Page 11 of Claiming His Muse

The rest of my sentence is cut off by surprise as Blake lifts me from the ground with ease. Maybe I’m lighter than I thought I was, or he’s stronger than he looks. Either way, I feel myself get wetter at his display of strength.

He walks us through the house, pressing kisses to my skin every few steps. Each one is full of promise, full of hints about things to come. By the time he drops me on my bed, I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my skin with desire.

“So gorgeous, Jenny,” he says as he strokes my sides reverently. “Tell me what you want.”

“Everything,” I breathe, torn between staring at his face and his leaking cock.

“So eager,” he chuckles, his eyes raking over me.

Despite my request, Blake doesn’t move. He takes in my naked body, looking at me like I might disappear. As flattering as it is, the attention makes me feel squirrely. My fingers twitch at my sides, and my breathing starts to get shallow. My old insecurities start to creep in, and I close my eyes to block out the nagging buzz starting to reverberate in my head.

Unexpectedly, I feel his lips against my neck. It makes me gasp, and he whispers, “I just can’t get enough of you. Every single curve of your body is perfect.”

Before I’m able to respond, his mouth moves lower. He kisses my chest, then each of my nipples. Goosebumps raise all the way up my arms. My pussy aches for him.

“I love how perky your tits are,” he murmurs as he massages them with his hands. He runs his fingertips down my abdomen, dipping one into my belly button and murmuring, “I love your stomach and the way your skin settles when you sit.”

His hands continue their journey downward, over my hips and resting on my thighs. “I love your hips, how full and feminine they are. And god, your legs. Jenny, I’ve been seeing your legs in my dreams since I first met you.”

“Blake,” I whisper, opening my eyes so I can see his love-struck expression.

“And your pussy,” he continues, sliding his hands slowly up the inside of my thighs. “Your pussy is so, so beautiful. I wonder if it tastes as sweet as it looks.”

I mean to ask, “Why?” but the words die in my throat, cut off by a guttural noise I didn’t know I could make as Blake’s tongue darts out.

My body’s response feels almost violent. My back arches from the bed, and my hands fly into Blake’s hair. That’s all the encouragement he needs to drag the flat of his tongue from the bottom of my opening up to my clit.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Better than my fingers, and better than any sexy dream. His mouth feels like magic, and my entire being responds to each flick of his tongue. I’m in heaven, and a familiar warmth starts to pool low in my stomach.

It must be because this is my first time with another person, but I’m already starting to get dangerously close to climax. I don’t want this to end, though. I want this moment to last forever.

Reading the cues of my body, Blake brings his hand up to my pussy. As he’s circling my clit with his tongue, he sticks a finger inside of me. The sensations heighten, and my toes curl. I feel the muscles in my thighs start to contract.

“Blake,” I say urgently. “Blake, I think I’m close.”

He keeps going. His tongue gets more insistent, and he slips another finger inside of me. It’s too much, sending me hurtling over the edge. My body contracts around him as my first climax with another person takes over all of my senses.

He works me through it. His mouth and hands are insistent, not letting up until I start babbling, “Too much. Too much. Too much.”

“Too much?” he asks as he crawls up the bed and holds himself above me.

“Sensitive,” I say breathlessly, my eyes falling closed as he lowers himself down to give me a filthy kiss.

“It felt good though, right?” he asks, his pupils blown so wide that I can barely see the brown of his irises.

“Yeah,” I say, running my hands through his hair. “I didn’t want it to end.”

“The fun doesn’t have to end if you don’t want it to,” Blake says with a smirk, the suggestion obvious.

“Please,” I murmur, pulling him back down to kiss him again. Then, when we part, I say, “I don’t want it to end.”

“Good,” he replies, resting all of his weight on one elbow and reaching down to grab his cock. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes,” I confirm.

“Thank god,” he says as he lines himself up with my slit. “I had a condom in my jeans, but I don’t think I could stand to leave you for even a minute.”

“Please get inside me,” I beg, shifting my hips to urge him forward. “I want you, Blake.”

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