New to the Neighborhood

[ms_tiff]

Claire whimpered into the kiss, arching her back as she felt Michael’s fingers trace along her spine. Her nipples tightened as her chest pressed into his, the kiss deepening as Michael’s tongue tangled with hers. Claire felt him moving them inside and then the door was solid against her back and the pair was closed off from the world and prying eyes.

Lost in the sensation of Michael’s kiss, Claire barely registered her tank top being pulled up over her head until her bare chest was pressed against the soft cotton of Michael’s shirt. The fabric teasing against her aching nipples. She pushed her body against his, her hips seeking his; needing pressure right there in that juncture between her legs.

“Fuck.” she breathed into the kiss as Michael’s fingers closed around her overly sensitive nipple, rolling the hard nipple as he deepened the kiss. With her hips flush to his, Claire could feel his arousal pressing into her. The knowledge that she had this affect on him making her wet.

Goosebumps rose on her flesh as she felt his hands trace down her body, his fingers sliding along the waist of her shorts. His lips were on her neck now, teasing the pulse that fluttered there. Her head fell back against the door as she let out a low moan as his teeth scraped teasingly against her skin.

“I want you so badly…NOW.” Michael’s voice was rough with need, his breath tickling her ear.

Claire’s hands tugged at Michael’s shirt, pulling it loose from his pants and sliding up under the fabric to feel his ab muscles flex beneath her fingers.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” She breathed, her bare chest rising and falling with labored, desperate breaths. She tugged his shirt up and over his head, her eyes sliding over his muscular body as she licked her lips. She slid her hands over that delicious body, feeling each muscle ripple at her touch. She ran her hands up over his chest, settling on his shoulders. Gently, she pushed him to his knees.

“I want your tongue on me.” She panted, desperate and aching. “I want your head buried between my legs until you make me cum so hard I can’t stand anymore.”

 

[BeachBum25]

When Claire lifted his shirt over his head, he pressed closer to her... feeling her perfect breasts and her erect nipples pushing against his chest. He loved the feel of her hands moving over his body exploring his abs and chest. When he felt her hands on his shoulders pushing him down, and heard what she wanted, Michael willingly went to his knees. Claire had said she wanted to be the one to decide what happened, so, Michael was going to let that happen.

As he slowly moved to his knees, Michael's hands moved back to Claire's breasts and caressed them firmly before he started to slowly move his hands down her body. His fingertips slowly moved over her abs, taking his time... wanting to feel her wonderful skin across her tight abs.

As his fingertips moved over her, Michael leaned in and kissed Claire's stomach. His lips encircled her bellybutton as his tongue moved on to explore it. As his fingertips moved teasingly back into the waistband of her shorts, Michael began to drag his tongue lower until it was sliding along her flesh, just above her shorts.

Michael knew what Claire wanted, and he was certainly going to give it to her. However, it didn't mean he was going to be in a hurry to do it. As far as he was concerned, Claire was his for the day.... if not longer.

Michael's tongue slid inside the waistband of Claire's shorts as his fingers moved to unbutton them. Once they were unbuttoned, Michael slowly slid the shorts down her incredibly sexy legs and helped her step out of them. His tongue moved inside the waistband of her panties... teasing as his hands moved to Claire's tight ass and caressed it firmly.

Removing her panties did not take long. Michael tore them from her body; leaving the tattered material on the floor as he leaned in and dragged his tongue flat across her silky pussy. He maneuvered himself between her legs, placing one leg over his shoulder. Once again, he dragged his tongue flat along her pussy... slowly, then finished with the tip of his tongue flicking at her clit.

His hands returned to her ass... caressing it firmly... digging his fingers into her hot flesh. The tip of Michael's tongue parted Claire's silky pussy lips and slid through her folds slowly... enjoying the nectar that cascaded over his tongue. Finding Claire's clit again, Michael's tongue slowly circled it... teasing her with his tongue before flicking her clit hard with his tongue.

He loved the way that she reacted to his treatment. He loved the way she felt in his hands. He loved everything about her.. and he wanted so much more. Sucking her clit into his mouth, Michael pulled on it with his lips while his tongue continued to heap attention on it. He wanted her first orgasm to be on his tongue. he wanted her to cum all over his face.

Michael continued to grip her fine ass. As he continued to lick, and suck on her silky pussy, he could sense that Claire was struggling to stay on her feet. He held onto her tightly. He wanted her to cum so hard. he wanted to give her that first orgasm that would keep her coming back for more.

 

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The feel of Michael’s tongue against her skin as he teased her shorts and panties down her legs, sent shivers down Claire’s spine. Goosebumps rose on every inch of flesh that Michael licked.

“Fuck.” She gasped as his tongue slid along her wet folds. Her hips bucked forward, seeking more of his touch. Her hands slid into his hair, trying to guide him where she needed him most. But Michael was diligent in his attention, moving at an agonizingly slow speed, making Claire whimper and moan with need.

He palmed her ass, holding her as steady as possible as she ground into his tongue as he licked everywhere except where she wanted it most. And then his tongue flicked against her clit and Claire’s eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Oh god!” She cried out as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive nub again, circling the point teasingly. “More.” She panted, “oh god I need more.” Her fingers tightened in his hair. Leaning back against the front door, she gave herself over to the pleasure of his tongue, releasing a string of curses and pleasured cries as her neighbor worked his magic.

Her leg began to tremble and she placed more of her weight against the door. She could feel her climax building to the point of explosion. Her pussy clenched, clit throbbing with the need to let go.

