wishing she could get closer, wanting to draw him into herself, to make him a part of her. She pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants and slid her hands beneath it, plastered her palms against the smooth, hot skin of his back, insinuated her hands into the back of his pants, gripped his buttocks, pulled him closer to her.

Andrew broke away from the incendiary kiss. He looked down at her, noted her passion dilated eyes; her pupils were huge, ringed with the vivid green of her irises. Her lips were swollen and red, wet. His cock twitched when her tongue darted out and licked her full lower lip.

"I thought you said getting me naked wasn't about sex?" she panted.

"I lied. It's always about sex when I'm with you when you're naked." He lowered his head, sucked her lip into his mouth, ran his tongue along the slick, sensitive inner surface. Claudia's pussy clenched, twisted with arousal, as though she felt the stroke of his tongue on her most intimate parts.

Andrew pulled away from her, knelt beside her legs. He unfastened her belt and pants, yanked them down and off, along with the red scrap of panties she wore, leaving her wearing only her bra. He knelt between her thighs and then, unceremoniously, bent and sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips arched up; she was shocked, rocked, by the suddenness of the assault. He put his hands on the backs of her thighs, pushed her legs up and back so that she was fully open to him.

His tongue delved into the center of her, stabbing in to stroke the walls of her cunt. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as she struggled against the tide of arousal. She was so wet, her juices musky and succulent as they coated his tongue. He sucked the lips of her pussy into his mouth, first one then the other, teased her sensitive opening. He took his time, savoring, devouring, pushing her harder and higher.

Claudia gasped and moaned, transported by pleasure. It swamped her senses, made her mind reel drunkenly. She twisted her fingers in his hair, pressed her hips up, wanted him to plunge his tongue into her, wanted to feel the smooth heat of it licking into her. She was ravenous; she wanted everything from him all at once, wanted to feel his cock plunging into her core, wanted to feel him pulsing in her mouth as she drove him over the edge into completion.

Andrew thrust two fingers into her, fucked her with them as he sucked her clit. She made an animalistic whimper deep in her throat, clenched his fingers in the tight grip of her pussy. Claudia hovered on the edge of orgasm, grasped for it and was bereft when Andrew pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her suspended over the breach.

"No, please. Don't stop," she pleaded.

He flicked her clit lightly with the tip of his tongue, never giving her quite enough contact to satisfy her. His fingertips, wet with her juices, played over the lips of her pussy, dipped deeper between her thighs to slip around and around the sensitive skin of her anus. She gasped at the foreign sensation, couldn't immediately decide what she thought of him playing there. He took her clit between his lips and her mind blanked as he applied suction and played his tongue over it at the same time.

His fingertip, slicked with pussy juice, slid into her tight hole. She gasped and the ring of muscle tightened against the invading finger. He slid his thumb into her pussy, used the tip of it to stimulate her g-spot. Simultaneously, he slid his finger deeper into her ass and continued the rhythmic stimulation of her clit with his lips and tongue.

Claudia made a keening noise, felt as though she was stretched too tightly. She was aroused beyond bearing, over-stimulated and mindless. Andrew urged her on, heaped sensation upon sensation until uncontrollable tremors wracked her body. Hips writhing and bucking, she matched the thrusts of his finger and thumb inside her, aided the digits in their penetration of her, pushed them deeper into her.

She had never felt this way before, unhinged and entirely needy. Focused solely on her own pleasure. Andrew gave her no room, no time at all, to think about what was happening. She had no experience with anal play, had always felt faintly repelled by it. She had thought it was dirty and most likely painful. Definitely not something she was interested in trying. But here she was. Aroused beyond her wildest imaginings, wanting more – and more – of what Andrew was giving her.

Andrew was ruthless, pushed her past her inhibitions. He wanted her to know that her body, her soul, was as much his as it was hers. He, and he alone, could make her want things she had not even known she wanted. He worked his fingers inside her, his mouth on her, like a man possessed, bewitched and intoxicated by the tastes and textures of her arousal.

Claudia felt her consciousness dim; all sensation receded, leaving a vacuum in its place. Time hung in suspension and utter silence roared through her head. She was sucked into a vortex, a centrifuge that spun her until she was all particulate matter. She was reduced to the most basic components of organic material: individual cells, molecules and atoms. She could feel each of those pieces quivering, vibrating. Suddenly, her being coalesced as her climax rocketed violently through her. The reintegration of her mind and body was exquisite agony, her every nerve scraped raw so that she felt the awful engulfing pleasure with every fiber of her being.

Reduced to a sodden, sweaty heap, she lay motionless but for the rise and fall of her chest as she sucked in air. Andrew sat back on his heels between her spread-eagled thighs and stripped off his shirt. He looked down at Claudia, took satisfaction in what he saw: his woman, quaking in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm. Senseless, open and helpless against him, boneless and melting. He stripped off the rest of his clothing and leaned over her, kissed her.

His lips were wet and pliant against hers. He devoured her mouth just as moments before he had devoured her pussy. She lay beneath him, eyes closed, still unable to think coherently. He stroked her, caressed her, forced her body to reawaken.

"Oh God, Andrew, I can't, it's too much," she murmured weakly.

"You can."

She murmured another futile protest as Andrew turned her this way, that way, to unfasten her bra and remove it. He cupped the full mounds of her breasts, leaned down to take one of her overly sensitive nipples into his mouth, laved it with his tongue. Claudia twisted under him, trying to get away, trying to get closer. She dragged her limp arms up, pushed her fingers into the thick silk of his hair, raked her fingernails over his scalp.

