Chapter title inspired by "Love Me Do" - The Beatles

Part II of Jim and Claire's first real night together— so buckle up for more smut. But plenty of plot to come!
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Jim followed Claire into the main area of the small apartment, watching her mostly naked form stand at her fridge, legs crossed as she perused its contents. He gave himself a tour while she prepared their snack. He remembered her telling him she liked plants, and that much was evident as he counted nearly twenty between all the sections of the tiny studio. A guitar hung beside her TV on the living room wall next to a set of mounted shelves containing candles and framed art.

"Do you play?" Jim called to her, his fingers plucking the strings.

"Hmm? Oh... no," she laughed. "A friend bought it for me when I was going through a rough patch. He said I needed to distract myself with learning new things. But it wasn't my cup of tea."

"Ah, I used to play a little, in high school." Jim pulled it off the wall and settled into a very modern-looking round, woven chair on which she'd draped another shag blanket. The chair sat in front of the window where she'd hung the three strands of string lights, from which she had a spectacular view of Gotham. Again, he had to wonder how she afforded the rent on this place. Did Bruce Wayne act as some kind of benefactor to his club regulars? Surely not. But Jim still couldn't think of a delicate way to ask; instead, he began tinkering with her out-of-tune guitar, humming along as he reached into the recesses of his memory to play one of the few songs he'd learned.

Claire wiped her hands on a yellow kitchen towel and smiled, coming into the living room to join him. She was still topless and parading around in her black panties, and Jim warmed with the thought of the little rosebud plug still getting her ready for him.

"What's the song?" she asked, lying prone on her black leather sofa to watch him play. She felt sexy with the cool leather on her bare breasts and the amazing fullness of the plug in her ass.

Jim glanced at her nervously. "Don't laugh... and I'll sing."

Claire's eyes lit up. "Yes, please!"

"Love, love me do
You know I love you
I'll always be true
So please...love me do..."

Jim shrugged and set the guitar down. "That's all I know. I knew guy that played in a garage band and taught me a couple easy songs."

"That's impressive," Claire praised him. "You should take it up again now that you're not so busy. You can play me sexy love songs every night after work." Her scarlet mouth curled into a smile that made Jim nearly salivate with the need to kiss her, so he did, kneeling down on the floor in front of the sofa.

He truly was the best kisser. She never would have thought, all those years working together. Of course she'd always found him handsome, but he'd seemed so serious and consumed by work, facts and details, and a watchful anxiety. She never would have thought he could give into passion like this— lips so soft, tongue so insistent, breath so erratic.

"I owe you a snack, baby boy," she reminded him, recovering her own breath. "You need your energy for the next round."

Jim responded by pulling Claire to her feet and flush against him again, as if he physically couldn't be apart from her for more than a few seconds. His hand came around to her behind to gently fondle the glass rose through her panties.

"Just checking to make sure it's safe," he said with a wink.

Claire laughed and tugged his arm, seating him at her bistro table. She promptly swung her leg over and mounted his lap, swiveling backward a bit to dip a cracker in some herbed cream cheese before feeding it to him with a smile.

"You really are feeding me like I'm your baby boy," Jim commented slyly.

"Basically."

Not to be outdone, Jim reached behind her and snapped off a grape, slipping it between her sultry pout.

"And Daddy feeds his princess," he returned huskily, arching upward a bit into her straddled legs. Finally he could feel himself rising to the occasion again. How could he not, with a beautiful naked woman sitting on his lap feeding him? Of course Claire made a show of eating her grapes, closing her lips over Jim's fingers slowly, giving kitten licks to the grapes before swirling them around in her mouth. She oozed sex appeal like no one Jim had ever met. And she was finally his.

Claire dipped one more cracker in cream cheese and fed it to her commissioner, licking a rogue drop from the corner of his mouth. She grabbed a bottle of water and encouraged him to drink.

"Hydration, Commissioner. You're about to be a very busy boy."

