Page 65 of Between the Lines

I grip her chin forcefully and tilt it up to meet mine.

“Can’t believe I haven’t tasted this sweet mouth yet today.”

Kissing Claire Benson suspends time. When my lips touch hers,we are the only two people in existence, time and space surrounding us in haphazard indifference. It’s like I can taste colors and see music and hear emotions and feel every texture beneath my nerve endings, which only intensifies when she presses up and nudges the tip of her tongue toward mine.

My tongue meets hers in a shallow thrust at first before I take over, gripping her head in a forceful tilt so I can take control. My tongue plunders over hers, twists and tastes every inch of her mouth until I’m swallowing her gasps. I suck on her tongue briefly, loving the tilt of her hips that accompanies it, and realize that if I don’t slow down, I’m going to crash this train right through the station.

I pull away and bite gently down the column of her throat, pausing to worship her tits, to suck them into swollen little points before my knees hit the floor. My tongue traces her belly button before I bite a gentle path between her hipbones, soothing her skin with my tongue. All the while, the pumping of her hips against invisible friction speaks for her. She hasn’t said a word.

When I reach her panties, there’s a noticeable wet spot in the center.

“Such a dirty girl, Claire. How long have you been wet like this?” I rub my thumb over the wet, then press there, earning me an impatient shift of her hips. “Was it that dirty book you were reading? Because I’ve been hard all afternoon, and I’ll tell you, it wasn’t from my book.”

Her eyes widen, but all she does is squirm. No words. And I wonder ifmineare too much for her.

“Can I…?”

I tug at the waist of her panties and she nods, lifting her ass up off the couch. I pull them down to the floor and she kicks them off, her legs still pressed together.

“Be a good girl and open these sweet thighs for me.”

She obliges, and I groan, pressing my lips to her pussy without warning.

“Sweet Claire, sitting ten feet from me all soaked like this?”

I hold her thighs wide with both of my hands and stiffen my tongue, tracing the tip of it through her drenched folds. She tries to circle her hips against my tongue, but I lay my arm flat over her hips, and she huffs.

“The rule under this roof is that you tell me when your pussy needs to be taken care of. Do you understand that, Claire?”

With the flat of my tongue, I lap at her clit, then wrap my lips around to suck. She nods frantically, fisting the couch cushion, butstillsays nothing.

I’ve never panicked like this before, but all of a sudden, the thumping of my heart isn’t from the naked woman beneath me. It’s from the fear that I’ve crossed the line. That sheisn’tinto the way I talk in bed, meaning she definitely won’t be into the other things I’d like to do to her.

“Why’d you stop?” she whines suddenly, breaking me from the chokehold of my thoughts. When I glance up from between her legs, she’s biting her bottom lip as her hips tilt aggressively toward my hand.

“You just…” I shake my head.Embarrassed. How do I tell her that her lack of a reaction is making me reconsider what we’ve done? Making me rethink my assumptions about how much she wants to take from me? “You’re just quiet, is all.”

Idon’tfeel in control right now. Admitting this out loud to her is so completely out of character. I don’t know how she’s drawn it out of me. The tension in my chest restricts my breathing, because for a split second, I’m okay with handing her my vulnerabilities.

“I live in a house full of people, Nathan,” she pants. “I have mastered the silent orgasm. It’s just a habit by now.”

Suddenly, Claire sits up, cupping my face with both hands. One holds onto my cheek while the other runs aimlessly through my hair. “I’m sorry if I didn’t seem like I was into it. I’msointo it. I wasturned on because of that book, but mostly because I was picturing the characters as us the whole time.”

I am no longer in my head. Then again, to bein my head, there would have to be blood somewhere other than my cock.

“Iloveyour dirty mouth and all of the things coming out of it. I can be loud for you, I promise. Just put your mouth back on me,please.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

“You make all the noise you want to with me, Claire. I want to hear my name echoing off the walls when I make you come. Do you understand me?”

She moans, and presses her hand to the back of my head as I flutter against her clit.

“Shit, ohGod, yeah. Just like that, Nathan.”

The noises rip straight from some deep, primal part of her, and I have the sudden urge to lock her up until she’s set them all free.

I continue French kissing her clit until she’s got her thighs strangle-holding my head, her moans and groans painting my ceiling.

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