“Michael!” She cried out as her eyes rolled back and she gave herself over to the intense wave of pleasure that flowed over her.

 

[BeachBum25]

Feeling Claire begin to tremble, Michael held onto her more securely. He continued to explore her wet, silky pussy with his tongue as she gripped his hair tighter. The moans, cries and curses coming from Claire's mouth were an acknowledgement that she was definitely enjoying the attention he was giving her.

When Claire cried out his name, he moved his tongue faster still. He wanted to make sure that he got every drop of her nectar. He was determined not to miss a drop, and he also wanted to make sure that Claire's pleasure was maximized as he continued to lick her through her orgasm.

As he sensed Claire's orgasm subsiding, Michael wrapped his arms around her waist and held her body to him as he continued to kneel in front of her. He kissed her stomach as he felt Claire's breathing start to regulate. Then, he began to kiss up her body as he moved back to his feet. His lips moved over her breast, exploring them slowly... lovingly. His tongue circled each nipple slowly. He sucked each of Claire's nipples into his mouth and then let his teeth drag over it as he released it.

Kissing across her collarbone and then up to her neck, Michael's hands slide slowly up Claire's sides. His lips found Claire's as his hands moved to caress her breasts. The kiss was soft and tender to begin with, but then the desire began to be revealed in the kiss once again.

Without breaking the kiss, Michael moved his hands back to Claire's wonderful ass and lifted her up. He felt her wrap her legs around him as he turned and carried her toward the stairway. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her erect nipples poking his bare skin, Michael carried Claire up the steps to his bedroom. Once there, he gently laid her on his bed.

Looking down at Claire on his bed, his eyes wandering over her incredible body, Michael smiled at her as he undid his belt. After unbuttoning his pants and lowering them, he stood back up in only his boxerbriefs. They only lasted a moment longer than the pants, before Michael stood naked looking down at Claire.

Moving onto the bed, Michael kissed up Claire's body starting with her feet. He did not miss a single inch of her as he moved over her with his lips finally finding Claire's, again. Then, he rolled onto his back and pulled Claire over on top of him. Michael held her close to him; loving the feel of her body against his. His hands caressed her back and ass; his fingertips lightly grazing over her soft skin. Michael was in no hurry. He wanted to savor the moments he had with Claire. He wanted them both to enjoy whatever time they would have together.

His arousal was very obvious. His hardness pressed into Claire's hip as he held her body to his. He moved a little to adjust, which allowed his engorged cock to slip between Claire's legs. "Oh yessss," he moaned as his hardness pressed to her silky wetness. "I want you so badly Claire. I want to fill you. I want to stretch you. I want to please you."

 

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Claire lay back on Michael’s bed, the sensation of his sheets against her bare skin far different from that of her own sheets. She chose to ignore the guilt that pricked at her as she scooted up the bed so that she was propped against the headboard.

Hungry eyes took in Michael’s body as he began to undress. Her tongue flicked over her bottom lip as Michael lowered his pants, his boxers soon following. Claire took her time, cataloging every muscle, every inch of skin. Her eyes lingering on the massive erection jutting towards her.

Before she could look her fill, Michael crawled onto the bed, kissing his way up Claire’s body in a way that had her toes curling and her lips parted in pleasured gasps. He kissed her and Claire let her tongue delve into his mouth, tasting herself on him. She still ached for more, her body responding to every kiss and caress.

She felt his arousal pressing into her hip as he rolled them so that Claire straddled his lap. His hands on her hips, adjusting them both so that his erection slid between her wet folds, gliding along the length of her slit.

"I want you so badly Claire. I want to fill you. I want to stretch you. I want to please you."

Rolling her hips, Claire teased Michael’s cock. Getting him nice and slick with her cum.

“I want to feel you inside me.” She purred, lifting herself slightly and gripping the base of his cock. She guided him to her entrance, lowering herself just enough for the tip of his cock to enter her. “Fuck, I know that you’re going to tear me apart. So much bigger than any cock I’ve had before.” She lowered herself slowly, taking him inch by teasing inch. She could feel him stretching her with each small movement, feel him filling her more than she’d been before.

Finally, he was fully sheathed inside her and Claire couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that left her lips as she rolled her hips, feeling him.

“I’m going to ride your cock.” She leaned forward, pressing her lips to Michael’s jaw, her hips rising a couple inches. “I’m going to ride your cock until you cum inside me.” She lifted higher, higher, until just the tip of him remained inside her. “I’m going to make you cum so hard.” She purred, bringing her hips down swiftly so that he was fully sheathed once more. Claire kept up her rhythm, riding Michael’s cock faster, harder. Rolling her hips, feeling him so fully inside her.

“Fuck.” she groaned as she felt Michael’s cock hit against her g-spot. She leaned over him, her breasts swaying in his face. Her nipples hard and aching. “Fuck I’m going to come again.” She moaned as she moved faster, seeking her own orgasm as much as his.

 

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Raising his hips to Claire as she teased him, Michael moved his eyes over her wonderful body. He loved the way she moved her hips and coated his big, hard cock in her cum.

"Take your time Claire. There is no hurry." He moved his hands to Claire's hips to make sure she didn't lower herself to quickly. He did not want to hurt her. When she said he was going to tear her apart, Michael held her in place for a moment; not letting her take him any deeper... yet. Then, after a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, he allowed Claire to continue lowering herself onto him.

"Fuck, you feel so good. Such a perfect fit. Take all of me Claire. I want you to take all that you can, and I want you to cum on my hard cock.. again and again."