She felt Jim harden between her legs and she let out a contented sigh. His recovery time was impressive for a fifty-one year old man. She was a very lucky girl.

"Back to the bedroom, Greene," Jim said abruptly, smacking her hip lightly to encourage her to stand. His stomach was dancing with nerves at the thought of what was to... come. He stood and slid his hands down her arms to grasp her wrist, securing them at the small of her back handcuff-style even though his cuffs were at home. He used his body to walk her back to the bedroom, the hard protrusion from his boxers grazing the glass bulb straining through her black lace.

"Claire," he began nervously. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I may need Teacher at first. I don't want to hurt you."

She whirled around when they reached the foot of her bed, drawing his head to hers and sealing their lips together.

"Take off my panties," she whispered, and Jim obeyed. Her left leg came around his waist, and he held her in place so she could encircle him completely. He held her in the air, supporting her by that gorgeous round ass as she gyrated against him. He could feel the plug sliding outward a little with her frenzied movements.

"Take it out," she panted.

Jim wiggled the rosebud gently until he heard a wet little 'pop.' He looked down at the clear pink glass, not really knowing what to expect. He was definitely a bit uneasy at the idea of this whole thing, but he remembered how tight Grace had felt around his finger that night and how he'd been overwhelmed with thoughts of being snug inside Claire. Jim suddenly resolved to push past his squeamishness.

"Now you'll need to lube up, of course," she reminded him, her authoritative Teacher voice indeed returning somewhat. Jim leapt eagerly back to her goody drawer, shrugged off his shirt, dropped his boxers, and grabbed the clear plastic bottle. He was just about to douse his cock when Claire giggled.

"Sorry— not quite so fast. Maybe a little foreplay first? It's always more pleasant if you're... otherwise aroused." She slid gracefully back into her nest of textured pillows, her legs pressed together in a tantalizing curve, daring him to open them.

Jim panted a little and pushed his glasses up his nose, still overwhelmed by her whenever he stepped back and thought about it. She was so beautiful he didn't even know where to begin in worshipping her, so he crawled up next to her, figuring that sweet spot on her neck was as good a place as any to start. He tongued firmly just below her ear, his lips drawing into a suction that sent a little mewl escaping Claire's mouth. His right hand steadied himself on the mattress while his left cupped her breast.

"I feel silly telling you this, but you have the most beautiful body in the whole world," he whispered, his kisses now trailing to the valley between those magnificent tits. He licked the small patch of skin between them, lifted them to encase his face for a bit, then moved from nipple to nipple with flat, determined licks.

"Why would you feel silly, Jim?" breathed Claire.

"Because I'm sure you've heard it a thousand times," he murmured, his fingers now playing lightly with the gentle folds of her stomach, his tongue sweeping her navel. Jim could smell the deliciousness of her arousal and it lit a primal fire in his brain. The pads of his fingers coaxed her legs open with soft tickles to her inner thigh, and he was met with the sight of pink perfection — folds glistening, swollen with arousal.

"A woman never gets tired of hearing that," Claire assured him. "Especially from the man she loves."

Spurred by her words, Jim delved into her slit hungrily, reveling in her silky texture and sweet taste. He knew some of his own juices combined with hers at this point, but surprisingly he didn't care. He'd waited too long to make love to her to be stopped by such technicalities.

Claire watched his head bobbing between her legs with wild abandon, his tongue taking long swipes. She reached down and gently removed his glasses again, setting them safely on her night table. The tip of his tongue swirled tightly around her nub with controlled flicks that sent lightning strikes down her legs and curled her toes.

"Ah! Jim! Oh, my god!" Claire writhed against the pillows and held his head in place, fingering his silky brown strands of hair. "You're soooo good at this," she praised him, and he peered up at her with a proud smirk before descending down her legs. His head alternated between her outer and inner thigh, making tender noises with the kisses he planted there. Jim nuzzled the crook of her knee with his nose before licking it, causing her to jump at contact with the spot she'd never really realized was so sensitive. Claire was surprised that she still had things to learn about her own body after all these years.

