Page 41 of Easton’s Claim

His hands were warm and sure as they moved over her naked body, tracing the shape of her, everything so much more intense than she’d ever imagined. He was giving her back her confidence, her sexuality, one touch at a time. In his arms she felt safe, worshipped and adored. The pulse between her legs was almost painful now, her sex wet and swollen and he hadn’t even touched her there yet.

She stopped breathing when he slid a big hand down over her stomach to oh-so-slowly cup her mound. She groaned and lifted her hips, increasing the pressure, a silent demand for more.

Easton released her sensitive nipple and nuzzled his way down to meet his hand. His fingers slid over her slick folds, bringing thousands of nerve endings to life a moment before the warmth of his tongue stroked over her center.

“Ahh,” she cried, twisting beneath him, her hands gripping his head.

He made a low sound of enjoyment as he licked at the throbbing bud of her clit, his tongue moving in a soft, slow spiral that had her eyes rolling back. His hot palms curved around the insides of her thighs, spreading them wider before closing around her hips in a firm grip that made her belly flip.

She lay there, trapped, whimpering as he licked and sucked where she needed him most. Her legs shook, the muscles in her stomach pulling tight as the tension inside her rose sharply.

As if he sensed how close she was, he stopped. She opened her eyes, a protest on her tongue but stopped and watched him strip off his jeans and underwear. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on before moving between her legs, his eyes smoldering with lust.

Desperate to touch him, she reached out and curled her hand around the thick, hot length of his erection. Easton sucked in a breath through his nose and stilled, the muscles in his abdomen and chest standing out in sharp relief. He allowed her to stroke him a few times, then made a low sound in the back of his throat and grasped her wrist to stop her.

He grabbed her hips, pulled. “Turn over.”

Dazed, more excited than she’d ever been in her life, she did as he said, rolling to her hands and knees. He tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and slid it beneath her stomach, paused to smooth his palm down the length of her spine, over the curve of her bottom.

“So gorgeous,” he whispered, kissing the curve of her shoulder. He tucked himself against her, the rigid line of his cock rubbing along her folds from behind. She bit her lip and pushed backward, wanting more, and earned a deep chuckle. “You ready for me, sweetness?”

She loved it when he called her that, his voice like dark velvet, sending goose bumps scattering over her skin.Yes.Beyond the ability to speak, she nodded and licked her lips, bracing her weight on her forearms. Her core clenched with the need to be filled, her entire body throbbing.

One big hand curled around her hip, holding her still. Again, the dominant grip shot another burst of arousal through her. Then the head of his cock pressed against her opening and his other hand slipped around to cup her mound, his finger sliding over her swollen clit. She shuddered at the dual sensations, the pressure and heat as he surged forward, stretching and filling her, easing the empty ache.

A soft, plaintive whimper came from her throat. She grabbed hold of the covers and held on, tried to breathe as the sensation threatened to splinter her apart.

“Oh fuck, you’re so hot and tight,” Easton moaned, his lips at the tender skin below her ear. A shiver rippled through her, then the hand on her hip shifted and skimmed up her body to cup her jaw. “Look at you,” he whispered, his voice low, reverent.

Forcing her eyes open, she looked across the room and noticed their reflection in the large mirror atop the dresser. She caught her breath, transfixed at the picture they made.

Moonlight highlighted their bodies in beautiful strokes of silver and blue, mixing with the dark shadows.

Easton’s muscular arms bunched as they surrounded her, his powerful body poised behind her. His gaze was locked on her, and the absorbed look on his face as he watched her made her insides melt. He was one-hundred percent engrossed in her, his hold so protective, focused completely on giving her pleasure.

She shivered again and automatically rocked back toward him. The feel of his erection sliding along her sensitive inner walls combined with the slow, wicked stroke of his finger over her clit. Everything in her softened, heated, surrendering to the pleasure he wrought. She trembled in his grasp, helpless under the lash of sensation, wanting more.

Still holding her jaw and her gaze, Easton growled softly and drew his hips back slightly, then surged forward. Her eyes snapped shut as he stroked over a magical spot inside her, making her see stars.

Piper moaned helplessly and rocked faster, fighting his grip, needing more of that incredible friction. He was so hot inside her, so hard, and his touch on her clit so perfect.

“Mmhmm, just like that,” he whispered, his voice taut with need. He released her jaw and wrapped his arm around her ribs, anchoring her in place, and let her take what she wanted. What she needed. “So good, work that sweet spot with my cock,” he rasped against the side of her neck.

Those dirty words, spoken in that dark, sexy voice, dragged a shudder out of her. Then his tongue stroked against her throat as he slid one hand up to cup her breast, fingers squeezing and tugging on her nipple. Streamers of fire shot through her body.

Oh my God…

The rise of pleasure was unbelievable, almost too much. She squeezed her eyes closed, her mouth opening as a desperate cry of need broke free. Her senses were overwhelmed with the knowledge that it was Easton touching her, Easton making her shiver and tingle all over.

Her body took over. She was nothing but pure instinct as she rocked back and forth, driving him deep inside her, using him to stroke that hidden glow inside her. His low, passion-roughened voice spoke against her ear, driving her to the edge.

The bright silver wire of sensation inside her snapped free, and she bucked as sweet oblivion took her. Desperate sobs of ecstasy echoed in her ears as her release tore through her, leaving her shattered and reborn in Easton’s arms.

Chapter Thirteen

He’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful in his entire life as Piper letting go in his arms. A thousand times more perfect than his most vivid fantasy.

Easton gritted his teeth and tried to think of something—anything—that would distract him from the feel of being buried deep in Piper’s slick heat. He’d fought like hell to make sure he outlasted her, needing to ensure she reached orgasm before he did. Without question that had been the best, most intense sex he’d ever had, and he hadn’t even come yet.

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