She moved her incredible body so well on him. "Yes Claire, make me cum in you. I want to fill you. Make me cum so hard baby." Michael moved his hips, meeting Claire's every movement and before they knew it, their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm. Michael moved his hips up to Claire every time she lowered herself onto his throbbing shaft.

When Claire leaned over him, Michael leaned up and kissed her swaying breasts. Catching an erect nipple with his lips, Michael sucked it into his mouth, letting his teeth graze over it before flicking it with his tongue. Before releasing the nipple, he let his teeth scrape lightly over it again, before moving his mouth to the other nipple.

He heard Claire say that she was going to cum again, and Michael began to thrust a little harder. He wanted them to cum together. Nothing would be more perfect than their mutual orgasm, and Michael was focusing on Claire's pleasure. "Yes, Claire. Cum on me. I want you to coat my hard cock with your cum, because I am going to fill you with mine."

Raising up to Claire faster. Thrusting into her deeper and harder. "Cum with me Claire. Right now.. cum with me. Fuuuuucckk." He felt Claire's body tense, and her pussy spasm, just at the moment he exploded deep inside her; shooting giant ropes of thick cum inside her. Michael continued to move with Claire. He moved his hips into her over and over; making sure that he maximized her pleasure.

When Claire slowed down and began to breathe again, Michael held her to him; kissing her deeply.. caressing her back while making sure that she remained impaled on his cock. There were no words spoken. Michael just held her, and, after breaking the kiss he moved his lips to her neck and shoulder... tasting and nibbling her flesh. He was careful not to leave any marks on her perfect body.

He looked at Claire, and started to say something. What? he had no idea. Instead of words, Michael moved his lips back to Claire's and kissed her softly, at first before the kiss once again became more passionate. He continued to hold her close; not wanting to let her go. Her body felt so good pressed to his. To Michael it felt like Claire was right where she belonged. He caressed her back lightly; moving his fingertips slowly up and down her spine... touching each vertebrae.

As he savored her lips against his, Michael suddenly heard a car door slam. It sounded like it was in the driveway next door. Could it be? He looked at Claire, without letting her her go.

 

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Claire lay there, lost in her post-orgasmic glow with Michael still kissing and touching her. Her body was pressed into his, each of their curves and edges fitting so perfectly together that it was hard to imagine being curled up with anyone else.

With Michael still inside her, Claire began to roll her hips slowly, her body still aching for his. Her hands drifted up his torso, over his chest. She could feel his heart beating beneath her palm as their kiss deepened. A gentle moan as she draped her leg over his, pulling herself ever closer.

The sound of a car door slamming brought them both back to reality and Claire pulled away quickly, her gaze moving towards the window that looked over at her own house.

“Shit.” She muttered, pulling away from Michael and rolling off the bed. There was a hollowness to her now that he was not inside her and Claire mourned the loss of fullness she had felt. She gathered up her clothes from where they littered the floor, thrown haphazardly in their rush to get closer to each other.

“I have to go.” She turned to Michael and drew him in for another kiss. This was quick, aching for more, a promise that it wouldn’t be the last. Throwing her clothing on as she moved towards his bedroom door, Claire looked over her shoulder at Michael. “Thank you, it’s been a really long time since anyone has made me feel…seen, cared for.”

With that, she made her way down the stairs and out the back door, knowing that she could sneak into her house from the backyard without Matt ever realizing where she’d been.

Nearly a week passed before Claire was able to see Michael again. Just like she thought, Matt had never had a clue that she’d been over at the neighbor’s house getting fucked to multiple, mind-bending orgasms. The couple had gone back to life as usual, moving on without ever acknowledging the massive fight that had occurred. Honestly, Claire preferred it that way. If she let the fight go, then she never had to feel guilt over her affair. But…did she truly feel guilty?

Over the next few days, as she went about her daily life of work, home, work, home, Claire pondered that question. And the answer she came to was…no. She didn’t feel guilty. She didn’t feel like she had betrayed her husband because she realized that she had stopped thinking of Matt as her husband a long time ago. Or maybe Matt had stopped thinking of her as his wife? Or maybe they had both just decided they were roommates with benefits without ever talking to each other about it? Either way, Claire didn’t feel one ounce of guilt. What she felt was a desire for more.

Friday evening rolled around and Matt had just left for the weekend. One of his friends from college was getting married in a few weeks and they were doing a big, weekend long bachelor party. Claire had forgotten where they were going and what they were doing. Honest, she didn’t care. All she could think about was she had an entire weekend to herself. An entire weekend that she could spend naked, in bed, getting fucked over and over by her hot neighbor.

Wandering over to Michael’s house, Claire knocked on the door softly, waiting for him to answer. When the door swung open only seconds later, she couldn’t help the massive grin that spread across her face.

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner? I have the house to myself for a few days and I made way too much food for just me. What do you say?”

 

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Watching Claire gather her clothes and hurry out of his house, Michael wondered what he got himself into. He heard Claire thank him and tell him it had been a long time since anyone made her feel cared for. The crazy thing was, he did care for her. Sure, he had only met her two days before, but he genuinely cared for Claire. Yes, it might seem crazy, but there was something about Claire that had drawn him in. It wasn't just a physical attraction, either. He couldn't exactly figure out what it was, but, as he lay naked in his bed wishing Claire was still with him, his mind raced through multiple scenarios of what was going to happen between them.

