So this story was inspired while I was driving and listening to the song 'All I wanna do is make love to you', hence the title. It is not all fluff but actually there is a lot of angst and good times too. At the end it is Clawen though, and I am really into this story at the moment. The chapters may start a little short at first but they can get quite long moving forward. I already have around 9 chapters written and I will be posting a couple as I go along. Hope you like it because I really love this one. As always reviews are more than welcome…I'd love to hear what you think 😊
It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while
I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain
Fate tell me it's right, is this love at first sight
Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night…
Chapter 1:
It was a dark stormy night in October and twenty-six years old Claire Dearing, the bright new Head of Design at Black Designs was on her way back home to Madison, Wisconsin after being in a training program in Chicago for the last three days. It was not a very long drive but the heavy rain was making a simple two to three hours' drive feel like an eight one. The road was very slippery and the wipers could hardly keep up with the heavy droplets of rain hitting viciously the windscreen, so Claire slowed down and tried to focus as hard as she could on the road, to avoid any accidents that might be blocking the road, making it extra dangerous to drive in this kind of conditions, not to mention the darkness that seemed to have fallen, making it look like it is already eleven o'clock.
The trees at the side of the long straight road ahead were swaying along the wind, howling loudly against the screeching sounds from the cars driving by and the radio was suddenly almost too much, so she turned the sound down so she could focus better, when the bright lights coming in her direction almost made her miss the car pulled out on the side of the road. Its owner was out with the bonnet open clearly trying to fix it and she could see the smoke coming out of the car. It must have run out of water and the radiator might have been over heated. The poor guy was going nowhere with a car in that state and to call a tow-truck will probably take ages for it to arrive, so Claire decided to be a good Samaritan and pull her car to the side of the road, opened the door and hurried out in the pouring rain towards him.
'Excuse me' she said as she stopped behind him, a little crouched, trying to battle the rain and the cold that threatened to shake her bones apart, her arms crossed in front of her 'Do you need a ride?' she asked. What happened to "Don't talk to strangers"? she thought to herself, but that was before the guy turned around and her eyes settled on the gorgeous man staring back at her.
The sound of a woman's voice behind the 6' 2" tall man made him jump, startling him, making him hit his head against the edge of the opened hood, as he turned to look at her, cursing under his breath as the pain burned the spot he bumped…and it was like the time had suddenly froze in the temperature of the cold rainy night as green eyes locked with green eyes and thunder stroke, lightning giving colour to the dark filled skies, snapping them out of the trance they seemed to have fallen into…rain and cold long forgotten.
'Emmm…sure' he replied with a smile.
They drove in complete silence, neither of them daring to say a word, the sexual tension taking the vacant space in the car. While Claire tried with all her might to focus on the road and nothing else, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her, completely captivated by the beautiful kind hearted woman next to him and her beauty. It might also have something to do with the fact that he was slightly drunk, the scent of tequila hitting her as he spoke. She could feel his eyes on her, heating her up, and suddenly she was not cold anymore, and Claire was tempted to open up her window but decided to keep her fingers tight around the steering wheel instead. When all of a sudden she was aware of him turning the volume of the radio to a song which was too much of a coincidence to be playing at that exact moment.
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to
So we found this hotel…
She almost froze as she listened to the lyrics, her lips parted slightly and her breath was starting to come out in pants. He watched her swallow hard, stretching her fingers on the steering wheel when suddenly the rain picked up drastically and it was no longer safe to be on the road, especially with the sudden unexpected tension in the car.
'Maybe we should stop at the first hotel' he suggested and Claire swallowed hard, as the song kept on playing and he kept on humming the tune. Knowing that he was right and that it was the wisest idea, Claire stopped at the first hotel they came across as thunder kept on roaring and lightning kept on striking, they got out of the car and ran towards the entrance of the hotel, filled with creamy walls and brown carpets, furnishings that were too old for their tastes, it would have to do for the night.
The door to room 217 opened and the next thing she knew, she heard the door slam shut and he was grabbing her arm turning her around and crushing his lips hard against hers, both hands cupping her face. He tasted like tequila and smelled like perfume despite the scent of faint cigarettes smokes probably from where he had been drinking but he also smelled like something that was probably him.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers sliding in his wet dark hair, deepening the kiss as a moan escaped her mouth and her breasts pressed against his chest as he pulled her into him, both hands suddenly on her back…and when did they get there? The last time she was aware they were holding her face.
