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“Lie back for me, baby,” Claire whispered, her voice a sinful blend of softness and command. It slid down my spine like silk laced with fire,

making my body thrum with anticipation.

I obeyed without a second thought, stretching out on her bed as she climbed up from the footboard, her eyes dark with intent. My legs parted instinctively, aching for her touch.

She didn’t waste a moment her mouth found me immediately, warm and devastatingly soft against the slick heat of my center. She kissed me there with reverence and hunger, her lips and tongue moving with expertise, devotion, and something wild.

I couldn’t keep still.

My hands buried in her hair, my hips lifted off the sheets, chasing the

delicious torment of her mouth. Her fingers joined in one, then another,

then more thrusting, curling, sending me spiraling over the edge.

I shattered around her, voice lost in moans and gasps as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me. I was breathless. Speechless. Completely undone.

Claire looked up, her face glowing with satisfaction and glistening proof of her love. “Having fun?” she teased, her voice low and wicked.

“God, yes… Please,” I whispered, breath hitching. “Let me taste you, Claire. Please.”

Her grin was slow, sinful. “Of course, beautiful. Stay right there.”

In one fluid motion, she straddled my face, pulling a pillow beneath my head for comfort. Her slick heat hovered above me, close enough for me to breathe her in. I extended my tongue, barely brushing her folds and the taste of her nearly made me whimper.

I devoured her slowly, savoring every drop. Her hips moved against my mouth in smooth, rolling motions. I clutched her thighs, guiding her rhythm, licking deeper, harder, faster. My tongue thrust inside her as her moans grew louder, more desperate.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Yes… just like that. Tongue me deep.”

Her words ignited something primal. I gave her everything. And when she came, it was a beautiful, trembling fall her body quaking, her cries filling the room.

As she collapsed beside me, breathless and flushed, she reached under her pillow with a mischievous smile. “I got something for you.”

From the crumpled brown bag, she pulled out a sleek, black double-ended toy, and another just for me. My breath caught.

“You like them?” she asked, handing them over. “They’re clean. Ready. I want to watch you play with yourself. Show me how that sweet little body of yours takes it.”

Heat spread through me like wildfire. I slid one in slowly, savoring the way my body gripped and welcomed it. I moved with growing urgency, watching Claire across from me doing the same. Her moans, her movements they fed my desire.

Our sounds rose together, a symphony of passion. She slid beside me then, positioning the double-ender between us. One end slid into me, thick and stretching, the other into her. We moved, rocked, gasped, lost all sense of control.

The pleasure was wild no rhythm, just raw, rising need.

We came, again and again, until we were breathless and spent, our bodies pulsing with aftershocks.

When it was done, I slid between her thighs once more, kissed her tenderly, cleaned every last trace of her, worshiping her with my lips until she was quivering again.

Claire curled into me, her fingers trailing lazy patterns across my skin. Her voice was hoarse but sweet. “Maybe we should stay in more often.”

I grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Oh, Claire... absolutely.”