Michael kept himself busy over the next few days. Work was going real well. He was adjusting to the new job and the people in the office seemed to be really nice; not that he needed them to be nice, but it made the adjustment easier. He was able to make quality connections with clients whose portfolios he was taking over, and also actually attract two new, high-volume clients, which made for a great week... at work.

Once he got home from work each night, Michael focused on the interior of the house. He was finally getting his office finished and was about to get to work on the painting. That was the work he was planning on doing last weekend when Claire had taken him to the garden center, convinced him to getting climbing roses, and building a trellis for them. The roses looked amazing, Claire was absolutely right.

Of course, if he had done the work in the office last weekend, what happened between Claire and him might not have happened. However, Michael did not regret one second of what had happened between them. Initially, a lot of thoughts ran through his head, but, the more he thought about it, the more he was happy it happened. He had no idea where it would go... if anywhere.... but he was not going to look back on their time together in a negative way. Claire was amazing. She was attractive, she was sexy, she was incredible in his bed, and even more, she was intelligent and enjoyable to be with.

On the way home from work on Friday, Michael stopped and got takeout, because he didn't feel like cooking. He carried it into the house, put it in the kitchen and went upstairs to change. He put on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. He couldn't help looking out the side window toward Claire's house. He did it every night when he got home. He wondered what she was up to. He wondered how she felt about what had happened between them.

After hanging his suit up, he headed back downstairs. While walking down the steps, he heard a light knock on the front door. Moving toward the door, he opened it, and saw Claire standing there. He saw her smile and returned her smile.

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner? I have the house to myself for a few days and I made way too much food for just me. What do you say?”

Michael said nothing. He reached out and took Claire's hand and gently pulled her into his house. He closed the door behind her before taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply and passionately. He had no idea if she had come over to just talk about what had happened last weekend. He wasn't taking the chance that she was having second thoughts about what happened between them. He wanted to remind her of how good their lips felt together.

The kiss wasn't rushed, but it was passionate. As far as Michael was concerned, they could kiss like this all night long and it would be just fine with him. Having Claire in his arms felt so right.

After a few moments, he broke the kiss, looked down at Claire and smiled. "Did I hear you say something about dinner?" He paused for a second, still smiling broadly. He cupped her cheek with his hand. "I would love to have you for dinner.... I mean, have dinner with you."

 

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Claire couldn’t help but giggle when Michael pulled her into his house. The door closed behind her and his lips were on hers and she felt like her heart could burst with how happy she was in that moment.

There was no rush to this kiss, no desperation to touch and feel, to have that instant skin-to-sin contact. Rather, it was soft, tender. The kind of kiss that promised so much more. Claire felt like she was in high school again, sneaking off to make-out behind the gym during free period.

"Did I hear you say something about dinner? I would love to have you for dinner.... I mean, have dinner with you."

“Well it’s nice to know what’s been on your mind this last week.” She laughed, slapping him playfully on the chest. Her body pressed against his and she was desperate for more, but good things came to those who waited.

“C’mon,” she said, taking Michael’s hand in hers and pulling him towards the door. “Dinner will get cold if we take too much longer.”

She led him across the yard to her house, not caring if anyone saw that she held Michael’s hand, their fingers entwined in the way that she knew their bodies would be later. Opening the door, she led him into the dining room where she had set the table with her best china, a vase of fresh flowers in the center of the table, and tea candles set along the length of the table.

“Have a seat. Do you prefer red or white wine?” Claire asked over her shoulder as she moved into the kitchen. “I know red goes better with the steak, but I tend to prefer white myself.” She stepped back into the dining room with a bottle of each in hand. Moving towards Michael she offered the bottles up for him to choose.

Seeing him sitting there, at her table, in her house, suddenly Claire was nervous. Nervous about what this meant for them. Where did they go from here? She worried her bottom lip as Michael took a bottle of wine from her, she set the other on the table and wrung her hands together before going to sit in her own seat.

Picking up her fork, Claire looked down at her plate of steak, mashed potatoes, and green bean salad. A basket of fresh baked rolls sat on the table between the pair.

“So…” she said softly, “what have you been up to this week?”

 

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Michael took Claire's hand as they walked out of his house. He was hesitant to walk hand-in-hand with her as the moved over to her house. It wasn't that he was worried what people would think of him. It was that he was concerned about what people would think and say about Claire, and that it would get back to her husband.

Squeezing her hand lightly, Michael whispered, "Claire," but either she didn't hear him or she ignored him. Following her into the house, Michael was surprised at the way that the dining room was set. It was as if she had been planning this. The thought of that sent a shiver down his spine.

Looking at the fresh flowers and the candles set along the entire length of the table, Michael couldn't help but smile. It indicated to him that Claire had similar feelings for him as he had for her. Michael did not look at Claire as someone to just have sex with. Michael viewed Claire as someone he wanted to get to know, deeply, not just in the biblical sense. The set-up in the dining room told Michael that Claire didn't see him as just someone to please her sexually. At least, that was the message that he got from it.

As he sat down at the table, he looked at Claire with a big smile. "White wine would be great, please. I have never paid too much attention to what wines go with what foods. I have received funny looks in the past for drinking white wine with red meat, but I guess I won't get a funny look here tonight."

Taking the bottle of white wine from Claire, Michael suddenly sensed nervousness emanating from her. He watched her closely as he poured the wine into each of their glasses. After setting the bottle back on the table, he looked over and watched as Claire picked up her fork and looked down at her plate; not making eye contact with him.

“So…what have you been up to this week?”