Jim used his hands to extend her leg and continued down her calf this time, surprising her again by grasping her foot and placing kisses along the top before massaging its pressure points, causing her eyes to roll back.

"You're spoiling me," she teased him with a happy sigh. Every once in awhile his strong fingers danced over a point on her foot that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, turning her on and opening her up for him. She was fairly confident he'd just happened upon such a phenomenon unintentionally, but it was amazing nonetheless.

"I can't help it," replied Jim. "I've never wanted someone this much in my life." He lavished attention on her other foot, pressing light kisses to the very tips of her toes while rubbing her soles. After all night dancing in high heels, it was heaven. She glanced down at where he reclined on the bed, and she saw that he did indeed want her— apparently painfully.

"Let's give you some relief then, Gordon," she responded with a grin. She crawled onto all fours seductively, her ass elevated in the air like a feline, and looked back at him with a wink. "Lube up for me, okay?"

"Yes, Teacher," Jim said hurriedly, snapping to attention. Claire loved how he was so naturally a sexual sub, even when they weren't officially playing, and even though they'd started to flirt with reversing the roles some. He seemed to thrive on the shaky uneasiness tinged with excitement that came with letting her be in control. She needed that; she recalled that night over eighteen years ago when Hans had spotted Mistress right away, even in her inexperienced, virginal self. It would always be her default, even if her love for Jim eventually made her comfortable with something more.

"What do you want me to do?" Jim asked her eagerly as soon as he'd prepped his sinfully erect appendage. Claire looked over her shoulder at its glistening perfection and felt her insides quiver in anticipation.

"Run that amazing thick tip of yours just around the ring of my asshole, baby boy. Get it nice and wet with the lube. There's a lot of nerve endings there— it feels incredible and gets me ready to take you. Maybe wet your finger too? Start with that? You can feel what it's like inside."

Jim decided not to tell her that Grace had given him a preview of that. He wasn't sure how many specifics the girls had shared with each other, but he wasn't a kiss-and-tell kind of guy— or "not kiss" in this case. Besides, exploring the woman he loved was in a whole other league than his "clinical trials." He followed her commands enthusiastically, teasing his own sensitive tip with swirls to her entrance, already giddy with the promise of tightness within that tempting little ring. He then replaced the tip of his cock with a lubed finger, allowing it to slide further, pleased with how receptive the pretty rosebud plug had made her.

"Ohhhh," Claire gasped, gripping the pillow beneath her. "So good."

"Really?" Jim marveled. He honestly had no desire to experience what he was doing to the woman for himself, ever, and he was genuinely curious as to how it could elicit such a reaction.

"Mm-hmm," she replied. "Put your cock in now, Pet."

"Yes, Teacher!" Jim scrambled into place... or what he thought was in place. He had no clue what he was doing. He gave himself a few jerks in preparation and centered himself over her entrance again, this time allowing himself to push just a bit more.

"Jesus Christ!" he muttered as his tip suddenly met with a vise grip.

"Uhhhhhh..." Claire moaned, pushing her curvy round ass back against his hips, forcing a little more of him inside of her. Jim felt the firm resistance and was scared it was too fast, but Claire seemed to know what she liked— grunting and moaning as she swiveled against him.

Jim didn't quite know what to think. Of course it was incredibly tight where her entrance hugged his cock. And her beautiful ass was a sight to behold in any situation, but especially with his own inches ever-so-slowly disappearing into its depths. But it didn't feel quite the same as being inside her warm, wet pussy or even snuggled between those sumptuous breasts. Still, if it made Claire happy, he'd be game.

"You like that, dirty girl?" Jim husked, deciding he at least liked the dominance aspect of this new kind of play. She was utterly at his mercy like this, his hands fiercely gripping her hips, cock sucked tight inside of her— her position servile and graceful on all fours.

