Page 23 of Seven Minutes In Heaven
Chapter 8
Was it a sin to forget the world outside of them? Or was it a greater sin to deny what they hadbetweenthem?
Claire knew what she wanted to believe when she fell on Jake’s bed with him on top of her, like she fantasized in the days following their first encounter.
This feels so right. This is the kind of man I really want to be with.The more she thought about it, the more she realized that age and status didn’t really have much to do with it. Did she prefer a lover her own age? Of course! Yet Jake could’ve been the same age as his father and still be a much more attractive man. It was the kind soul radiating his warmth that made her fall so hard for him. Even when they first met at the party, she felt it. An aura she often didn’t encounter in LA.
A man like Jake – handsome, kind,andavailable – didn’t come around so often. That same man being so into her? Not just because she was beautiful? She would be a fool to deny him!
Yet I feel like the biggest fool of all. The biggest, happiest fool.
Jake’s kisses were strong, and his body upon hers was unlike anything she felt in a tiny, cramped closet.Wasn’t it, though?His strength alone had pinned her against a wall, and the man had only broken a sweat because he fucked her so hard. So hewasstrong! Perhaps he was weak-willed enough that he couldn’t say no to her, but it wasn’t the same as a lack of character. Jake Carter had too much of that – and it’s what attracted Claire first and foremost.
The fact he was hot to the touchandeyes was another story.
“Yes…” Claire was already his, but the fact remained unchallenged when he slipped his hand into her lingerie and stroked her wet folds. “Fuck, yes, do it.”
The same urgency from their first encounter was there, so it was strange to realize they had all the time – and comfort – in the world. They could take their time. They could explore each other’s bodies. They could experiment with different positions and play with one another as if this were something more than a quick and dirty romp that was never supposed to happen.
All Claire could think about was fucking him. Raw. Dirty. She wanted the raw feelings while still acknowledging how filthy this was. She might as well own up to what they were doing.
If he could be on the same page as her…
“I’m not holding back,” Jake said. He was halfway finished with undressing her, his hands as busy as his lips as they made love to her skin and brought pleasure to the flesh beneath. “I’m giving you everything I’ve got.”
Claire brought his lips down upon hers. His fingers were inside of her, the rest of her body screaming for more attention.Then do it, you fool. Take me. Make me yours. Make me feel like I’ll never belong to any other man in this world.She rode his fingers and welcomed him to touch any part of her he wanted. Her throat. Her nipples. That little spot beneath her breasts and the dip of her lower back. The back of her knee. The tops of her ankles. A trail of kisses from her big toe to her little toe. She wanted the intensity of a hot and sweaty encounter with the tenderness of pure lovemaking. Who knew? Every chance with Jake might be her last chance to have it all.
She yanked his shirt off and tumbled on top of him, his fingers slipping out of her and falling over the edge of the bed. Claire straddled his naked waist and felt the bulge of his erection straining against his trousers. Didn’t take much to get him hard around her, huh? “Is this what you want, Jake?” She drew her nails down his chest. He closed his eyes, his breaths staggered and his body quivering beneath her touch. “Do you wantme?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I?”
Claire bent down and kissed the light brown hairs covering his chest. Her hand worked his cock out of his pants.
“No turning back?” His tip lingered in her wet opening. Claire fought back the demons dragging her down on top of him. Or maybe those were angels doing the devil’s sinful work. What was good and what was wrong were mired in her addled head. “You screw me again, and we’re in this hell together.”
Jake was a man of little words. He preferred to thrust upward, hands clasping Claire’s hips as he took her for a second time. The cry of elation she uttered filled his humble apartment, but nothing compared to the groan coming from his lips. He knew what he wanted.
She slammed her hands against his chest and urged him to help her find a rhythm. When everything was colored with the hot white light of pleasure, and her body became nothing more than a vessel for his whim, Claire rode him as if she had never been granted such a wondrous opportunity.
In many ways, she hadn’t. While it wasn’t her first show at the rodeo, it was the first time she felt this level of desire with another man. Desire for his body, his words, and the looks he gave her every time they were in the same room.I want him to fuck me as much as I want him to talk to me.If Claire could hold a conversation about what it meant to be a career-driven woman in Hollywood while they had sex, she would. Unfortunately, she was mortal, and she had to choose one over the other.
In that moment, she chose to fuck him.
His hands guided her hips, and his moans guided her heart. This was the most dangerous game she could play, yet here she was, full of this man’s cock and hoping he would completely lose himself within her once more. She wanted that level of intimacy as much as she wanted to keep this moment going forever.
Her thrusts only slowed because she came, much sooner than she anticipated, and with as much suspense as a string coiling on the floor.
“Oh, fuck.” Jake’s thumb and fingers squeezed into her hips. If Claire thought she was getting away from him anytime soon, she was sorely mistaken. Jake was married to keeping her right there on top of him, her body clenched around his cock and threatening to steal everything he kept close to his heart. Like his lingering feelings for a woman he wasn’t meant to have.
He must have known it too. Because before Claire could even think about finishing her climax, Jake overtook her and pinned her back against his bed. He moved so quickly and so carefully that he didn’t slip out of her body until the final moment – and by then, he had surrounded her with his now naked form and covered her in heavy kisses.
“Take me,” she whined into the firm muscle gracing her lips. “Do it hard.”
“Is there any other speed with you?”
“No.”
He didn’t want to talk anymore. He wanted to fuck her, and Claire was inclined to let him get everything he had to say out in that fashion. Especially if it meant she spread her legs wide.