Her eyes were still on the plate. Michael had a feeling she was having second thoughts about them having dinner together. Last weekend they had come together in the throes of passion; there was no time to think about what happened; they wanted each other and went for it. Tonight was different. Tonight was more like a date. Michael felt very comfortable with Claire, but he was starting to wonder about her feelings.

"It was a busy week at work. Really still getting up and running, but it was a productive week. Also, I was able to get some work done on my home office. That will allow me to do some work from home and spend less time at the office." Michael noticed that Claire still hadn't looked up from her plate.

Standing up, Michael moved over and stood next to Claire. He placed his hand under her chin and raised her head. Looking into her eyes, Michael gave Claire a sympathetic look. "Claire, it is obvious to me that you are having second thoughts about all of this. I know that you are in a difficult situation.... your marriage, your friends, your neighbors. I have none of that, so, the US is easier for me than it is for you, and I am not sure what the US is... yet."

Michael caressed Claire's cheek with his thumb while he held her chin in his hand. "I need you to know that I will not do anything that makes your life more difficult, unless you are totally onboard with it. If you want me to leave now, I will. I will be sad, but I will leave. If you want us to have nothing to do with each other, I will be disappointed, but I will respect your decision, because I care for you."

Leaning down, Michael kissed Claire's cheek. "I know we have known each other for a very short time, but I feel an attachment to you unlike anything I have ever felt before. I understand that our situations are very different. It just seems to me that you are having second thoughts about me being here with you. If I have done anything to make things more difficult, I am so very sorry."

Releasing her chin, Michael took a deep breath. "I am not going to make a decision without your input, but if you want me to go, I understand Claire." He hoped that was not what Claire wanted., but he knew that she had to have a major role in the decision. He couldn't just walk out. He wanted her to know that he considered her opinion when it came to any decisions that had to be made about THEM.

 

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"I should probably go. I don't want to make things hard on you."

Claire reached out and grabbed Michael’s hand before he could walk away.

“Don’t.” She said softly, “I just…” taking in a deep breath, Claire stood so that she was closer to him, looking up into his eyes. “I got nervous. This is all so new for me. I’ve never done this before and I haven’t felt this close to someone in a very long time.”

Claire let her fingers twine with Michael’s as she took another step closer to him.

“I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay.” She ran her hand up his arm until she could cup his cheek. Her thumb brushing against his skin as she whispered, “I want you to kiss me.”

 

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Michael took Claire's hand in his when she reached for it. He had no intention of leaving unless Claire had wanted that to happen. He learned from Claire the time that he had walked off her porch that she did not like others making decisions about her life, so, he was going to allow her to do this.

Looking down into her mesmerizing eyes, Michael listened to Claire.

“I got nervous. This is all so new for me. I’ve never done this before and I haven’t felt this close to someone in a very long time.”

He smiled, but he did not say anything. He wanted to let Claire finish. Michael did not want to interrupt her or interject his thoughts until he was sure that Claire had finished what she had to say.

“I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay. I want you to kiss me.”

The touch of her soft hand on his cheek sent little charges of electricity through his body. Michael leaned down and kissed the tip of Claire's nose. He looked at her and gave her a wicked grin. "Is that the kind of kiss you wanted?"

As Claire opened her mouth to respond, Michael kissed her deeply. His hands, which he had kept at his side, because he did not want them to influence Claire's decision, moved around her. Michael's hands, on the small of Claire's back pressed her close to him.

They became lost in the kiss. There was no rush to the bedroom. There was no pushing of dishes off the table to fuck right then and there. Michael enjoyed the closeness of a beautiful and intelligent woman.

When they broke the kiss, Michael leaned his forehead against Claire's. "I am nervous too Claire. All of this is new to me. I have never felt like this. I have known you for just over a week, but I feel like I have known you forever, and I want to know more about you." Michael softly kissed each of Claire's eyes, and he was pretty sure that he tasted tears.

"It was so hard this past week to be so close to you, yet, so far away. I wanted to sit with you, talk with you, hold you, kiss you, and make love to you, yet you were with another man. Yes, I know that other man is your husband. Then, I started to think that I was wrong with all of this. That maybe I took advantage of you when you were feeling depressed, but I thought no, I had walked away. I didn't take advantage of the situation. It was what we both WANTED."

Kissing her nose and then a soft kiss on Claire's lips, Michael sighed. "Sorry, I know I am rambling on, but that was how I felt all week." He gave Claire a little smile. "This is hard for both of us, but I know it is much harder on you. I am not going to make any decisions about US Claire. I know what I want. I am going to let you tell me what you want. If there is going to be an US, it is something we will have to work out together, and there is nothing that I am going to force on you. You tell me what you want when you know what you want. No rush."

Michael's lips crashed down on Claire's. He kissed her in a way that was meant to let her know that he would do anything for her. His hands caressed her back as he pressed their bodies tighter together. Then, he slid one hand up Claire's back and behind her head.. his fingers running through her hair ad the kiss became deeper still. Their desire for one another growing.

 

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“You tell me what you want when you know what you want. No rush."

What did she want? As Michael’s fingers ran through her hair, their gentle kiss becoming more, Claire only knew that she wanted more. More of his kiss, more of his touch. More of those toe curling orgasms.

Tilting her face up to his, Claire parted her lips, letting Michael’s tongue caress hers. A soft whimper fell from her lips as she felt Michael backing her up against the table.

Claire hadn’t meant for them to fall into bed - or onto table - so soon. She really had meant for this dinner to be just that, a dinner where they could talk and get to know each other better. But now, in this moment, all Claire wanted was to feel Michael’s body pressed up against hers. Claire felt that no amount of closeness was close enough. If she could crawl inside his body she was fairly sure she would.

