Chapter 7: First Taste
Jack set the camera on a tripod, pressing some buttons before moving over and kneeling between Claire's spread legs , his face level with her most intimate place.
"You're so wet," he murmured, leaning in, his breath hot against her folds.
Claire gasped, her body tensing as Jack's words and the nearness of his face sent a shiver down her spine. She looked down through half-closed eyes, seeing him so close, his intent clear. She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She hesitated, her body tensing, unsure if she should stop him or encourage him to continue.
Jack looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, his voice low and soothing. "It's okay, Claire. I just want to taste you. Let me make you feel even better."
Claire's heart pounded in her chest, her body aching for more.
Jack leaned in, his tongue flicking out, tasting the salty sweetness of her arousal. A sharp intake of breath was her only response, her body tensing as she absorbed the sensation of his warm, wet tongue against her most intimate place. Her eyes flew open, locking onto Jack's, a mixture of shock and pleasure written all over her face. Jack held her gaze, his eyes darkening with desire as he continued to explore her with his tongue, his fingers gently parting her folds to give him better access.
"Oh, god," Claire gasped, her back arching off the bed, her hips lifting instinctively towards his mouth. She had never felt anything like this before, the sensation overwhelming, consuming her. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body tensing, her muscles coiling like a spring about to release.
She whispered, "Don't stop," her voice barely audible, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her eyes locked onto Jack's, her lips parted, her body begging for more.
Jack looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, his tongue continuing to explore her most intimate place. He didn't need any further encouragement. He wanted this, wanted her, more than anything.
He smiled, his eyes never leaving hers, "I won't."
His tongue darted out again, tasting her, teasing her, as if he had all the time in the world. Claire's hands flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands, gripping tightly as she held him to her. She could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
Jack's mouth worked its magic, his tongue circling her clit, his lips sucking gently, his fingers exploring, teasing, testing. He knew her body better than she did, knew the spots that made her gasp, the touches that made her hips buck, the movements that made her moan. He was a master of her pleasure, and he reveled in it.
He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He knew she was close, so close to the edge. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and that was all the encouragement she needed. Claire pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his shoulders, her heels digging into the small of his back. She gasped as the movement sent a shiver of pleasure through her, her body aching for more. Jack's eyes widened at the sudden, urgent contact, but he quickly adjusted, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth continuing its delicious torture. Claire's fingers tightened in his hair, her body writhing as she lost herself in the sensation. Jack's tongue worked in earnest, his fingers finding her G-spot, pressing just the right spot to send her spiraling. He could feel her muscles tensing, her body coiling like a spring about to release.
She gasped, "I'm close, Jack. Don't stop." Her voice was barely a whisper, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Jack's eyes met hers, dark and intense, his mouth never stopping its relentless pursuit of her pleasure. He nodded, his grip on her hips tightening, his tongue flicking faster, harder. He wanted this for her, wanted her to shatter in his hands, wanted to be the one to make her scream. Claire's body was a live wire, her nerves jumping and sparking with every flick of his tongue, every brush of his fingers. She could feel the heat building, the pressure tightening, her body aching for release. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. Jack held her gaze as long as he could, his own eyes dark with desire and urgency.
Then, he lowered his eyes to her clit, his tongue darting out to flick it again. Claire gasped, her hips jerking, her hands fisting in Jack's hair. "Jack, I can't," she moaned, her voice a husky plea. "It's too much. I can't... I can't stand it." Her body was taut, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. Jack looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "You can, Claire," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let go, beautiful. Let yourself feel it. I've got you." He leaned back in, his tongue circling her clit, his fingers now rubbing her G-spot in time with his tongue. Claire's breath hitched, her body trembling.
The dam was about to break. Jack's whisper sent a jolt of pleasure through her, his hot breath against her most intimate place only serving to heighten her sensitivity. "You taste incredible, Claire," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So sweet, so intoxicating. It's driving me crazy." He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, his tongue flicking out to taste her again. "Don't hold back, Claire. Let yourself go. I want to hear you scream my name."
Claire's eyes met Jack's, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. She could feel the pressure building, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap. She never thought she could feel like this, so alive, so on the edge of something incredible.
Claire's nails dug into Jack's shoulders, her hips bucking against his mouth, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. "I'm close, Jack," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper, yet filled with urgency. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Jack's eyes met hers, his gaze intense and heated, his tongue never ceasing its relentless pursuit of her pleasure. He nodded, his grip on her hips tightening, his fingers rubbing her G-spot in time with his tongue. "That's it, Claire," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, yet laced with desire. "Cum for me"
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Claire's fingernails dug deeper into Jack's shoulders, her hips bucking against his mouth, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.
Suddenly, Claire's body tensed, her breath hitched, and her eyes squeezed shut. "Jack, I need you inside me," she moaned, her voice filled with raw, desperate need.