Chapter title inspired by "This Year's Love" by David Gray
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Claire's hand shook as she unlocked her front door. She felt Jim's arms encircle her as his hand steadied hers. She knew it was a reminder of something far greater than the opening of her front door. He would keep her safe the whole night and every night after, if she'd let him. She just had to have faith.
"Got it, there, kiddo?" he asked her huskily.
Claire nodded as the door swung open to reveal her tiny apartment, the only light the cozy glow of the string lights she kept hung in the balcony window. The living area smelled faintly of the frosted cranberry candle she'd burned the night before mixed with the telltale signs of Indian takeout. It wasn't the most pleasant combo, but she hoped Jim might find it endearing.
She soon realized he probably hadn't had time to register the smells at all. The minute the door clicked behind them he'd whisked her into his arms in a full body slam against him, his mouth closing over hers in a hungry series of breathy, wet smacking sounds. Jim secured both sides of her head, fingertips in her hair, palms sealed to her cheeks. Claire's brain was positively humming, her hands gripping the thick wool of his winter tux, in no hurry to take it off. She felt she could go on for hours like this, just enjoying the passion behind his kiss.
For Jim's part, he just concentrated on gripping her as tightly as he could, keeping her from finding another reason to flee. She tasted like Chardonnay, the party's tiny berry tartlets, and love— like this incredible crushing feeling in his heart came alive on his tongue. They'd kissed as Jim and Claire before, of course, but this time it was going somewhere. Jim reached down to curve an arm beneath her knees and swept her off the floor. He finally broke their kiss, gazing down at her with a grin.
"I have no idea where I'm going, but I'll just keep carrying you until I find a bed."
"It's only 700 square feet— you'll get there eventually," Claire murmured, her fingertips raking the bottom of his hairline where she held onto his neck. He heard her high heels bounce onto the floor as she kicked them off.
The apartment was still cast only in moonlight, and Jim moved to an angled doorway across from the front door. He looked at the cozy little room in the city lights from the window. Its queen sized bed took up the majority of the room and was covered in thick, furry gray blankets and large sunny pillows. A sheer, silver lace curtain hung at an angle from the ceiling. It draped the vine-like gold metal bed, which featured actual green vines growing in the window box behind it. The room was beautiful and comforting with a bit of mystery, just like Claire herself.
Jim's hand was still secured beneath her, feeling the textured lace of her white dress overtop the fleshy curve of her behind. He massaged it and returned to kissing her as he lowered them both onto her bed, covering her body with his own immediately. His glasses rose and fell a bit with each turn of his head into hers, so he ripped them off and let them fall onto the floor. A gentle wave of Claire's perfume drifted between his nose, and he nuzzled her neck to breathe in a deeper whiff.
"Oh, Jim," she whispered when his mustache scratched her neck.
He laughed a little against her skin. "Do you like that, little girl?"
"Mmm, yes, Jim. Do it all over."
Jim cradled her to his chest so he could access her back and loosen the dainty zipper, lowering the sheer lace with its nude lining down her shoulders. She wore no bra beneath, only small petals covering her nipples. Jim cast those aside quickly in order to follow her command, allowing his mouth to travel down her chest with exaggerated strokes of his bristles against her delicate skin. Claire moaned and writhed beneath him as she only had in his dreams up to this point, each of her reactions causing the tent in his fitted black pants to push tighter against her white lace. His tongue splayed flat over a soft, pink nipple, feeling each tiny pebble firm up beneath it. That micro-sensation caused Jim to groan and open his mouth wide in an attempt to suck as much of her luscious breast into his mouth as he could.
"Yes... yes!" Claire whimpered, clutching his head to her tightly. Her clit was leaping between her thighs at his targeted suckling. "Please touch me, Jim," she begged, squirming a little in an attempt to finish the removal of her dress.
