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Chapter 11: Claire
"If we are going to do this, I need you to tell me when it's too much, ok?" his eyes were intently locked on me.
I nodded silently, unable to form words.
His hand moved to my neck where he had kissed and sucked, feeling my rapid pulse beating under his fingers. "Don't be scared, baby," he murmured.
It took me a moment to acknowledge that I actually was. I had no idea what I was even doing. Ok, well, I had an idea. But not that I had ever put it to practice.
He pulled away from me, sitting up on his knees. He wiggled his finger in a come hither motion for me to do the same. The electricity was buzzing over my skin again, a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling in my stomach. I sat up off the pillows, his hands gliding down my sides causing me to squirm.
"Arms up," he instructed, clasping my shirt in his hands.
I did as I was told and I felt the cool air hit my stomach and chest as he tossed my shirt onto the floor.
"Oh, baby," he sighed gently, wrapping his arms around me. His warm skin combatted the goosebumps forming over my torso. I noticed for the first time as he hugged me to his chest I really smelled him. I pressed my lips against his chest, taking in the woodsy scent. I felt his chest rise and fall as he let out a relaxed breath under my kiss.
He leaned back, giving me access to his body, my hands finding his stomach and tracing their way down. I kissed my way down his sternum, between his pecs, and to the top of his stomach before he stopped me, grabbing my hands.
He had a smirk on his face, "Uh-uh," he shook his head. "It's not your turn yet," he kissed my hands.
Unable to take my eyes off him, I fell back on the bed, laying on the pillows. The smirk on his lips lingered as he crawled on top of me, teasing my skin with his warmth. Without saying a word he leaned his head low, kissing the top of my right breast.
The electricity in my body surged, my back arching and my toes clenching under the power of his lips. I must have made some kind of noise because he peeked up at me with a wide smile. He kissed the same spot again, this time sucking on it lightly. My breath came in unevenly as I felt his free hand cup my other breast, his thumb running over the top of it.
"Quil," I gasped for air.
"You're right," he mumbled against my chest. His hands slid underneath my back as I arched, his lips attaching themselves to my collarbone until we both heard a soft pop of the clasp unhooking, and I felt air rush against my bare breasts.
"Oh, Claire," he sighed heavily.
I felt the heat rising in my cheeks in embarrassment. Part of me wanted him to touch and kiss me there more, the other wanted to hide under the bed.
"Baby, you are perfect," he whispered as he took them in his hands, squeezing softly. "Oh, god, Claire," using his hands to knead them he kissed the spot directly in between them. "You are so beautiful," his voice tickled my skin.
I wanted to cry tears of happiness. His hands alternated squeezing and massaging them before his lips moved from my sternum to capture my nipple.
I cried out, my back arching again. He moaned against my skin as he sucked on it, running his tongue around the tip of it teasingly.
I was putty in his arms. I melted under his touch and his lips, I wanted more. He switched breasts, capturing the other, this time biting it lightly. I whined again, his thumb rolling the first nipple around and around again.
The electricity raging over my body had accumulated between my legs. Each time he tugged or sucked on my nipple it pulsed, over and over, my knees squeezing together. It felt as if he was the only way I was able to breathe. I ran my fingers through his hair as he switched again, kissing and nipping again.
"Quil," I moaned his name again, my head falling back against the pillows in pure delight.
At this, he captured my breasts in his hands and paused, reading my face. His loving eyes seemed to brighten as a smile grew across his lips. He sat up again, the wetness on my nipples causing them to perk up against the cool air.
His smile turned into a smirk as he ran his hands down my thighs, goosebumps following his touch. He bent over to kiss my knee, then just above that, and before I could register what happened he began kissing the waistband of my shorts softly, the electricity under my panties surging.
"MMMmm!" I squealed, my hips bucking in response.
He chuckled, pleased with himself. He kissed there again as his fingers found the button and zipper, undoing them softly.
"Mmm," I heard him groan in the back of his throat as he kissed again, training a bit deeper as the shorts gave way. With a swift tug, he pulled them down to my knees, the electricity pulsating steadily between my folds.
I noticed now my heart had started pounding faster in my chest. Every detail around us had faded into the background, my brain only able to keep him in focus. He tossed my shorts off the bed and moved down to my feet. Until now, my knees had been locked inward, trying to contain the electric pulses. But he situated himself right between my ankles, his hands wrapping around my knees, his thumbs rubbing them lovingly.
I could see that even he was struggling to keep his composure as he looked at me one last time. "Are you ok?" he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I nodded because I knew if I tried to speak it would come out as a whimper. His eyes lingered on mine, exhaling as he nodded, pulling my legs apart. As he did, he kept his hands under my knees and tugged roughly on me, a squeal escaping my lips as he pulled my body closer to him.
