{Chapter: 186 - Beautiful Night With Claire Bennet II (R-18)}
When his hands moved her lower lips it came violent butterflies in Claire's stomach.
Pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive curve of her calf, and allowing his hands to slide over firm muscles and soft, slender thighs.
His eyes met hers in hesitation, and after a second, she nodded just barely. His hand paused for only a moment before they brushed over the front of her pussy. Claire's hips raised instinctively, and he was filled with insistent need when he felt the slight dampness there. "Oh! Goddess, Claire," he murmured, leaning down to press their mouths together again and pulling away when he felt her hands at his neck.
Dainty her hands touched every ridge of solid muscle, skimmed over the sparse hair before her hand lay flat against his chest-
Against his heart.
"It feels the same as mine," she said quietly. "Strong and steady. Quick. like mine, too." She looked to him, and for the first time, it was Claire who was vulnerable before his eyes. "When it's over, are you going to be done with me?"
He frowned, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "We don't have to if you don't-"
"I want to," Claire insisted, and he felt no trace of a lie. "I just want to know if this will be the only time."
His expression darkened at the thought. "Once I had a relationship with a woman I never left them even if they wanted to. You will be mine after this. I... Now desire... your company. Intimately, as well as not. And if I taste something once, I almost always want it again and again..." His throat contracted and relaxed. "Claire, there's just one thing I want you to know."
"Hm?" She asked, feeling his heartbeat against her palm.
He closed his eyes. "I'm not going to change for you, Claire. I'm going to make you mine forever."
"I don't know if I could ever leave you," Claire murmured, leaning forward to nuzzle his neck, nudging her nose up under his jaw and sighing when he rested his chin atop her head.
"Good girl," Aiden replied, pulling away enough so he could bend to kiss her again. Claire hummed into his mouth, allowing him to push her onto her back once more.
He reached for her, moving the thin strap of her bra off her shoulder and brushing blonde curls from golden skin.
She pouted, turning her head away, a dark blush coloring her cheeks. "Well, it's not like I'm used to this..."
"Are you sure about wanting to do it today? You are still young."
She grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him back to her with a surprising amount of strength. "This is my life, and I can make my own decisions. I want you to be the first, and I..." She paused, sighing, and tugged him close. He balanced on all fours above her, their eyes meeting uncertainty, and Claire continued. "I don't want it to be anyone else."
He sighed, lowering himself so their bodies fit together, toying with the straps of her bra. He rested his forehead against hers, rolling one of her curls around his finger. "Why not?"
She was almost positive that the breath had left her body, their chests pressed together, legs tingling and feeling her heartbeat against his. "Because you know me for who I am... and because you'll always be there."
"I'm not a full hero, Claire," he reminded her gently. "But I will be there when you need me."
Claire reached up, pushing his hair back from his eyes. "And that's when I'm going to need you. Otherwise, I can take care of myself."
Aiden laughed quietly. "I suppose so."
"Now, sit up," Claire said with a sly smile, pushing lightly on his shoulders.
He hummed his agreement, letting her roll them over so she was on top. His hands settled at her waist when she straddled his hips, watching as she bit her lip in concentration.
He grabbed her around the waist, moving her farther up, despite her indignant grumblings. He kissed her quietly, twisting his fingers into her hair and holding her there until she gave in. Her body relaxed back against her pillows and her eyes cracked open, sighing when he pulled away, her foot tracing idly back and forth across his calf.
Shaking her head slightly and eyes falling closed. "I'm just scared, I guess."
"Claire, I told you that we don't have to do anything. I can wait for you for as long as it takes."
"Not that kind of scared," she sighed. "Well, maybe a l¡ttl€. More scared about my father finding out about... whatever this is." She chewed at her kiss-swollen lips, green eyes, honestly nervous and almost... worried. "And what if something happens? Something... unexpected."
Aiden shook his head with a slight smile, kissing her once, twice, and once more. "Don't worry so much, Claire. If something happens..." His smile faded slightly. "We'll cross that bridge if we should come to it. Okay?"
Claire swallowed, exhaling sharply and forcing a smile, leaning up to kiss Aiden quickly before she replied, "Okay."
"Okay," he repeated, smile returning as he slipped a hand between them, fingers skimming over the front of her breasts, Claire shivered at the direct touch. "Feel good?"
"Yeah," she breathed, arching up slightly when his hand went to her back, the other slipping under her after a moment.