"I intend to— all night, and nonstop for the next two days," Jim replied, helping her slide the clingy fabric down the swell of her hips and whisking it into a puddle somewhere in the vicinity of his glasses. Claire was left in a barely-there beige thong, the outline of which Jim traced teasingly with one finger while he continued mustache-tickles down her stomach. He hadn't viewed her naked body fully like this since their second night together, and it was a sight to behold. He felt her shiver against him, and his brain fired ecstatic pulses at the fact that he held this power over her.
"Do you want my hand lower?" he teased her with a whisper, enjoying every slow, agonizing minute. His head hovered over her navel, eyes raised to watch the look of desperation contorting the angelic features of her face.
"Yes, please," Claire whispered, her picture-perfect hips arching in an attempt to position his fingertips. Jim chuckled and allowed just the tops of them to slide beneath the soft, thin fabric of her panties, massaging torturously far from where he knew she wanted. He hoisted himself upward to return kisses to her neck, sucking the skin below her ear.
"Mmmm," she whimpered, forcefully grasping his hand this time to guide him to her soaking wet mound. "I've been like this for you all night, Jim. Please don't make me wait any longer."
"I won't make you wait, sweet girl," he whispered. "No one's in charge tonight... let's just give each other what we need."
Claire nodded vehemently, taking the liberty of pushing off his heavy jacket and untying the satin bow around his neck. She busied her hands fiddling with his silver cuff links next, allowing her conscious thought to divide between the task and the incredible burn from his fingers drifting through her folds. His thumb rested on her swollen nub, and the pads of his middle and forefinger ghosted her wet opening, swirling and teasing the concentrated nerves there.
"Yes, Jim, fuck me with your fingers, please," she gasped. She opened her palm and released the cuff links onto her bedside table with a clink before embracing him and gripping the fine white cotton on his back. She tugged it upward to remove it from the tailored waistline of his sleek tuxedo pants. Her fingers found the warm skin of his back beneath it and dug in for her ride on his dexterous hand. He'd become so much more adept and confident since that first time he'd touched her months ago in the club, somehow seeming to know every one of her nerve endings and how to bring them together to build her perfect climax.
"Mmmm... you've been doing your homework, Jim Gordon," she praised him.
"Do you know what I'm going to give you?" Jim murmured in her ear.
Claire shook her head, words failing her. He'd secured two fingers together and curved them in a perfect fit along her front wall, massaging in sensuous circles that literally sent her eyes rolling. She was so turned on she was already picturing what it would feel like for him to add a third.
"Your perfect first time," he answered.
"Yes," she panted. "Jim and Claire's first time."
"Your perfect first time," he repeated. "A do-over. With someone who loves you."
Claire felt that familiar wall in her brain trying to throw itself up. She hadn't hated her real first time— somehow Jim must have gotten it in his mind that she did— from hints dropped by her and her friends. It had been unconventional and scary, but unbelievably thrilling. Still, there had been no shred of love. And any semblance of love that came on the scene later was tainted by a possessive anger and a volatility that made security and safety impossible. So in a way, what Jim was offering was something she truly needed, wasn't it?
"I love you, Claire," Jim said again, his voice steady. He raised a bit to look her in the eye, cooling her with the softest blue. His hand still worked gentle magic between them, more tender than sexual in spite of its placement.
"I love you too, Jim," she whispered. She felt a hot tear pool in the corner of her eye, and she felt ridiculous as she tried to blink it back. His lips came to her temple and erased it, forcing her still. The pace of his fingers increased, his thumb gliding across her swollen clit easily in the arousal that now seemed to pour from her. Claire resumed a tight grip on his back, her whole body tensing with the pressure building in her center. He slid in the third finger slowly then resumed his rhythm.
"Ohhhh... yes... right there," she encouraged him, his movements on her front wall seeming to beckon something right out of her.
"Let it go, Claire... come for me," Jim coaxed her. He didn't kiss her, choosing instead to watch all of the micro movements of her face and how they communicated her coming undone when words failed.
