Page 114 of Frozen Flames

“I’m on the pill, by the way,” she tells me, and it shouldn’t sound so sexy, yet the thought of coming inside her thrills me to no end.

She plays with me for a long while. Her mouth does things to me.

By the time she’s on top of me again and her pretty pussy brushes my dick, I’m stargazing on a summer night.

She’s so wet as she slides over me with unyielding strokes. She leans down to kiss me fervently, and I respond with equal passion. My hand is around her neck as she continues to grind, and we continue kissing.

“Oh, Harvey…”

“Mm-hmm.”

“This feels so good,” she murmurs.

I lean into her ear and whisper, “Then why don’t you slip it in?”

She nods, and when I pull back to look at her, her eyes are gleaming with lust and love and this pure look of awe.

I’m right there with you, Claire.

When I’m finally inside her, I’m truly worried I’ll come too soon.

Her eyes stare at me like they’re dazed and high off something. Our lips reach for each other again, and I don’t want this to end. I want to cherish her and this memory for the rest of my life.

“Slow down,” I tell her sensually, though I’m brimming with anxiety inside. “Touch your clit for me, Claire.”

She touches herself with one hand while slowly grinding against me. She throws her head back, and I can tell that this is my cue. She’s going to find her release, and I want to grab her and thrust into her until I find mine too.

“You’re so perfect for me, Claire.”

We stare at each other during this moment of heightened pleasure and uncontrollable emotion, yet our stare is the most intimate gesture of all. We stare at each other like we’re eachother’s world and we’ll do anything to keep it that way. I look at her and all I can see and dream and think about is my future.

I grab her by the waist and thrust into her harder, evoking harsh moans from her until, out of nowhere, a knock sounds on the door, loudly.

We both freeze.

“Is it Henrik?” she asks, panting, leaning toward me to hide her chest.

“No.” I try and think clearly, but the booze is slowing down my thought process. “Hen’s got a key.”

“I’ll go check,” Claire says as she gets up and reaches for her purse to take out a satin robe. “Do you need help cleaning up?”

I shake my head, pulling my jeans up.

Whoever’s at the door is a cockblocker.

I mean, it’s almost midnight—what the hell do they want?

I can’t make out who Claire’s talking to until the sound increases, and I hear Gemma’s voice telling Claire to move. I’m taken aback by her presence and the fact that she’d talk to Claire that way.

Gemma walks over to me like I’m a scared little kitten and says, “Harv, hey. Are you okay?” Even the way she’s walking toward me attests to the fact that she’s worried about talking to me freely and spooking me. “You sounded off when you texted me.”

Oh, that.

I can’t believe she came all the way over here and ruined Claire’s and my first time together.

“He had a few beers,” Claire interjects. “It’s okay for him to live a little too.”

Seriously.

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