The electricity made my legs quiver as Quil leaned down between my legs, breathing heavily. "God," he mumbled. "You smell is intoxicating." His hands ran down my thighs as his lips met the top of my panties. My hips bucked against him, riding the pulsing under my panties.
"Quil," I whined, my hands clenching my hair in frustration.
"Mm," he hummed against the waistband of my panties, "I don't want to rush." To drive it home he looked up at me as he planted a kiss directly over the source of the electricity.
"MMMMMmf!" I muffled a moan, my legs squeezing against him.
I expected him to chuckle or laugh at how I reacted. Instead, he looked as if he was stalking prey, his eyes staring intently at me.
"I'm sorry," he finally murmured, not taking his eyes away from me.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Wha-"
There was suddenly a tug on my waistband followed by a ripping sound.
"Quil-" I gasped.
"Sorry, baby," he grunted and tore the rest of my panties. He pulled the lifeless fabric out from between my legs, his breath coming to him faster, almost as if he was going to phase. He lay down between my thighs as I felt my pulse racing with nerves.
I instinctively tried to close my legs, the blush returning to my face.
"Hey," my gentle Quil returned, catching my attention. "You don't need to hide from me," he reassured, rubbing his large hands against the outside of my thighs. "You are perfect, Claire," he murmured softly.
My legs relaxed and gave in to his touch, letting his hand spread them wider. The cool air collided with the warmth and I gasped at the sensation.
"Mm," he groaned as he kissed the top of my slit, my stomach writing in knots. His arms wrapped around my thighs, holding on tight to my hips as his tongue slid down, parting my lips.
My breath hitched, hanging in the back of my throat as I felt his tongue swirl around my swollen clit. Quivering, my legs pulled against his hands which forced them back with ease. The electricity pulsed with pleasure, a moan emerging with my exhale.
"God, you're so perfect," he murmured before switching rotations on my clit. My hips bucked in pleasure, my hands grabbing at the blankets trying to ground myself.
"Q- Quil," I stammered.
"Does that feel good, baby?" he whispered as his fingertips replaced his tongue.
I nodded, speechless. My eyes rolled back into my head as I pressed back against the bed.
"You are so," he paused, leaning down to run his tongue up my middle, causing a shiver to jolt up my spine. "Delicious," his breath tickled my damp skin.
"Quil," I managed to get out, my eyes finally opening. "Please," I requested.
"Please, what?" he teased, his fingers gliding smoothly down from my clit to tease my pulsing opening.
"Please," I whined.
"Oh, baby, look at you squirm," he smiled, pushing a singular finger into my warmth. "Oh, god," he moaned.
I bit my lip and groaned, my hips bucking against his hand. "PLEASE!" I whimpered.
He nodded, his eyes watching my body's every move. As he pulled his hand back and readied to slide it back in, he added another finger and plunged them deeper into my pussy.
"Ohh!" I exclaimed, my hips trembling as my center exploded in pleasure.
I heard Quil sigh loudly, his fingers beginning to pump in and out of me steadily, my juices coating his hand.
The electricity that once pulsed through my body now radiated through my pelvis as I bucked my hips back against his hand. "Quil- I-" I stammered.
"Yes, baby," he responded, picking up the pace.
"Quil-" I tried again, my back arching.
"Oh, Claire," he breathed, planting a kiss on my clit causing my thighs to twitch.
"Quil," I groaned loudly, grabbing his head in my hands. "I need you," I insisted. "Please, Quil, I need you inside of me," I gasped for air, my insides quivering around his fingers.
He blinked, registering what I had said. Without saying a word he removed his fingers, my walls caving in where his fingers took up space. As he sat up onto his knees, I was able to visibly notice the large bulge pushing against his shorts.
Standing off the bed, his fingers lingered on his pants button, his eyes staring at me with concern.
"It's ok, Quil," I sat up on my elbows. "I'm not scared."
I saw his jaw clench before he unzipped his pants, shoving them to the floor. My mouth dried as I observed his cock for the first time. All of the endowed jokes at the bonfires and pack hangouts suddenly made sense. All of my bravery suddenly fled to the pit of my stomach, and I understood why Kim ended up in the hospital.
Quil noticed my change in breathing and shook his head. "We don't have to-"
"I'm ready, Quil," I interjected. Even though I was intimidated, I still craved to feel him fill me. "Please," I begged.
He nodded with absolution and opened the drawer in the nightstand, digging in it to retrieve a foil packet.