“Michael.” She breathed his name, separating to take in necessary air. She pressed her forehead into his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

“This wasn’t what I meant to happen tonight.” She laughed softly as she looked up at him. “I want us to get to know each other, to have more than just a physical connection.” Her fingers fisted in his shirt. “But right now, all I can think about is having you inside me again.” She licked her lips as she met Michael’s hungry gaze with her own.

Stepping around Michael, Claire took his hand in hers and led him to the stairs. ‘I don’t know what is going to happen with us, but I know that I don’t want it to end.”

She led Michael to the guest room, something about sleeping with him in the bed she shared with Matt felt wrong. She pulled him back into a kiss, hungry but slow, as if she had all the time in the world to taste him. As the kiss deepened, she walked him towards the bed, tugging at his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. She felt Michael bump against the bed and she pushed on his shoulders, making him fall back.

Kneeling in front of Michael, Claire worked the zipper of his pants. Reaching inside, she gripped his hard cock and gave a soft, teasing squeeze before pulling him free. Tugging his pants and boxers down, Claire licked her lips as she looked at Michael sitting there in front of her, cock at attention.

Taking him in hand once more, Claire slid her hand up and down his length slowly. She leaned in, her tongue swirling around the tip of Michael’s cock.

“Tell me what you want.” Her voice husky with desire. “Tell me what you want me to do, Michael.”

 

[BeachBum25]

Things were moving much faster than Michael had anticipated. He didn't intend for tonight to be sexual. He had figured that what would happen tonight would be a nice evening of getting to know each other better.

When Claire broke the kiss and put a little distance between them, he thought that she was calling a timeout and slowing things down for them. They were still too new to each other for him to be able to read Claire. He was determined to get to know her. he wanted to know everything about her; her likes and dislikes, and he wanted to get to the point that he could read her mind and her body language and know what she was saying.

when she pressed her forehead to his chest, Michael looked down at Claire and moved a had to gently caress her neck. He listened as Claire told him that she had been feeling the same way about the evening as he had been. He looked down into her mesmerizing eyes when she looked up at him and smiled.

‘I don’t know what is going to happen with us, but I know that I don’t want it to end.”

He followed her; his hand in Claire's. "Claire, I don't want this to end, either. I want to get to know you and I am willing to do whatever I have to do to make things right between us."

As they entered a bedroom that was obviously not the master bedroom, Michael stepped back into the kiss with Claire. Michael felt Claire stepping forward and moving him backward; their bodies still close together. He put his arms over his head as Claire lifted his shirt over his head. As he lowered his arms, he started to move his hands to Claire's hips. They didn't quite make it there as Claire pushed him back on the bed.

Watching her kneel in front of him, Michael couldn't help but admire her beauty. "You are so beautiful Claire. I wish I had the words to describe how beautiful I think you are, but to me, your beauty is beyond words."

As she reached for the zipper of his pants, Michael reached out and caressed her cheek. He let out a little gasp as her soft hand gripped his hardness. Before he knew it, Claire had tugged down his pants and boxerbriefs; he unconsciously had lifted his ass off the bed to make it easier for her.

Her hand on his cock felt so good, but when she began to swirl her hot little tongue around his swollen cock head, Michael thought he would lose his mind. Their eyes were on each other. Michael wanted Claire like nobody before.

"Claire, It isn't what I want you to do, it is what I want us to do. I want to make love with you. I want us to pleasure each other. I want us to get to know each other so well that we each know what the other wants and never have to ask. I want you to stand up and let me watch you undress and reveal your perfect body to me again. Then, I want you to come back here, sit in my lap and let's let things happen and not even think about it."

 

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Claire smiled at Michael, his gaze so intent on her.

“I want all of that, too.” She said, running her thumb over his tip, “I want to savor every single moment that we have this weekend and to learn everything I can about you.” Her smile turned devilish as she gave his cock a squeeze and stood up. “Starting with finding out what makes you come.”

Taking a step back, Claire toyed with the buttons of her blush pink blouse. Undoing the top two buttons slowly, revealing just the barest hint of cleavage, she kept her gaze on Michael, gauging his reaction as she moved lower down the shirt. The next few buttons had the blouse opening to show off her black lace bra. Claire ran a slow hand down between her breasts, watching Michael’s lips twitch as his eyes followed her hand. Unbuttoning her jeans, she pulled the blouse free and finished unbuttoning it, letting the soft silky fabric slide down her arms and onto the floor. Her skin heated as she watched Michael’s eyes dance over her body, drinking in her half-naked form.

“Is this what you wanted?” She teased him, her fingers toying with the zipper on her jeans. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered the zipper and eased her jeans over her hips. Her panties perfectly matched her bra, even the little pink bow at the top of the waistband matching the one nestled between her breasts.

The jeans fell down her legs and pooled around her ankles. Stepping out of them, Claire moved towards Michael, once more getting on her knees in front of him. His erect cock begged for attention and Claire was all too happy to oblige. Taking his cock in hand, she swirled her tongue around the tip once more, moaning softly as she licked the precum from the head.

“We have all the time in the world.” She purred before flattening her tongue and tracing the underside of his cock. “And I plan on making you come multiple times before the night is done.” With her gaze locked on his, Claire took Michael into her mouth.

