by Cj Howard
Claire kicked off her shoes as soon as they both stepped into his suite, and Benjamin smiled to himself more deeply. “What can I get you? Wine? I could mix you up a drink,” Benjamin told her as he eased off his own shoes, leaving them at the spot he kept for them next to the door.
“I think wine is good,” Claire said. “Don’t want to pile too much on top of all that sake.”
Ben nodded and moved into the kitchen, Claire following in his wake. How to tip the scales? That’s the important question here, he thought.
“Red, white, or blush?”
Claire sat at his counter, considering. “Let’s go with white,” she said, and Ben nodded, plucking a bottle of semi-sweet wine out of the wine cooler.
Benjamin opened the bottle, and poured them each a glass of the straw-colored wine, leaning forward slightly. “I’m guessing you remember the last time you were here in this very spot,” Benjamin said, smiling.
“I do, actually,” Claire replied, a flash of a grin lighting up her face for an instant, before being replaced by a more neutral expression.
“And have you been thinking about that particular moment?” Benjamin sipped his wine.
“I have,” Claire replied, but Benjamin was able to see the delicate flush across her cheeks, the beginnings of the blushing across her chest above her collar; he knew that she was much less neutral than she was pretending to be.
“What have you been thinking about it?”
Claire’s gaze switched down, to look into her glass for a moment, and Benjamin saw the color in her cheeks intensify for a moment before receding. “I have been thinking that I wish you would just make a move on me, instead of making me tell you I want you to make a move,” Claire said, her voice a bit sharp.
Benjamin chuckled. “I thought it would be inappropriate to hit on my employee directly,” he pointed out. “Besides, I did tell you that I would never make a move on you unless you were clear you wanted me to.”
“You know, that makes it seem like you’re not all that confident of my interest,” Claire remarked, spinning her wine glass on its base between her fingers.
Benjamin grinned at her. “You’re trying to goad me into making a move so you don’t have to ask me to kiss you, or touch you, or fuck you,” he suggested.
“Why should I have to ask you to kiss me? Or touch me?” Claire raised one well-groomed eyebrow slowly.
“You don’t have to,” Benjamin told her. “You could opt not to—and things will stay strictly professional between us.”
“You clearly don’t want things to stay strictly professional between us,” Claire remarked.
“I’m relying on you to set the tone of our relationship,” Benjamin countered. “If you want things to be more than professional, more than platonic—then it’s on you to show me.”
“Show you?” Both of Claire’s eyebrows went up at that.
“Since you don’t want to ask me to make a move, you could show me where you would like me to touch you,” Benjamin explained, smiling slowly.
“This is another power play,” Claire said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Again, you can choose not to participate. You’re as much involved in this as I am,” Benjamin pointed out. He met Claire’s gaze levelly. “We can just have our wine together, and you can talk to me about whatever else you feel like talking about… or you can choose to show me how much you want me—and how you want me.” He picked up his glass and sipped a bit more of the wine, leaving the decision up to Claire.
Claire sipped her wine, and Benjamin wondered—not for the first time—if he’d misread her body language. After a couple of sips, she set her glass down and climbed down from the stool she’d been sitting on, looking at him still.
“So, I’m supposed to show you where I want you to touch me?” Claire smoothed her clothes over her body, meeting his gaze.
“Yes,” Benjamin confirmed, already feeling the heat beginning to course through his veins, to pool along his groin. His heart beat faster at the thought of what she would do next, the anticipation of what might happen. He watched intently as Claire’s hands slid along the lines of her dress, around to the back. He knew what she was doing, but couldn’t see to be sure that her hands were unzipping the garment.
“Here,” Claire said a moment later, bringing her hands back around to her front, bringing her fingers up to her lips. She then began to slide the dress down off of her shoulders. “Here,” she said again, brushing her fingertips against her shoulders. Ben’s breath caught in his throat, the heat along his groin intensifying. Claire turned her back to him and wriggled and slithered out of the dress she was in, leaving her in bra, panties, and thigh-high stockings. She turned back around and gave him a devilish look. “And here,” she said, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra.
“That’s a good start,” Ben told her.
Claire smiled again, letting her hands fall slightly, letting them drift downward slowly—oh, so slowly—along her ribs, then her abdomen. “And here, I think,” she said, stopping the downward caress at her hips. “And maybe…” she slid her hands inward until they just barely covered the front of her panties, the juncture of her thighs—not quite touching the vulva underneath. “Or maybe here…” she let them drop from their position over her pussy and slid them along her inner thighs, meeting Benjamin’s gaze.
She managed to hold eye contact with him as she began to turn around slowly, until her back was to him, and then her hands brushed against her skin as she moved them to the back, bringing them to rest on the curve of her ass, barely covered by the thin, lacy material of her panties. “Definitely here,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him.
“We’ll have to get started, then,” Benjamin said quietly. “That does seem like a lot of ground to cover, if I want to do a thorough job.” He stepped around the counter and was at Claire’s side in an instant, reaching up to unhook her bra almost before she could turn around to face him. Benjamin decided to give up the charade of making her ask for it—clearly, Claire wanted things to get physical. He brushed his lips against hers briefly, and then in the next moment, he deepened the kiss, following the path that her hands had taken, sliding the straps of her bra down from her shoulders and then cupping her breasts.