Her jumper started coming off and all of a sudden she was standing in front of him in just her jeans and nothing else, as apparently even her bra was off and Claire had no idea when that happened. Damn he worked fast, she couldn't seem to keep up with him…and what was she doing in a hotel room with a stranger – granted a very handsome and breath-taking man, but still a stranger – and especially when she was a married woman. When did Claire Dearing become this woman? When did Claire Dearing become the kind of woman who would cheat on her husband so willingly?
A moan escaped her mouth snapping her out of the unwanted thoughts, realizing his mouth was suddenly sucking on one of her nipples and her hands were around his head, holding him in place, her head falling back, enjoying the pleasure he was giving her, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her skin, sending chills down her spine. Again…when did this happen? Something at the back of her head started telling her to put her head in the game, instead of telling her to run out of the damn room and back to her husband who was waiting for her at their home. Instead, Claire grabbed his face in her hands and crushed her lips hard against his, and then he was lifting her up, her legs still wrapped in the wet dark denim, settled around his waist as he carried them to the bed. They fell down, Claire hitting the sheets first, and he fell right on top of her, his tongue still devouring her glorious mouth, as he pressed his body against hers.
She grabbed his wet t-shirt and pulled it off him while he started working on her jeans. Both getting quickly rid of the offending soaked materials still covering their bodies, they pushed them aside and went back to tongues dancing. Her hands were now on his broad bare back and she could feel his erection teasing her against her stomach…and now his lips were at the crook of her neck and damn that felt so good…so fucking good. His hand was on her breast again as she watched him going down, further down hovering just above her centre, and Claire almost screamed at him to touch her. This has never happened before…not even with her husband. It was like he has lit something in her that she couldn't seem to control. Somewhere inside of her, this marvellous man has lit a flame, and Claire had no idea how she was going to turn it off before it evolves in a wild fire and then there would be no turning back, and it almost seemed like he didn't want that fire to spread, when two of his fingers slid inside of her and Claire whimpered and arched her back, fisting the sheets under her.
'Oh God' she whispered feeling his fingers pumping into her hard and fast, and his tongue was suddenly flicking her bead. If he kept going at this rate she was not going to last…and she didn't. The moment his third finger joined, she came loud and hard. She heard him curse under his breath and then he was assaulting her core with his tongue again and Claire screamed, her upper body pulling up from the sheets and slamming back down while her hands held onto his head between her legs, and another orgasm quickly tore through her body again, and he stood there, drinking her nectar and bloody hell who was this man?!
She pulled him up then, watching him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, just before Claire claimed his mouth, turning them around so that she was now straddling him. Her hands caressing the sides of his face, feeling his stubble massage the palms of her hands, she kissed him hard and passionately, feeling his arms wrap around her back, his hands flat against her back making her shiver. She let go of his mouth then and started trailing kisses down his neck, down his chest, feeling his sculpted abs under her palms. She stopped there kissing each ab, as he watched her, his eyes big and dark, his hand now on the back of her head, his fingers vanishing in her red hair.
He could feel the tip of her fingers tease the belt area just above his manhood, her breath hot on him, and he closed his eyes waiting…and then he felt her fingers wrap around him and he groaned appreciatively as he watched her work on him, and when she took him in her mouth, he hissed and fisted her hair and Claire didn't flinch one bit instead she picked up her pace, sucking him faster and harder.
'Jesus woman' he growled.
He could feel her twirl her tongue around him, flick it against his tip and then she was sucking him again, her hand moving up and down his length, and when he felt like it was starting to become to much and he was getting near to shooting his load, he pulled her away from, hoisted her up, claimed her mouth and sat her down on him. He felt her whimper against him, his mouth swallowing her moans as he filled her in one hard thrust. Their kisses becoming more intense as she rocked her hips, feeling him inside of her, her arms wrapped around his neck, her long thin digits slipping in and out of his hair while he pulled her closer to him making sure there is absolutely no space between the two of them, her breasts utterly flat against his muscled chest. Claire could feel herself reaching the end again, and the way her breath was suddenly coming out in short pants must have alarmed him, as he pushed her onto her back.
'May I?' he asked and Claire nodded and with that, he started hammering inside of her, his balls slamming against her, his tongue never leaving her mouth until he was emptying himself in her and Claire was screaming the hotel down once again that night.
We made magic that night. Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily
And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note
I told him I am the flower you are the seed
We walked in the garden we planted a tree