"Ohhhh, oh god, Jim... it's so good... you're so good...yes, yesss!" Jim felt Claire's legs straighten and tighten as she ground down on his hand. She was so wet. His heart swelled with pride that he could get her that way, and as her orgasm ripped through her, he felt a new gush all over his fingers.
"How about that?" he marveled with a smile, kissing her fluttering eyelids as she came down. "That's number one," he added when she finally opened her eyes to meet his gaze.
"We're counting?" she asked with a laugh.
Jim threw himself back on the pillow and grinned. "Yep. Google what the world record is for orgasms in 48 hours. Maybe we can beat it."
Claire recovered with a deep breath and leapt up, returning to her living room for her purse. She came back with her new phone and promptly searched, calling him on his dare.
"134 for a female — in one hour," she announced.
Jim's face drained. "Damn. I suck. At that rate I need to be working on the next one right now." He grabbed her arm and tugged her back to fall on top of him.
Claire giggled. "You're such a perfectionist. Sixteen in one hour for a male. Looks like I need to get to work too." She thumbed the large button holding the tab of his trousers closed before allowing her hand to enjoy the fine textured wool and how it strained so tightly over his patient, undoubtedly aching erection. There was nothing as sexy as a tailored tux on a man, especially her man. Now that they'd confessed their love for each other, all she wanted to do was kiss him. So she did— her tongue sliding into his mouth, which was hanging open after her brief attentions to his bulge. She nuzzled her upper lip against his mustache, reveling in the burning tickle.
Jim felt her slender fingers dance over his shirt buttons, her hand massaging his chest and belly once she uncovered them. He shrugged the starched cotton down his arms before quickly returning her naked body into his embrace. His cock was twitching rhythmically with the swirls of her sweet tongue inside his mouth, his body filled with anticipation like he'd truly convinced himself it was their first time. Jim just hoped he could last a bit better than a first timer.
"Mmm, let's get you out of these tight pants," said Claire, squeezing her way up his thighs before slipping his zipper down. Jim felt the blood rush to his cock, and it sprang from his fly the moment she slid the wool trousers down and tossed them across the room. Her right hand closed over him mid-shaft, gently pumping upward until the tops of her thumb and index finger grazed the ring around his tip. Jim threw his head back as she squeezed and repeated the motion, her other hand cupping his balls and twisting them just as he'd shown her he liked that very first night in the club.
He'd never dreamed back then that the woman would still be with him months later, having just told him she loved him while toying with him in her warm, luxuriously textured bed. Jim loved the cool silk of the dark gray sheets and the woven ribbing of the yellow pillows, her favorite color. He'd never slept in a bed with faux fur blankets, and Claire had two— one with more of a shag texture and one a more smooth chenille. She slept on a foam mattress— definitely newfangled for a guy who'd always dozed on an innerspring— but he liked how it curved around his shape and held him in place while she had her way with him.
"Mmmm... oh, Claire... holy hell..."
Claire smiled as she watched Jim's open-mouthed, panted groans. He always acted like anything she did to him would either send him straight to heaven with pleasure or straight to heaven from a stroke. She felt her own clit come back alive with desire, her earlier orgasm having emanated from much deeper and still leaving her quivering bud ready for more. Eagerly, she slung her right leg over to straddle his narrow hips and felt his rigid member slide right into place with no positioning— her perfect fit.
"Hmm, you're pretty skilled for your first time," Jim teased her, leaning up to lick her earlobe as she leaned forward and locked her chest to his. "But I can still teach you a few things."
He locked his thighs beneath her bottom and propelled himself over, now trapping her beneath him, their bodies still joined. Claire felt him begin a wave of thrusts, surging and receding, his one arm a fulcrum on the mattress and his other beneath her back and holding her in place. Her legs curled around his as her hands slid down the rippling muscles of his back to grab his ass.