He could feel himself getting harder just from the little bit of contact between them, just from the kiss and the teasing before it, and knew that he would have to hold himself back to enjoy the time he’d have with her as much as possible. Benjamin rubbed Claire’s nipples lightly with his thumbs, feeling them harden to his touch as he dipped down from her lips to her neck, nibbling lightly at the column of her throat.
Benjamin let his hands slide down to Claire’s hips, kneading slightly as he worked inward. He touched her vulva through the lacy material of her panties as he brought his lips up to hers to kiss her once more. He pressed more firmly against Claire’s pussy, rubbing her slowly through the thin fabric, and felt the moisture already beginning to soak through the material from her arousal. Benjamin smiled against Claire’s lips and kissed her more hungrily. She began to come to life, her hand cupping his erection and beginning to rub as her other arm wrapped around his shoulder.
For a while, Benjamin kept things at that level, letting Claire’s arousal simmer as he became more turned on. Claire’s touch, rubbing against his already-hard cock through his clothes, was so good it was almost intolerable; after a few minutes, though, he guided Claire’s hand away from his erection and towards the buttons on his blazer—to have her start taking his clothes off as well. Benjamin nibbled at Claire’s bottom lip then dipped down to the column of her throat once more. He felt Claire tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket and helped her get it off of him.
Bit by bit, his clothes came off until he was as naked as she was—nothing more between them than their underwear—and he pulled back just a bit. “Tell me you want this to keep going,” he said, rubbing his fingers along the wet seam where Claire’s labia met,
underneath her panties.
“You said you wouldn’t make me…”
“Just say it,” Benjamin told her, kissing her lips lightly. “It can’t be that difficult for you to tell me whether or not you want to keep going.” He pulled his fingers away from her, stepping back slightly to minimize the contact between their bodies.
Claire pulled him back, kissing the spot just under his ear where his pulse was. “Fine,” she said. “I want it.”
Benjamin chuckled lowly, once more cupping her vulva in his hand and rubbing the heel of his palm against her through the thin material that covered it. He started to lead Claire towards the couch in the living room; he was too turned on to get her all the way to the bedroom right away, but he needed to get them both roughly horizontal for what he wanted to do next. Claire went along with Benjamin’s lead easily, her hands trailing over his body, brushing against the erection straining at the front of his jockey shorts.
They tumbled onto the couch together, and Benjamin pinned Claire at the hips, kissing her hungrily as he became more and more turned on. For a few moments, he stayed right in that space—turned on so much that his cock almost ached, blood rushing through his veins to seemingly pool along his groin.
He broke away from her lips and began to work his way downward slowly, nibbling and nipping at Claire’s neck, dragging his lips along her collarbones, and then kissing the tops of her breasts before cupping them both, bringing them up to his mouth to lay claim to each of her nipples in turn. He sucked and licked each dark nub until they both tightened and hardened and continued to worship them with his mouth while Claire twisted and writhed underneath him, moaning softly.
Benjamin shifted downward again, tickling Claire with his breath and lips as he slithered along her body, kissing her along her sternum, past her ribs to her navel. He looked up at Claire, her face flushed and her lips parted, and smiled to himself, hovering at her hips. He could smell the thick, sharp-sweet scent of her arousal from the juncture of her thighs, soaking through her panties, mingling with her warm perfume—and it was enough to drive him crazy with need. Benjamin hooked his fingertips in the waistband of Claire’s panties, and she obligingly lifted her hips as he tugged the material down, exposing her pussy to his hungry gaze.
He spread her legs wider and gently peeled her labia apart, licking his lips thoroughly. Benjamin buried his face against Claire’s pussy, nuzzling against her as he shifted his weight to hold her legs spread and her hips down. She cried out in pleasure, reaching down blindly to tangle her hands in his hair as Benjamin lapped at her inner labia, playfully—barely tapping against her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.
He took his time, sliding his tongue up and down her folds, savoring the sharp-sweet taste of her coating his tongue. Benjamin began to focus more on Claire’s pleasure center, licking it carefully at first, testing her reactions—and then swirling his tongue around the swollen nub in tighter circles. He tried spelling out her name with the tip of his tongue against her clitoris and then sucked the bead of nerves gently between his lips, before sliding his tongue down to her inner labia once more.
Benjamin stopped thinking consciously at that point, instead focusing only on the reactions Claire gave to the things he did; he listened for the catch of her breath, the moans leaving her throat, felt for her body’s growing tension, and tasted the way her fluids started flowing more freely. He worshipped her with his mouth, sucking and licking, devouring her over and over again with everything but his teeth as Claire became more and more aroused, her hips bucking under his arms and her legs moving as if to wrap around his head. Benjamin worked Claire steadily with his lips and tongue, alternating between her clit and her inner labia, probing her and then moving back up to her pleasure center, until he was certain she was on the very edge of climax—so close she could taste it.
