Page 30 of Nutcracker with Benefits
“Oh,” she says, relieved.
“I told you I wasn’t seeing anyone. Did you not believe me?”
“You said you hadn’t been seeing anyone, but that doesn’t mean you hadn’t had sex,” she explains. “I mean, a guy like you, it still boggles my mind.”
I look back into the drawer and pick something from my new collection. “Last time we were together, you told me you didn’t own any toys.”
“Yeah,” she says, and now she’s breathless and then laughing. “I always worry that my luggage will be searched or it’ll turn on mid-flight and cause, like, a bomb scare or something.”
I step up behind Clara and let my palm slide over her hip and to her stomach, pressing her back against me as we sit on the edge of my bed. “Well, I bought some.”
Clara gasps when she sees the wand. While I bought a variety of toys, this is, to my understanding, the most powerful and reliable one. I’ve watched videos with couples using it and enjoyed it myself.
I maneuver Clara until her calves are on either side of mine, her legs spread open. My cock is hard and throbbing against her back, and she squirms. “I need you,” she says as I press the head of the wand to the outside of her panties.
“Not yet,” I say. This thing is powerful, and if I’m inside her while we’re using it, I know I won’t last long at all. “Ready?”
She just groans and grips my arms, bracing herself. I press the button, and she jolts.
“Holy shit.”
“Too much?”
“No. No, no.” One hand comes over mine, guiding the toy exactly where she wants it, and when she hits that spot, she bucks, pressing down on me.
“Oh, Jesus,” she says, and the next few minutes are spent with Clara gasping and writhing on my lap. I use my other hand to band across her chest, pinning her down against mine. We’re both sweaty and tense and panting.
Then she tightens, one hand gripping my knee hard, and I feel her body pulse, an orgasm wracking her.
“Okay, okay, okay, that’s too much.”
I chuckle and shift the wand away, pressing the button to turn it off. “Did you like it?” I whisper in her ear, nipping.
Clara’s gone fully limp against me, and when she just hums, I laugh, my chest bouncing her up and down.
“Nash,” she whines. “Please.”
I turn, laying her on the bed and kissing my way down her body. Her legs fall open, and I carefully tug the G-string away from her damp pussy and down, throwing it to the floor. I give her a solid lick on my way back up, and she jerks beneath me, eyes flying open. We both laugh as I settle between her legs. She hitches one foot up, and I slide in.
I am proud of Clara’s blissed-out face, and I nuzzle against the skin of her neck, pressing our palms together and threading my fingers with hers. I rock into her, gently pumping my hips. Everything about this is slower, lazy, loving. Clara gasps and moans, but it’s nothing like the rushed heat from this afternoon or the explosiveness from her last orgasm.
Instead, this one is quiet, intimate. I come watching her eyes fall closed, her lips parted on a shuddering, satisfied breath.
11
Nash
The morning is slow and lazy again. Clara wakes me with whispered words in my ear, words that are intended to spur me on but only make my heart clench.
“I want you again before I go,” she says.
She straddles my hips and sinks onto me, her chest hovering over mine. We rock together, her hair a curtain over the left side of my face, her morning breath against my cheek. I’m not nineteen anymore, so a third round in twelve hours might be impossible, but that’s how it is with Clara, feast or famine.
She shifts to press herself just how she needs it against me, and I let my fingers dig into her hips. Her forehead leaves mine and drops to the pillow as she shudders through her climax. I stroke her back while she catches her breath, and then she starts again.
I feel my orgasm dragging up from the depths, slowly building from my toes while she rocks against me. Clara gets antsy on top of me, her legs stretch out along mine, and she grinds harder. I clench my ass, thrusting up to help her.
“I’m getting close again,” she says before biting my shoulder.
