Page 53 of Claymore
“That bad?”
“Real bad,” I confirmed.
I giggled, washing away the taste with a little soda. Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire took up the screen while I took a peek at Claymore who’d been gazing at me the entire time. He ran his fingers across my lips, collecting the bit of crumbs I didn’t even feel were there. He leaned in, kissing me softly, and I dropped the pack of cookies onto the floor.
I savored how incredible he tasted, how perfect this evening was with just the two of us, locked away in a place that housed some of the greatest stories shown on screen. I ran my fingers through his hair, a familiar tingle returning to my body, surfacing between my legs. I smelled his musky, warm cologne, feeling the cool metal of his dog tag necklace press against my skin as he drew me in closer.
Under the soft hue of the movie lighting and the sound of familiar lines wafting over from the speakers, I wanted him. The heat between us consumed me, his hands entangled in my hair while his lips pressed up against mine. I slipped out of his jacket and my shirt, feeling his warm hands travel down my body, his lips following suit. His lips kissed my perky breasts, and he quickly freed them from my black bra, tossing it aside.
I helped him out of his t-shirt, his eyes lowering to the button of my jeans and I smiled.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he whispered.
I moaned softly when he took my hard nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. He grabbed my other breast, squeezing hard, and I blushed. I slowly lifted myself off of him, getting down on my knees, undoing his belt. The buckle clanked against the base as it came undone and I slid his pants down, taking in the large imprint of his rock-solid dick through his boxers.
“This is how bad I want it,” I teased, reaching in for his long shaft, guiding it toward my mouth.
My blonde curls bounced in soft ringlets around my face while I wrapped my lips around his dick. I sucked on it, bobbing my head up and down slowly, my tongue running along his shaft with every move. He grabbed a handful of my hair, groaning, and that only made me wetter.
“Fuck. Oh my God,” he whispered.
I pulled his dick out, holding it steady. Running my tongue along his shaft only drove him wilder. I looked up at him to see that enticing smirk on his face, the one that made me stir inside. His dick hit the back of my throat, my head bobbing up and down until his grip on my head tightened. I trailed a few gentle, long strokes and slow licks until he groaned again. It was like music to my ears.
I smiled up at him, my lips curling as I ran my hands up and down his perfect dick, watching his mouth hang open as I really got to work. His eyes widened, his eyebrow twitched slightly as he took in the way I looked with a mouthful of him. I held his gaze, sucking him off until his muscles started to tense. I took his dick deep in my throat, my hand cupping his balls as I toyed with them and he moaned.
He slowly guided me up, his eyes moving down my body, lingering on my bare breasts and how the button of my jeans hung open to reveal a bit of my panties.
“Come here. Sit. Let me taste you,” he ordered.
I bit my lip, getting comfortable in the movie theater chair watching him slip my jeans off, exposing my soaking wet panties.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
My panties glided down my legs, getting lost in the pile of his clothes, and he smiled. His lips kissed my inner thighs, teasing my clit every few seconds before he dove right in. His tongue explored my wet pussy lips, and his fingers spread them further apart so he could lick every bit of me. I moaned softly, gripping the armrest so hard it nearly knocked over the glass bottle of soda pop.
The heat flooded my body, sweat slicking down my blonde curls and they stuck to my forehead as I savored every second of his touch. He kissed my clit, sucking on it gently, his two fingers sliding inside my opening. They dove inside, thrusting deep and my toes curled up, fighting the pleasure that swelled far too quickly.
“Claymore… O-oh my God.”
My body squirmed, my lip quivered and I bit down on it hard trying to keep myself from screaming. He knew all of my tender spots, all of the areas I liked to be touched, and that took my breath away.
“D-don’t stop. Claymore. Don’t stop,” I begged.
He looked up at me with a smirk, his lips glistening in the blue theatre light as the movie frankly reached intermission.
“I won’t stop until you cum for me, baby.”
His lips traveled around my swollen pussy and every touch of my clit made me jolt up. His tongue dove into my opening, swallowing every bit of my wetness the way I’d done to him. I gasped, my fingers digging into the armrest so hard they went white, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The orgasm rippled through me like the dark waves at high tide. It crashed, flooding my body with such intensity I barely had a chance to catch my breath.
Claymore slowly rose, lifting me up, so we could both sit in the movie theater chair together. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding his soft gaze while he guided his dick inside of me. I gasped, breathing deeply as his hands tightened around my ass cheeks, and he thrust up hard.
My mouth hung open, my ass bouncing on top of him while his dick darted in and out of my pussy. He smirked at me, slapping my ass so hard it echoed throughout the theatre.
“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, letting out a soft groan before he dug his fingers into my ass, slamming my cheeks down on top of him.
The sensation of his dick ramming up inside filled me with a fiery, overwhelming sense of delectation that I could barely conceptualize. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and it was hard to keep them open as the pleasure enveloped me completely.
“Look at me, Ella. Look at me,” he commanded.
