Page 24 of Seven Minutes In Heaven
It was as good as she knew it would be.
He let her make as many noises as she wanted. Hearty moans, little whines, and cries of pleasure that would have torn apart lesser women now graced the air, and sometimes only the back of Claire’s lips. Whenever Jake kissed her like he did toward the end, with his tongue against hers and his whole body bearing down upon her, Claire couldn’t get any sound out besides a muffled groan of greed.
“Hard enough for you?” The headboard slammed against the wall with that sentiment. Jake had her to his hilt, his balls slapping against her ass and her back arching so her body could take more of him.There’s no more to take! What are you doing?No, there was always more. There were ways to make a man feel even better, bigger,harder.Claire was going to figure them out right now. “Because I’ve still got more in me.”
“Do it,” she said again. “Tear me apart if you have to.”
Oh, he would. And he would bring himself down with her.
Claire relished the sensation of being completely split open and offering herself to this man. He could have her. Every inch of her that he could reach. Every sound, every taste of her sweat and the top of her tongue, and every inch of her skin was his to drink. All he wanted in return was her open soul and a chance to believe that this could be their everyday reality.
The pressure was too much. Claire came again. Her hands latched onto his stiffened arms, and she effortlessly met the last of his thrusts before he joined her.
So. Warm.Everything, from the air on her skin to the seed inside of her was too warm to bear. Claire was tired of these limitations to her body and mind. She longed for a world in which she could always take more, more, more.
Until then, she would have to live with Jake slowing his thrusts and eventually collapsing on top of her.
They lay still for a minute, their heavy breaths the only sound to be heard. Claire held her hand to her brow and wondered if she would ever be able to walk again.
She was grateful that was her first thought after having sex with Jake. Not… other things. Other, more obvious things.
“That was amazing,” she finally said. Claire was only compelled to say something because the experience wasn’t over yet. Jake had so much in him that it now freed itself from her body and trickled down her thighs. Every inch of skin covered reminded her that she could have that again if she wished. Jake was right here. With any luck, he would always be here.
He remained quiet, however. His chest gradually slowed its heavy breathing before he turned toward her, his hand on her stomach and his lips on her shoulder. Claire had never felt so safe with someone before. Was this what it felt like to be content? In love?
No. Don’t do that to yourself.
“If I could run away with you right now,” Jake softly said, “I would.”
“Don’t say things like that.”
“You think I’m not serious?”
That was the problem. Shedidthink he was serious. Claire barely knew this man outside of a few encounters, but he had a hopeless romantic lurking inside of him.Doesn’t get that from his father.Arthur was as much of a hopeless romantic as a toad drying out in the desert sun.Looks like one sometimes, too.Claire shuddered. The closer she got to her wedding day, the more she questioned what the hell she was doing.
No, what made her question everything was falling into bed with Jake.What’s wrong with me? Don’t I know what I’m doing?She wasn’t only risking her engagement, since double standards dictated Arthur could dump her for even looking at another man, while she would put up with his philandering to get another shot at that elusive “security” thing people always harped about.No one would really blame me if I dumped him because he constantly cheated on me, but is that what I want to do?Yes. No. She didn’t know anymore.
“Can I ask you something?”
Jake groaned as he forced himself up, leg cocked and rigid muscles rolling toward her. “You had my cock inside of you. Think you can ask me anything you like.”
“What do you really think about your father?”
Sighing, Jake flopped back down onto his pillow, although his body remained pressed against hers. The sweat on his skin and the scent of his aftershave lulled her into a false sense of security.If only it was you I was betrothed to, Jake. Why didn’t your father think of that?Because it was 2017, and he thought his son wouldn’t be interested. Because Arthur was greedy and wanted a hot, young wife for himself.
“I think my father has good intentions, but is an insufferable nitwit. I don’t go home very often, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Good intentions? Is that why he so happily offers roles to women in exchange for sex?”
“Or marriage, apparently?”
“Still sex. Just legitimized.”
Neither of them commented on that.
“It’s hard to explain, especially to women.” Jake placed a hand on Claire’s arm. “Because we don’t see the effects of what we say and do like you have to feel them. My father is so set in his ways. I’ve given up trying to get him to see reason. It’s hard to do it in this industry.”
“So you’ve never swapped sex for industry favors?”
