Claire stood still, staring at her reflection. The last time she was this nervous was when she was graduating high school. She looked at the woman staring back at her. Her chest was raising and falling with each breath.
Why was she nervous? It was just sex. She knew it wasn't just about sex anymore. She was crossing a non returnable boundary.
Didn't you already do that when you fell in love with him?
She really had to hand it to her conscience. It was always there to give it to her straight.
Claire put on her robe and slippers. There was no backing from this. She wanted it. She wanted him.
"Hey mom." Claire almost slammed the door in Marcus's face. Either her son had something against her or he just had the worst timing in history.
"H- hey, baby," she stammered. "I thought you had gone to bed." she squeezed her robe tighter in hopes he wouldn't notice her trembling hands.
"I was, but I'm gonna go get a glass of water."
"So am I." she closed her door and began walking ahead. She prayed Ryan wouldn't open his door when they were passing past it.
Looks like God was taking a nap that same time because Ryan's door opened to reveal him in grey sweatpants and his naked tattoed upper body. Claire's eyes shamelessly took in every inch of his body.
Why, God, Why? Why would he torture her like this?
"Nice tats, man." Marcus said to Ryan.
"Thanks. I'm on my way to get some ice cream." he looked at Claire briefly before looking back at Marcus.
"Just water." Marcus and Ryan walked in front of her, giving her the perfect view of Ryan's tight ass in those sweatpants.
"Help me, Jesus." she said to herself before following them.
Marcus placed to full glasses of water on the counter. Claire took hers and stood opposite Ryan who was digging in the freezer for his ice cream. She watched as his back muscles flexed when he was moving.
"I'm gonna take mine to go, "Marcus said, indicating his glass, "goodnight."
"Me too," Ryan said holding a plate with ice cream. "Are you coming?"
Claire stared at him and there was a twinkle in his eyes. She knew what he was asking. "Yes. I will be up in a minute."
He flashed her a smile that sent both butterflies and chills in her stomach. She gulped down another glass of water hoping it would cool her down.
It didn't work.
***
Ryan smiled as he saw Claire tip toeing into his room. "Maybe you should lock it", he suggested as he ate a spoonful of ice cream. She locked the door and leaned against it, facing him. "Hi."
"Hey." He looked at her. Her palms were flattened on the door. Her robe was slightly open, giving him a sneek peek of a black bra. Her hair was messy in a sexy way. Everything about her was sexy. He told himself to relax but the bulge in his pants didn't get the memo.
"What happens now?" she asked sofly.
"Come here," he almost growled. He raised and eyebrow when she smirked at him.
"No," she undid the tie on her rob and left it open to reveal a black bra and matching thong, "You come here."
She was daring him. He gripped the table behind him so hard that he was sure his knuckles turned white. He looked at her, devouring her with his eyes. He didn't want to make the first move. Making the first move meant giving up control; and he was a man who liked control.
"Don't make me punish you," her eyes widened and for a second, he thought she would change her mind but her next words almost made him come on the spot.
"I've always wondered how it would feel to be spanked by those big hands." She ran her tongue over her lips.
"Come here and find out then", his hands were now itching. She chuckled softly. She removed the robe to rest it on her shoulders before slowly painfully let it drop to the ground. Ryan watched her like a hawk.
"Don't make me punish you." How did her voice manage to get sexier by the second? Still, he did not move. His breaths were coming out as gasps now but, he would not lose control.
As if reading his mind, she raised an eyebrow at him before reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. It joined the pool of her gown on the floor.
Ryan's hands were trembling now. This woman standing in nothing but a black thong was dangerous. His eyes settled on the twin peaks on her chest. His hands itched to touch them. He watched her as she slowly brought one hand to chest, her fingers slightly touching her nipple. His breath hitched.
He had never been turned on like this. He watched her as she continued to play with her nipples. "This could be you." He heard the amusement in her voice.
"What do you want?" he asked her. She stopped and stood still. Her hands went to either side of her hips and she untied her last clothing. The small garment joined the others on the floor.
"I want you to lose control with me."
Claire stared at Ryan. She had no idea what had possessed her the minute the entered his room. All those words, those actions, she had never done that with anyone. Somehow Ryan brought out the worst in her. Or maybe it was the best.
Ryan began to stand up slowly. He was still wearing nothing but the sweatpants. The sweatpants which came off in a second.
Claire swallowed at the sight of the man in front of her. God really was unfair. How could one man be so... gifted? Her legs instinctively closed when she saw his hard, long, curvy erection.
That thing was going to be inside her anytime tonight. The butterflies and chills came back again.
Then he began to walk. Slowly. Each step he took made Claire feel even hotter. She closed her eyes when he stopped in front of her, letting out a gasp whe she felt the tip of his erection on her stomach.
"The fact we're here now means I already lost control," he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm trying very hard not to act like a caveman. I haven't touched a woman since my divorce because no one has made me feel what I'm feeling now. Not even she."
Claire blinked in surprise at the honesty in Ryan's voice. She wanted to tell him that he was also the first one to made her feel like this too but she decided to tell later.
"I'm going to make love to you, then I'm going to fuck you again and again and again." Her eyes widened in shock at his bluntness. Moisture flooded her between her legs as she thought about what he'd do to her.
Maybe now would be the best time to tell him you're a virgin.
"I've to tell you something."
"I'm listening."
She shuddered as he slid his hands up her torso. His palms covered her breasts, his thumbs finding her nipples. She bit her lip as he teased them."That feels so good," she whispered, her eyes half-closed. He ducked his head and kissed her again, his hands teasing all the while. Maybe talking should wait.
She started to press her pelvis forward and she could feel his heart pounding. He ducked his head and kissed his way down her neck to her chest until he was pulling one hard little nipple into his mouth. Her body jerked in his arms. Her hands found his head, her fingers burrowing into his hair as she held him at her breast, her breath coming in sharp pants. "So good, Ryan, so good," she whispered over and over.
"You wanted to tell me something?" he said to her chest.
"Whatever you're doing, don't stop." she moaned.