"Kiss me, Jim," she begged, and he slowed his thrusts to grant her wish, his body lowering to hers. Claire helped him set a new pace of gentle gyrations into one another, pushing him slightly on his side. Jim's strong arms curved around her now, and his tongue licked the sides of hers. He began nipping at her chin again next, just like that night in Cleveland when she'd thought he might eat her face and she hadn't even cared. She was so wet that his every move in and out was effortless— his long, stiff cock the only one she knew she'd ever need again. His one hand released her so he could rub between their bodies, ensuring her next orgasm was imminent.
"Oh, Jim... you're so good... you're in me so deep," she gasped, her fingers coming up to grip his hair.
"Mmmm," he growled. "Pull my hair, baby— spank me— make it hurt."
Claire giggled and followed his instructions, yanking a fistful of his soft brown hair to become the handle by which she held on, while her other hand landed a resolute smack to the tight muscle flexing with his thrusts in and out of her.
"Again," Jim commanded, his breath hot over her ear. Claire obliged, rewarded with his satisfied groan. She took the initiative of repeating several times before he rolled onto his back, bringing her back on top. She loved that with all their maneuvering, they never fell apart.
"My turn," he declared, and his hand landed a playful smack on her ass this time, causing her to wiggle wildly on top of him.
"What was this move?" Jim continued, gathering her curls where they had gradually fallen out of the party's braided updo. He gave them a slight tug, and Claire let out a moan of combined pain and delight. Her commissioner responded with another light smack, which sent a thrilling tickle radiating through her pelvis. She found herself craving more... wishing for him to be rough with her. Maybe in the club...
"A mutual friend told me you're okay with having your pussy smacked," he whispered. "Is that true, kiddo?"
Claire shuddered with excitement. "Yes... please."
Jim pushed her off with so much force she landed on her back into the pile of pillows, her legs falling open in anticipation. He wasted no time landing his palm against her wet slit, causing the most delicious sound.
"Oh, god, Jim! If you keep it up I'm going to cum just from that," Claire groaned.
"How many does it take?" he mused, and he began counting as he continued spanking her pussy, varying the force behind the smacks as well as the timing. Jim's hand began to tingle, but Claire's unbridled moans of his name were enough to keep him going.
"Jim... I'm gonna cum soon... please fuck me!" she cried, gripping his cock tightly in her fist. He was already barely hanging on, his length pulsating and dripping from such prolonged stimulation without release. When he felt her desperate grip he almost fired his load right then, but he managed to steel himself long enough to slide back inside her soaking wet cunt, feeling those velvet walls squeeze around him as Claire arched up and began bucking her hips in search of her climax.
Jim felt her nails dig into his shoulders, and his nose drifted into her hair, picking up the herbal notes of her shampoo mixed with the Asian florals of her perfume. It was his favorite smell in the world, and he married it with his favorite feeling in the world, his left hand coming up to knead her breast as he allowed himself to spill over the edge. It was amazing not to have to hold his orgasm back while he waited for a directive. Just letting it happen felt so... normal... and Jim's mind blissed out on that fact, knowing he was finally climaxing with Claire... because he loved her... and not because it was prescribed by some role.
Claire was still climbing, rising closer and closer to her own edge when she felt Jim shudder and heard his guttural moan. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the powerful contractions of his cock and the subtle warm release filling her, increasing her pace with the added lubricant. Feeling her partner's orgasm always thrilled her and triggered her own. Jim caught her mouth and kissed her hard, returning to his previous pace until he assured her pleasure.
"Jim... ohhhhh... Jim... I love you!" Claire cried, squirming wildly beneath him.
Jim's heart felt like it was going to leap right out of his chest. He felt himself being thrown over onto his back once again, Claire driving onto him with so much force it almost hurt. Even though he had reached his own peak, he was still hard enough for her to ride, a fact which caused a satisfied smirk to cover his face while he watched her completely lose control. She was desperately pressing her clit onto his pelvis, bearing down, her shoulder nearly cutting off his air supply as she gripped him and propelled her body forward. Her voice was a series of breathy screams when he felt her walls flutter around his half spent member. Claire rode every wave, never letting up, her fists grabbing the pillow on either side of him to give her the force she needed to bear down.