As I heard him rustle with it I stared up at the ceiling, my breath coming into my lungs steadily. I wanted to think consciously, be able to hype myself up for what I've been waiting for. But all I could think about was how his fingers felt, sliding into me. How his tongue made my muscles quiver. How his hands caressed my skin.
The mattress shifted as he mounted me, his legs sliding between mine. I heard my heart pounding in my ears as I grasped his arm for support. His other hand cupped my face as he hovered above me.
"I'm going to take things slow, ok?" He reassured, looking deep into my eyes. His thumb rubbed my cheekbone as he reiterated, "I want- I need you to tell me when it's too much."
I nodded, my stomach clenching as I felt the tip of his penis rub against my awaiting entrance.
He kissed my forehead and used his free hand to guide his cock as it slid in, my breath hitching as I squeezed his arm.
"I know, I know, baby," he whispered as I pushed my face into the crook of his neck. "I'll go slow," he repeated.
He didn't move for a moment while my muscles relaxed. Once he felt I had loosened my grip on him, he slid in further, my insides stretching again.
"Mmm," I whimpered, squeezing him again.
This time I didn't hear his words of comfort. Instead, I heard air hiss out of his lips. "Oh, god," he muttered into my hair.
He took another breath and pushed in deeper. It felt like it would never end as if the only way for him to fit would be to rip me in half. I could finally feel his hips against mine as he froze for what felt like minutes. The searing pain receded as I used my breath to calm my lower half.
"Are you ok?" he murmured.
I nodded, my lower lip wedged between my teeth. Please tell me it gets better, my conscious groaned at me.
"I'll be gentle," he reassured.
I grasped his arms, steadying myself before he inhaled deeply and slid out of me slowly, a gasp emitting from my lips.
He wasn't wrong, every inch that he moved backward, forward, his eyes constantly registered my every expression. He was true to his word as he lovingly kissed my shoulder and the crook of my neck as his hips softly rocked back in forth.
Each time his penis slid into me again and again I felt less and less pain. My hips fully relaxed, opening wider as his rocking became rhythmic.
"Quil," I whimpered.
His head pulled back to examine my face, "I'm sorry-"
"No, no," I stopped him in between my breaths. "Please," I spread my legs wider. "Faster," I begged.
He blinked, registering what I had asked.
"Please, Quil," I gasped, rocking my hips softly against his.
I heard his breath change, he didn't sound like he was holding back anymore. His eyes darkened as he picked up the pace, more steadily thrusting in and out of me.
The pain that had caused my body to tighten completely disappeared and gave way to my moans in pleasure as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Quil groaned into my ear, his hand running into my hair while the other traced down my hip and pulled my knee up to his waist.
"Oh, god, Quil," I moaned.
My hips began meeting his in the middle, wanting to feel him deeper inside of me. I kissed and bit into the crook of his neck, feeling his pulse beat against the bridge of my nose.
"Claire-" he stammered, sucking my neck.
I kept meeting his thrusts, my hitched leg wrapping around his.
"Claire-" he hissed, the air tickling my skin.
I wrapped my other leg around him, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. "It feels so good," I whined, feeling my juices dripping as he pumped in and out. "Please don't stop!"
A low growl ripped through his chest as he gave me what I wanted. His arm that wrapped around me pulled me into his thrusts, his cock slamming deep into me repeatedly.
"Oh, Quil, mm," I cried, my legs quivvering.
"Yes, baby," he grunted in between breaths.
"Quil I-" my hips kept bucking, feeling the pressure building inside me.
"Oh, god, baby girl," he moaned as he kissed my shoulder.
"Don't stop!" I declared, arching my back into him.
He growled again at this, goosebumps flooding over my neck.
"Quil, please," I pleaded. "I want to cum!"
His pace quickened now. Each time his cock slammed into me his breath hitched, our bodies rocking with each thrust. His hand that rested on my thigh now moved between my legs and rolled circles on my clit.
My body exploded into a million pieces. It started deep inside my pussy and flooded through my limbs to my fingertips and toes. I screamed out Quil's name, my body squirming underneath his body.
"Oh, fuck, baby girl!" Quil exclaimed as my walls clamped around his cock. He thrusted a few more times before slowing to a stop, pressing into me. His forehead pressed against my neck, beads of sweat rolling onto my collarbone.
Time slowed to a stop, everything around us disappeared. Gravity meant nothing anymore. It was as if our pulses matched pace, our breaths synched as we held onto each other, trying to ground ourselves as we came down from the high.
I didn't want to move. I wanted us to stay like that, intertwined, interlaced, connected. I wondered if that was what imprinting was like: he was the only thing keeping me to this earth, the only reason I wanted to be here. If being normal meant that I didn't get to feel this anymore, I didn't want any part of it.