Page 42 of Out of Sight

Hell yes.I dropped her feet to the floor, pulling my shirt off and dropping it on the kitchen floor while I backed up afew steps. She followed my lead, delicately stepping out of that cute skirt. Pale pink lace cheekies showed off her ass as her hips swayed away from me back into the living room. Were those panties the missing piece I’d been picturing all these days since we first met? I lifted a hand and gently cupped her ass as we walked in tandem across the room. Same silky texture as the bra that still sat in my dresser drawer, same soft lace outlining the sides.

Those panties, like every other inch of Claire from every single angle I could see, were a million times better than I ever imagined. I kicked off my shoes by the front door as I followed her to the stairs, unbuttoning my jeans as I ascended.

She backed up the stairs as she unbuttoned her cute little top, letting it slide down the hand rail once freed. I just relished in the ability to finally stare at her tits without regret or fear of her right hook. And man, I loved them. I couldn’t wait to see all of them. I sped up my pace, reaching her and slipping a handbehind her back to find the clasp. I unfastened it with the quick flick of my wrist, impressing even myself.

She giggled, but held the bra up in front of her chest before turning around and jogging up the last couple steps and into her bedroom.

“Tease,” I called after her, undoing the strap on my watch and tossing it into my room in the direction of my bed on my way to meet her.

“It’s only teasing if you have no intention of following through,” she called back.

And boy, did she. She was laying on her side on the bed, one hand holding up her head and the other skimming up and down her hip.

She was still in those sexy little panties but otherwise naked and waiting. For me.

Meof all people.

I was the luckiest man alive. Probably the luckiest man ever to live.

She beckoned me closer with one finger, that sexy grin still in place on her lips. I happily complied.

“Claire, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I told her honestly, crawling onto the bed and gently guiding her onto her back.

Her sexy grin melted into the sweetest little smile. Her cheeks turned pink and she looked up at me through her eyelashes.

“Don’t get shy on me now, Claire,” I coaxed, caressing one warm cheek with my hand, thumb rubbing lightly against her lip. The fingers of my other hand found themselves in a similar position with different cheek as they massaged her ass through her panties.

Her hand drifted down past my chest and gripped me through my shorts. “I won’t.”

“Jesus.”

“You can call me Claire,” she teased.

“That sounds like something I’d say,” I choked out a laugh as she found a rhythm.

She laughed too, but then let out a groan, pausing her ministrations. “God, how are you even real?” she exclaimed,shocking me. “All these chiseled muscles and not an ounce of flab anywhere!”

I laughed again. “It’s hard work, let me tell you that.”

She pushed me onto my back and leaned over me, hands exploring my abs and chest. Her hot little fingers pressed and slipped between muscles, sending shivers down my spine and shocks of desire to my dick.

“Feels good?” she asked, replacing her fingers with lips.

“That feels even better.”

“I bet,” I could feel her smile against my stomach. “But I’m feeling a little lonely up here,” she added with a fake pout.

“I can see that. Let me remedy that, honey.”

She guided my hands up her hips, across her stomach and up to her breasts. God, they fit into my hands perfectly, just like I knew they would. I gently moved my palms against her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch, my cock growing even harder to match.

She groaned and ground down onto me, and I wanted inside her so badly.

“Honey, do you have a condom?”

She froze, eyes widening.

“No. Don’t you?” she asked hopefully.

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