"God, I love to watch you come undone like that," Jim marveled when her sweaty body finally stilled. "It's embarrassing to admit, but I never knew a woman could experience pleasure like that until I met you. It's so fucking hot."
He caressed her back and squeezed her bum, waiting for her breath to calm down. His fingers dipped into their combined release then teased at her back entrance, and he felt her squirm.
"Is that a happy squirm or a scared one?" he teased.
"Happy," Claire sighed. "I feel like I'm insatiable, like I'd let you take me a thousand times, any way you wanted."
"Mmm. Good. Because I've had fantasies of taking this little hole ever since Grace taught me the possibilities." Jim's voice was husky, possessed. Claire loved seeing him so free and so turned on.
"As soon as you're ready again, Commissioner," she consented eagerly.
Jim's pulse pounded in his own ears, and he cursed recovery time. "You got any toys?" he asked her, eyebrows raised. "Something to hold you over for me until it's time?"
Claire reached down to the solitary drawer of her bedside table and rummaged around, removing a small, pink glass plug with a rose decoration at its base. Oddly enough it seemed to match the overall romantic look of her bedroom— feminine and sensual. She also took out a bottle of lube before turning onto her stomach in a seductive invitation. Jim felt himself instinctively jump to attention, but it was a false start like a sputtering motor. He'd have to be patient, but in the meantime, he'd still have fun.
Jim warmed some lube in his hand before taking the rose plug from her and moistening its bulbous tip. It looked like a plug for someone who had some experience, which was no surprise given Mistress's proclivities. He knelt behind her and pried her thighs apart before running it along her clit first and dragging it back between the perfect curvy cheeks of her ass. His fingers held her open while he swirled the head around her entrance, listening to her moan. Her sounds encouraged him as he slowly pushed it in past her tight ring, gently twisting and swishing to add extra sensation.
"Mmmmph, Jim... I can't wait for your cock," Claire groaned. "Can't wait for you to fill me up."
"I can't wait to fill you up, dirty girl," he murmured. Her hole was accepting the slender parts at the middle of the plug now, and soon it was in place— a pretty pink rosebud blooming out of her gorgeous ass. Jim never in a million years pictured doing something like this to a woman, but he shuddered with how hot a visual it was.
"Go to the top drawer of my dresser and bring me some panties," she requested. "Tight ones... the black bikinis should work."
Jim scrambled to obey her, finding a suitable pair quickly, but he took a few moments to appreciate the silky, delicate underthings laying neatly in the drawer. His thoughts drifted to his own trophy, the lacy dark blue ones he kept by his own bedside from their first night together.
Claire stood and slid the black ones on. "There," she said. "I want to go make us a snack and don't want this going anywhere." She rose onto her tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to Jim's lips, her breasts still bare above her now nylon-clad cunt. "What are you hungry for, baby boy?"
It had to be around 1 a.m. at this point. Jim wasn't much for late night snacking — it always felt naughty. But he assumed they'd be working off the extra calories over the weekend.
"I doubt you keep any of my kind of snacks in stock," Jim said with a wink, sliding back into his boxers and buttoning his discarded white shirt haphazardly. Claire licked her lips as she surveyed him.
"You look really good in my bedroom, Jim Gordon," she said with a grin. But then her face grew serious. "Did you know I've lived here since I started at the station six years ago, and you're the only other person that's ever been in this room? Well, besides Grace of course. But we never had sex here. My bed was an actual virgin until you." Claire wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a sweet kiss, then darted off to the kitchen. Jim was so happy at this news that he couldn't even respond, so he just followed... pretty sure he was the luckiest damn guy alive.