“Talk to me, beautiful,” I said to her as I slid in deeper. I groaned. “You’re so tight.”
“That wasn’t so bad,” she said as I seated myself fully.
I laughed at her comment. She gripped my ass and made me move. I claimed her lips, and we got lost in each other. Sliding inside her and pulling back as our tongues entwined. I didn’t know where I ended and she began. It all felt so intense in the best way.
“I’m getting close,” I warned.
“Come,” she urged.
“What about you?” I asked.
Something softened in her gaze. “I wasn’t expecting an orgasm the first time.”
“Okay,” I said. I picked up speed, trying to rub her clit as I pulled back and slid into her.
She moaned. “Oh, that feels so good, Asher.”
She sounded surprised by the burst of pleasure she was feeling. That encouraged me more, so I kept it up, almost holding my breath so I wouldn’t come. She began clenching around my cock, and that’s when I lost it.
“I’m coming,” I warned. I came hard as her pussy clamped down on my cock. A small orgasm racked through her body. We unraveled together in a flame of lust and need. When we both came down I rolled off her and held her in my arms.
“That was way better than I expected,” she confessed. “I had an orgasm.”
“I know,” I grinned. “It’s my magic cock.”
“It is magic,” she agreed.
“Are you sore?” I asked.
“A little.”
“Let me run you a bath,” I offered.
“Thanks,” she smiled. Her cheeks flushed. Something inside me shifted. There was a feeling inside my chest I couldn’t name, but it wasn’t something I had felt before.
In the bathroom I got rid of the condom and washed my hands, then I filled the bath and added some bath foam I had lying around. It said lavender on the bottle, so I figured it was good for Claire.
When the bath was ready, I went to get her. She shivered against me. I walked her to the tub.
“Are you going to get in with me?” she asked.
“If you want me to,” I answered.
“I want you,” she said. Three words that did me in.
We took a bath together. Claire sat between my legs and leaned on my chest. We just enjoyed each other quietly.
“Do you have to train tonight?” she asked.
“Nope, I’m taking the night off,” I said.
“Are you looking forward to this fight?” she asked.
“Not as much as I used to. This fight is different. There’s going to be a larger crowd, more money.”
“And probably the stakes are higher,” she added. “As in you could get hurt.”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “There’s risk involved. That isn’t new.”