Sucking just the tip of Michael’s cock, Claire worked him with her hand. Slowly, she worked her way down his cock, taking more of him into her mouth until his tip hit against the back of her throat. With a moan of pleasure, she sucked on his cock, cupping and squeezing Michael’s balls as she worked him.

 

[BeachBum25]

"Yessssssss" was all Michael could say as Claire ran her thumb over the tip of his hardness and said that she wanted all of the same things as he did. The devilish grin on her face as she squeezed his cock before standing up made Michael think that things were going to work out great between them.

Michael was staring into Claire's eyes, but that changed when he realized that her fingers had moved to her blouse and that she had begun to undo the top two buttons. Watching Claire as she continued to unbutton, Michael's cock jumped with excitement. No, he didn't get harder; she already had his cock as hard as granite. His cock jumped in excitement with each button that Claire undid. His desire for her was over the top. He wanted her badly, in so many ways.

For a moment, Michael's eyes followed Claire's blouse as it fell to the floor. Quickly, however, Michael's eyes moved back to her perfect breasts which were hidden only by the sexy black, lace bra. The way that she was revealing herself to him made his want and desire for her grow even more, which would not seem possible.

"Claire, I want that and more. I want all of you... every little bit." Then he watched as she removed her jeans. The way that she eased them over her hips almost had Michael reaching out and grabbing her. She moved so well, he wanted her moving on him.

He looked into her eyes when he saw the panties that matched her sexy bra. "Did you wear that lingerie for me Claire? It accentuates your amazing body so well, and makes me want you even more."

Watching as Claire moved back to her knees in front of him, Michael's cock jumped in excitement. When she gripped his hard cock, Michael gasped and when she swirled her tongue around the head of it, Michael exhaled, "fuuuck yessss. That tongue is electric."

Michael placed one hand behind Claire's head as his other hand moved to her amazing breasts and caressed them through her bra. Michael's breathing became ragged as Claire took his cock deeper into her mouth. When the swollen head of his cock hit the back of her throat, Michael moaned, "sooooo good."

Moving the hand from the back of Claire's head, he slid it down her back and found the clasp of her bra and deftly unhooked it. He slowly slid the straps from her shoulders and removed the bra; taking her perfect breasts in his hands as she sucked his aching, hard cock while playing with his balls.

Michael rolled Claire's nipples between his fingers as he caressed her breasts. Claire's treatment of his hard cock was masterful. She was quickly moving him toward orgasm. Michael did not want to cum too quickly, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Claire was moving him closer and it was like a freight train coming at full speed.

"Oh baby." It was a term of endearment that he didn't use lightly, and it came from his lips at the moment of the first wave of his orgasm erupted. He couldn't hold back any longer and he came in giant ropes of thick cum. "Oh my goodness Claire.... fuuuuuuuuccccckkk yesssssss."

Michael came so hard for Claire that he thought he was going to pass out. he leaned back on the bed to steady himself as his orgasm reached its peak and then slowly began to subside. Looking down at Claire, staring into her eyes looking up at him. "You are so incredible. You have no idea how badly I want you." He leaned down to Claire and kissed her while putting his hand behind her head and pulling her closer to him.

 

[ms_tiff]

As Michael came in her mouth, Claire drank him down, moaning at the taste of him filling her mouth. Her thighs were soaked with her own arousal as she watched him lean back on the bed, spent. And then his lips were on hers, pulling her close, his hand in her hair tugging just the way that Claire loved. Her tongue slid between his lips, letting him taste himself in the kiss.

"I want you too.” She rested her forehead on his, their noses brushing. “I want you more than you can imagine.”

Taking Michael’s hand in hers, Claire straddled his waist and placed his hand between her legs, over her soaking wet panties. “Do you feel how much I want you?” She asked, grinding gently against his fingers. Leaning in, she kissed him again, gently, seeking tenderness more than animal desire.

“I want you to touch me and tease me and make me beg for more.” She kissed her way along Michael’s jaw. “I want us to take our time tonight and learn every inch of each other’s bodies.” She moved down his neck, stopping to lick along the pulse that jumped rapidly at the base of his throat.

“And I want you to fuck me until I am screaming.” Claire nipped at Michael’s throat, chuckling low and husky at his moan. “Are you up for that?” She asked, pulling back to meet his gaze.

 

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Staring into her beautiful eyes, Michael smiled at her. "Clare, with you I am up to anything and everything. Whatever you want and desire, I am willing to give it to you.. tonight, tomorrow, whenever."

Michael ran his fingers over Clare's soaked panties. He was in no hurry. He was going to enjoy her all night long, and he was going to tease her just the way she wanted to be teased. He was going to make her ache with desire until she couldn't take it anymore and needed to have him buried deep in her hot, wet silkiness.

He kept a grip on her hair while he rubbed her clit through her panties. His eyes were still fixed on Clare's. then, he moved his lips to her collarbone and kissed, and licked, and nibbled it while starting to rub her clit harder through her panties. He bit lightly on her collarbone, throwing caution to the wind... not caring if he left a mark on her wonderful body. For now, it was just the two of them in their own little world.

Michael moved his lips to Claire's shoulder and then her neck.. savoring her flesh... wanting her more and more with every taste he got. Without warning, Michael flipped Claire over onto her back on the bed, and instantaneously, he was on top of her. His lips found Claire's and he kissed her hard as his hands moved to her perfect breasts.. caressing them lovingly.

Breaking the kiss, Michael got up off of the bed and stood next to it looking at Claire; admiring her beauty. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to him so that her ass was right on the edge of the bed. He started kissing her feet, even playfully biting her big toe while the fingertips on his right hand lightly grazed over her inner thighs... so close to her hot, wet pussy.