She looked like that- grinning widely, cheeks flushed and hair a bit disheveled, leaning back on her elbows, the warmth bubbling through her.
"Not fun, is it?" Claire lay back as Aiden practically explored her body with soft touches.
"Claire," he growled, attaching their mouths together as he palmed her bare breast, squeezing slightly and making her arch up into him. Rough, callused fingers found the pert bud of her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
A loud, throaty moan escaped the petite blonde, and her nails dug into his sides.
Fingers twitching out of reflex, the sides of her underwear- and a bit of skin- sliced. He pulled the scrap of fabric away, leaving her completely bare under his hungry gaze, a few sticky drops of smudged at her hips as she was wet. Short, blonde curls were her only protection now, slightly coarse when he tentatively touched them, but no less appealing, by any means.
"Claire..." Aiden breathed, one hand tracing the curves and dips of her body. "You are absolutely beautiful. Flawless."
She shifted, both embarrassed and flattered, but she smiled and reached for him, sitting up and kissing him. Her hands pushed his hair back from his face, smoothed over his shoulders and down his chest, finally settling at his hips. He groaned at the feeling of her soft hands against his skin, combined with his anticipation of finally, finally being with her.
He pulled back just barely, brushing his lips over the corner of her mouth, her cheeks, forehead, eyelids, and the tip of her nose, smiling slightly when Claire broke out into a fit of giggling. Then, as soon as it had come, she had stopped, her eyes meeting his uncertainty.
Gasping and hissing under Aiden's breath. Claire averted her eyes, sinking her teeth into her lip and badly suppressing a violent shudder when she heard his quiet noises.
Reaching out to her, he brushed his fingertips over her collarbone, skimming over her developing breasts and tracing the dips of her ribs, following the natural curve of her body to her hips. His thumb stroked over one of the slightly protruding bones there, humming quietly in response to her soft whimper. "Claire, look at me."
Her eyes hesitantly raised to his and she worried her lip between her teeth, stopping only when his other hand raised to rub his thumb over her mouth. His eyes darkened when her lips parted, carefully taking hold of his finger between her teeth and sucking it into her mouth.
"God, you gorgeous, gorgeous girl," Aiden murmured, pulling his hand from her and covering her mouth with his own. Claire hardened her resolve when she felt that kiss, and slowly lowered her hand to rest against his abdomen, pulling her mouth away, looking for affirmation that she was okay, that she would be accepted.
"Claire, you don't have to-" Aiden started when he realized what she was intending, the rest of that statement cut off by his shuddering grunt when her fingers brushed his straining cock. "Oh god, Claire."
Her mouth curved into a small smile, her confidence boosted by his reaction, her hand taking hold of the flushed organ and giving it a firm stroke. "'Feel good?'" she asked, grinning when she realized that she'd finally turned the tables on him.
"You have n- no idea," he breathed. As she slowly started to stroke his cock.
Allowing him to push her hand away. He reached for her, but she grabbed his hand before it could touch her heated skin. "Don't- I don't want to wait anymore, and it won't hurt, either way."
He swallowed, his eyes locked with hers when he said, "I don't have a..."
"I don't care," Claire whispered. "Just be with me."
"Are you sure?"
Claire rolled her eyes, reaching up and linking her arms around his neck, pulling him down until their bodies were pressed flush together- stomach to stomach, chest to chest, heartbeat against pounding heartbeat. "More sure than I've ever been about anything. You're the one thing that I can have to myself... the one person who understands how I work, without fail."
He nodded in understanding, pulling back just enough to guide himself to the entrance of her body, shuddering at the feeling. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," she whispered breathlessly, lifting her hips to push him closer.
They both moaned as he pushed himself forward, slipping inside her young and hot body and not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside her.
Claire's chest heaved as she took in oxygen, her body by no means in pain as she dealt with far worse but uncomfortable with the feeling of being stretched to the maximum. She shifted her hips in an effort to find comfort, suddenly stilled when Aiden gripped her hips, hissing, "Wait a second, Claire."
"Okay," she whispered, not able to stop the trembling of her body as she slowly started to adjust to the feeling of him being within her.
"Fuck," he growled under his breath. "So tight... so hot. Feels so good."
"Good to know," the blonde breathed, resting her head back and closing her eyes as Aiden's dick was in her very depths.
Without warning, he began to pull back, slowly sliding out and leaving Claire feeling empty- at least until his hips snapped forward, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her body that fizzled like lightning, a quiet cry escaping her mouth and a sharp snarl escaping his.