He pulled back then, licking his lips of the last of her traces, feeling the slickness on his chin and cheeks, and grinned as Claire groaned in frustration at the orgasm she hadn’t quite achieved. “I know, I’m just the worst,” Ben said when Claire’s eyes opened, and she half-scowled at him.
“You’re being a fucking tease,” she said, and Benjamin laughed again.
“Do you want me to finish you off with my mouth… or do you want to go straight to the main event?” he raised an eyebrow, grinning at her and shifting slightly to relieve some of the pressure on his throbbing, aching cock. He was definitely more than ready to move onto the main event—but of course, if Claire wanted him to finish her with his mouth, he’d go right back to work.
“Well now that you’ve thrown me off just short of getting me off, we might as well,” Claire said, half-irritable and half-amused, and Benjamin slithered up along her body, pressing wet kisses to her hip, her navel, her breastbone, and then her lips. He slithered out of his shorts, rubbing against Claire’s body, for a moment or two thankful for the relief just of contact with her body, the closeness.
Then, when he couldn’t take the suspense anymore, he guided the tip of his cock up against her slick folds and thrust into her slowly, sinking past the initial tightness of her pussy inch by inch. He sank into her, deeper and deeper, until their hips pressed flush together and then for a dozen heartbeats stayed perfectly still. He kissed her lightly on the lips, catching the moan that left her throat as he pulled out and then thrust back into her.
They found their rhythm just as quickly as they had their first night together, and Benjamin let his lips wander over her face, down to her chest, claiming her everywhere he could reach. He groaned against her neck as he felt her muscles tightening around him with every movement of their bodies together, her wet heat wrapping around his throbbing cock like a glove.
Benjamin reached down between his and Claire’s hips and found her clitoris, just above where he thrust into her. He began to stroke and rub her in counterpoint to his thrusts and groaned out again as he felt her muscles tighten around him in a convulsive spasm. Benjamin smiled to himself, gradually building up his pace, thrusting a little faster and a little harder into Claire’s body.
Her hands wandered all over him, caressing and kneading, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she pushed her hips down to meet his thrusts, her tight muscles flexing around him as they moved together. Benjamin kissed Claire again and again, rubbing her pleasure center more steadily as he thrust harder and faster, picking up his pace every moment.
He wanted to last as long as possible, but he knew that wasn’t going to be likely—fortunately, he had nowhere to be the next morning, and neither did Claire, so he was fairly certain there would be a repeat performance. Maybe he could convince her to stay the whole night, and they could have sex until nearly dawn.
But for the moment, Benjamin was focused entirely on the present—the feeling of Claire’s body wrapped around him, the way she fit absolutely perfectly, the heat and wetness of her pussy on his cock as they both became more and more turned on. He claimed her nipples and then her lips once more, before giving himself up to the pleasure of Claire’s body completely, no longer even thinking about anything except for the orgasm he could feel building up along his groin, like a hot wire coiling deep down from somewhere in his hips and into his balls.
He pounded into Claire with abandon, catching her moans and swallowing them down, touching and tasting her, barely holding back as he felt the tension mounting in her body with every moment that passed. He kept himself on the edge, barely slowing down to keep from tumbling over it, until he felt the telltale clutch of her hands on his shoulders, the shudder that ran through her body.
Benjamin managed to hold back a little longer, until the first erratic spasms of Claire’s pussy tightening around him drove him over the edge. He followed her into the climax, thrusting into her with abandon as he came, wave after wave of pleasure washing through him, coursing through his nervous system. Benjamin tried to keep it going for as long as he could, but after a few minutes that felt like ages, he could feel the waves begin
ning to ebb and slowed to a stop, panting slightly, out of breath.
He sagged against Claire’s body, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of her neck, and held onto her as the aftershocks of his orgasm worked through his body and hers alike. He could feel the way she tensed around him in little echoes of her orgasmic spasms, feel the way she was breathing heavily still, the mad flurry of her pulse at her neck.
“You know your access card will let you into my apartment,” he said, when he was able to breathe steadily enough to speak. Claire murmured something that was in between words—but the tone was quizzical enough that Benjamin could figure out what she wanted. He pulled himself up slightly, looking down into her half-lidded, contented eyes. “Your access card, it works to get you into my room here,” he told her again.
“That’s very thoughtful,” Claire said, shifting her hips underneath him just a bit.
Benjamin chuckled. “This way,” he explained, pressing a light kiss to her forehead, “if you wanted more sex in the future, you could come and present yourself to me without having to ask me.”
“Ah, I see,” Claire said.
Benjamin smiled. “Of course, I’m not going to expect you to come see me if you don’t want to,” he pointed out. “As always, it’s about what you’re comfortable with—what you want. If you don’t want more sex, you are never obligated.” Claire looked at him a bit more shrewdly, and Benjamin wondered what thoughts there were going on behind her dark eyes—he could see that they were happening, but of course couldn’t read what they were.
“We’ll see how it plays out,” Claire said.