Page 23 of Claimed By Him

I started to undo my cufflinks, putting them on the table one by one while I waited. Fiona looked around and bit her lip even harder, then brushed her hair behind her ear again. I didn’t think I’d ever seen her do that, and here she was doing it for the second time tonight. It warmed me inside to know that I was affecting her like this. That I wasn’t the only one so utterly bothered in her presence.

I decided to take it a little easy on my virgin girl. “Here,” I said, and stood up, turning her around to unzip her dress at the back. She pulled her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck to me. I ran my finger along her skin, from her ear down across her shoulder, taking the strap of her dress with it, exactly how I’d been imagining doing it all night.

It slipped off, and I slowly unzipped the back of her dress, feeling as though I was unwrapping the best present I’d ever received. That toy I’d been wanting for so many years, finally mine.

The dress slid down her smooth skin and fell from her body. I looked down to see her perfect ass in a pretty, black, lace thong.

“Fuck.”

I ran my hands down her arms and dropped my head to kiss her neck softly, seductively. As I was kissing her shoulder, my eyes were taking in the sight of her naked tits. My hands left her arms and touched her hips, slid around and over her stomach, up to cradle them.

I heard her breathing pick up and looked around her head to see her mouth hanging open. I began massaging her tits in my hands.

“You ever been touched like this before, baby?”

I let my thumbs gently brush over her nipples, causing her to surge her chest forward. I pulled her back against me, feeling her ass touch against my stiffening dick. She lifted her eyes and looked at me over her shoulder.

“Not like this…”

I continued to knead her perfect, heavy tits for a few seconds before I caught her nipples between my fingers and pinched them softly.

“Ah!” she gasped.

I let go and stepped back against the bed, letting my eyes feast on her glorious ass.

“Jesus, Fiona.”

“What?” she asked, turning around.

I sat down on the bed with my legs wide open and pulled her between them. I let my hands glide around her ass cheeks and caressed them too.

“This ass is fucking sensational.”

“Oh.” She giggled, morphing into a sweet girl, as opposed to the feisty bitch she normally liked to be. I felt my dick pushing against my pants and decided to take a break from worshiping her body to let mine out.

I began unbuttoning my shirt, and Fiona dropped her eyes to my chest. Her hands reached out and flattened against my pecs the very same moment they were exposed, and I saw her eyes following the patterns of my tattoos. I pulled my shirt off, then stood up, and kicked my shoes off to start taking off my pants.

Fiona sat down on the bed and reached for her heels.

“Oh, no you don’t,” I said, unbuttoning my pants. “Leave those on… don’t change a thing. Just sit for me, baby.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, and she sat back, flicking her hair over her shoulder, and watching as I pulled my pants down, leaving my boxer briefs on. Her eyes couldn’t hold the gaze anymore, and she looked down at my dick stretching the material of my underwear.

“Oh, shit…” she breathed out, and I could see in the movements of her boobs that she was breathing deeply. “I’ve never…” She shook her head, looking up at me, and back down again. “I mean, I’ve given guys hand jobs but they’ve never…”

“What?”

“They’ve never been that big…”

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face, and I chuckled. “You’ve been with all the wrong people, Fi.”

I crawled onto the bed with my arms on either side of her body, forcing her onto her back, then kissed her with my tongue delving deep into her mouth. She pushed herself to the middle of the bed, and I leaned onto my elbow, lying down next to her. I ran my hand down her waist and over her ass, pulling her onto her side to face me.

I would have to take this slow, and while I was fucking dying to be inside her, I was more than eager to spend as much time doing this as I possibly could. She obviously knew about desperate, rushed groping in the club, but I would show her how she should have been treated all along.

“Here, baby. I’m gonna talk you through this, okay?”

“Okay,” she answered huskily, looking at me with trust in her eyes.

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