"Mmm, yes, Jim. Rub my clit while you do it?" Her voice was playful and sexy and so innocent— Teacher now gone and his sweet, demure Claire now fully at play now that he'd figured out the game. This alone gave Jim the confidence he needed, and his hips began to mimic the rhythm she had set. Her tight ring milked him up and down with the added friction.

"Ohhhh... ugh... ahhh..." Jim moaned. It felt so dirty and forbidden that his cock came alive just from that.

"Yes, Jim..." Claire encouraged him. "You feel so big..."

Claire enjoyed this kind of sex— it felt different, always a bit taboo, and always a bit physically overwhelming with so many pleasure sensors, usually untouched, now activated by the strokes of a smooth, slick rod. With his added ministrations to her clit now, her orgasm wasn't far off.

"Rub my clit faster!" Claire panted, her hips now frenzied. Part of her felt like Jim might split her in two with that obscene tool of his; she closed her eyes and imagined what he must look like sliding in and out of her, and she envisioned how excited he must be at the view. She craned her neck to glance over her shoulder and saw his eyes fixated on the point where they joined, his mouth crooked and hanging open, nearly salivating and struggling for breath at the same time. An adorable sweat drop appeared on his forehead, the vein in the center bulging. His arm was tense and frantic with the attentions paid to her clit, his fingers scissoring the swollen bud expertly. She didn't know how or when Jim Gordon got so good at sex, but she was loving it.

"Oh... Jim... I'm so close! Please don't stop!" she cried, squeezing her eyes shut now as she concentrated on the sweet, delicious pleasure that had overtaken her entire pelvis, rendering the rest of her body at its mercy. Her arms ached from prolonged positioning on all fours, and her asshole was beginning to warn her she'd be regretting this later. But her orgasmic centers told it to shut up.

"Cum now..." Jim encouraged her, a bit of darkness creeping into his voice. He was feeling dirty as fuck. "Let that sweet ass milk my cock."

"Yessss... yes!" screamed Claire, her climax exploding on his hand, her rear walls tightening and quivering around his circumference, making her almost painfully aware of his size. She heard Jim shout behind her at the now unrelenting grip of her orgasm on his sheathed length, his sounds escalating as he surged forward then pulled back, allowing his sensitive tip to be grasped tightly by her hole as he shot his load. Claire let out another moan at the warm sensation of being filled, then she allowed her body to collapse onto the mattress, bringing Jim with her. She felt him weigh her down, his arms coming up to slide over hers and entwine their fingers. His breath was hot on her ear as he struggled to regain control of it.

"Oh my god, Jim," Claire gasped. "You're so good. I love you."

Jim gathered her blonde waves in one hand and pushed them to one shoulder before pressing soft kisses to her opposite shoulder blade. He took note of every little freckle and beauty mark on her smooth skin, wanting to memorize every detail.

"I love you, too, Claire." Jim loved how her body was pillow soft beneath him, and how a thin layer of perspiration now sealed them together. He rolled off of her gently but immediately drew her back into his arms, kissing her lips softly. His spent cock lay between them, and he reconciled himself to the fact that he would have to sleep in order to recover this time. He'd been through quite the night for an old guy like him.

Claire's fingers buried themselves in his hair, stroking his head as she returned his kisses with fervor. He'd never seen her quite so passionate when kissing him before— her face and body language in total surrender but still ignited like kissing him was the only thing she was good for in that moment. Jim still felt in awe that a woman like her could love him this much. Her fingers now drifted to stroke his ears, and he shivered with the sensitivity of that newfound spot. Every part of him seemed to come alive under her touch.

"Jim, I'm so tired," she finally said with a laugh when she pulled her lips away.

Jim brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead before pressing her into her pillow. "Sleep, baby girl. I've got you all night."

Claire's heart fluttered and shot a warmth to her toes. She didn't quite know what "got her" meant... what he was protecting her from... herself? Her previously lonely bed? The scary world outside? But she didn't care. It felt amazing, and she slipped into the most peaceful slumber of her life, snuggled at Jim's side.