He lifted his head from her breasts, caressed one hand downward, tracing a line down the center of her body. He turned her over onto her stomach, spread her legs, scooped a hand under her hips, tilted her so she was open to him. He stroked the wet lips of her pussy, the slick flesh swollen and blooming like an exotic hothouse flower.

He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and slammed into her, parting the sensitive tissues, plunging into her until he bottomed out. She gasped and moaned, overcome by the force and precipitous nature of his penetration. He pounded into her with hard strokes, taking her breath with each one. Claudia felt the tip of his cock against her cervix with each pounding thrust and pain mixed deliciously with pleasure.

Andrew pulled her onto her hands and knees. Leaning over her back, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back and to the side so he could access her neck with his mouth. He sucked, licked and took little bites of her. She arched her back and pushed back against him, matching him thrust for thrust until he pulled out of her with the same suddenness he'd entered her.

He pushed her over and onto her back, knelt between her legs and thrust home again. He pulled her legs up, so her ankles rested on his shoulders, caressed the long, smooth lengths of her legs as he drove into her in a slow powerful rhythm. Her cunt was slick, thoroughly wet with arousal, but still gloved him, gripped his cock tightly. Andrew fought against the urge to come; he wanted to keep going, to keep fucking her forever.

Looking down at her, he thought she was beyond beautiful with her dark curls tumbling across the pale blue pillowcase, tangled and tousled. She tossed her head back and forth, caught in passion's web. Her skin was sleek and luminous in the dim light of the room, soft as silk. He wished he could imbed his whole being in all that hot, burnished flesh, not just his cock. He wanted to meld with her, body, mind and spirit.

Reaching down, Andrew disengaged her clenched fists from the fluffy down comforter. He guided her hands to her breasts, wanting to see her cup them, to watch her squeeze and pinch her nipples. She gazed up at him from beneath swollen, heavy eyelids, licked her lips slowly. She palmed her breasts, lifted them up as though in offering to him, loving the look of pure lust that flared in his eyes as he watched her.

The rapt expression on his face made her heart twist. Would this be the last time for them? she wondered. She knew that it could very well be the last time they would make love and she wanted to make the most of it. She let her legs slide off his shoulders, wrapped them around his waist and used them to pull him down to her. She wanted to feel him, all of him, pressed against her, wanted to taste his passion as they strived for rapture. She pulled his mouth to hers and feasted.

As her tongue slid along his, Andrew's thrusts within her became even deeper, harder and slightly arrhythmic. He tore his mouth from hers, his jaw clenched as he tried to control himself. Claudia slid her hands into his hair, tugged his mouth back to hers, fused her lips to his, sucked and licked into his mouth. She was utterly intoxicated, felt her orgasm swelling inexorably inside her.

Andrew's cock swelled further, filling her, stretching her to an almost impossible degree. Her pussy contracted around him and he moaned, determined to hold back until she came again. She moved her hands to his firm buttocks, pulled him closer, urged him to come more deeply inside her. Their bodies slapped together, the force stimulating her clit and creating amazing sensations.

"Andrew, oh God, yes, yes, yes," Claudia repeated the overwrought mantra. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come – " she broke off abruptly, the words becoming one long moan as a rippling orgasm welled up and overflowed. Rather than being explosive like the last one had been, this one was all warm pulsations and vibrations, her whole body trembling, buffeted gently, over and over, as though by waves lapping a beach at low tide.

Finally. Andrew was beyond rational thought, but knew his wait was over. He could surrender. He let go, feeling unbearable relief as he pumped into her and released. He could feel himself unwind from the inside out, felt his strength drain from him as he came. It felt to him like he came forever, his cock twitching and jerking with each jet of ejaculate. His body finally spent, he collapsed atop Claudia, pressing her down with his boneless, heavy weight.

*****

Andrew left his apartment early the next morning to buy breakfast and the three newspapers he habitually read. The air outside was bitterly cold, but he scarcely noticed. He strolled down the street to his favorite bakery, whistling as he went.Claudia Beaumont was his. Irrefutably his. She had been deeply asleep when he'd woken up and he'd been hard pressed to leave the cozy confines of his bed. He had wanted to give her a slow, delicious wake-up call, had wanted to sink into her melted-honey flesh and claim her once more before they got on with the new day. He had resisted the temptation because she was exhausted – and had good reason to be.

It was hard for him to conceal his satisfaction with what had transpired the night before. He had taken Claudia, all of her, used her until she had had nothing left to give. He had dismantled her, uncloaked her, unveiled her. There was no place for her to hide, at least not from him. Then, he had put her back together again so that she now contained pieces of him, pieces that she could never get rid of.

Back at Andrew's apartment, Claudia shifted languorously amid the tangled sheets of his bed. Her body ached, pleasantly so. She opened heavy-lidded eyes and confirmed, as she had already sensed, that she was alone. What a night, she thought. She felt ravaged and well-loved. She felt loose limbed and oddly hollow, as fragile as an Easter egg whose insides had been blown out prior to being decorated. Andrew had been merciless, had made love to her over and over again throughout the night, in every imaginable way. She blushed as she thought of the primitive response he had pulled out of her. She felt embarrassed as she remembered the depraved depths to which she had descended, was mortified that she had reveled in every kinky, tawdry step along the downward spiral. Andrew had demanded and she had answered, rousing to him again and again, responding to him, no matter what outrageous thing he said or did.