Taking his time, Michael kissed up Claire's legs... slowly... teasingly.. lovingly. All the while, the fingertips of his right hand continued the teasing of her inner thighs... periodically moving painfully close to her pussy. When his lips got to Claire's knees, Michaels hands mover to her hips. His fingers moved along the waistband of her panties as he nibbled the inside of each knee.

Moving his fingers inside the waistband of Claire's panties, Michael smiled at her. "Do you think that maybe we should get these out of the way?" Without awaiting her answer, Michael slowly slid Claire's panties off and tossed them over his shoulder onto the floor. He then slid his hands under her fine ass as his lips moved over her inner thighs.

Caressing her ass firmly, and digging his fingers into her flesh, Michael pulled her closer to him just as his mouth neared her pussy. The tip of his tongue brushed over Claire's wet pussy while he maintained eye contact with her. He gave Claire an evil grin. One that said, "I am just getting started with you."

Michael allowed his tongue to find and tease Claire's taint before sliding slowly along her pussy lips. He did not part them... yet.

 

[ms_tiff]

Claire sighed as she felt Michael’s fingers trail over her panties. He teased her, making her even more wet than she already was. The tip of his finger hitting just where she needed it, but not putting the pressure she craved, leaving her wanting more.

And then the pressure increased as his lips found her collarbone, licking and sucking and…

“Oh god.” she groaned as Michael bit her tender flesh. Gasping as the scrape of his teeth against her skin coupled with the increased pressure against her clit sent fire through her veins.

“Michael.” She breathed as he laid claim to her body. He knew just what she needed, reading her moans and grunts, the thrust of her hips. And then she was on her back, Michael’s body covering hers, his lips on hers, his hands on her breasts. Claire could lay there forever, giving herself over to this slow, torturous pleasure. But Michael had different ideas as he gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed and began to kiss his way up her legs, teasing her with just the faintest touch so close to her pussy but not quite touching.

Claire’s hips lifted, seeking his touch. Desperate for it.

“Do you think that maybe we should get these out of the way?"

Before Claire could say a word, Michael was sliding her panties down and then kissing his way up her thighs. As his fingers dug into her ass, Claire whimpered, her hips grinding up, seeking his attention.

“Michael.” She all but begged as he slowly slid his tongue along the length of her slit. Her eyes locked with his, Claire ran a hand through Michael’s hair.

“No more teasing.” She panted, her fingers tightening, gripping. “Lick my pussy until I come all over your face.” She ground her pussy into his mouth, Michael’s nose bumping against her clit. “I want you to make me come, Michael. Please, I need it.”

 

[BeachBum25]

Michael loved the way that Claire reacted to the way he teased her. He wanted to drive her crazy, and it seemed like he was doing just that. He was totally focused on Claire. he wanted to give her an orgasm like none she had ever experienced before.

He looked up at Claire as his tongue dragged slowly along her silky lips. Their eyes met. Michael could see n Claire's eyes that she wanted to cum so badly..... NO.. she NEEDED to cum.

“Lick my pussy until I come all over your face.”

As Claire gripped his hair tightly and ground her pussy to Michael's face, he moved his head side to side, rubbing his nose over her clit while the tip of his tongue parted her lips and slowly slid through her folds.

“I want you to make me come, Michael. Please, I need it.”

This was exactly what Michael wanted, also. He wanted Claire to cum all over his face. He wanted every drop of her cum. He wanted it on his face, on his lips, on his tongue. He wanted it all.... he wanted all of her.

Slowly, Michael pushed his tongue into Claire's tight pussy. His hands continued to caress her perfect ass and pull her tighter to his face. Moving his tongue in and out of her wet pussy, Michael moved slowly... making love to her with his tongue. Then, slowly removing his tongue from her pussy, me licked slowly up to her clit. His tongue lightly brushed over her clit, before he looked up to Claire and smiled at her... wickedly.

Resuming the attention he was paying to her wet pussy, Michael began long slow licks, beginning at her taint and finishing with a flick of her clit. Each lick was long, slow, and deliberate. No longer was Michael teasing Claire, but he was not in a hurry, either. He wanted her to cum, and he wanted it to be explosive.

Moving his hands from Claire's ass, Michael began to caress her breasts while continuing to eat her soaked pussy. He caressed her breasts firmly and rolled her nipples between his fingers.. pulling on them lightly.

Increasing the pace of his licking just a little, Michael could feel Claire react. He knew that she was getting close. With each lick of her hot, wet pussy, the tip of Michael's tongue dragged through Claire's folds. Knowing that he was nearing the point-pf-no-return, Michael continued to lick her pussy faster... wanting her to have that orgasm that would keep her coming back for more.

 

[ms_tiff]

Claire wanted to close her eyes, lose herself in the feeling of Michael’s tongue against her slick, folds. But the desire to watch him savor her pussy outweighed anything else and so she braced herself on her elbows, leaning up just enough to watch Michael’s head move between her legs, his eyes on hers as he made love to her with his tongue, his hands cupping her ass, digging into her flesh in a way that was sure to leave bruises.

“God.” She gasped as his tongue moved the length of her folds. Claire’s hips bucked towards Michael’s tongue, seeking more. Arousal had her skin flushed and heated, sweat beading and sliding between her breasts.

“Just like that.” She urged him on, her words coming in sharp gasps. “Just. Right. Yes. There!”

She felt the pinch of his fingers against her nipple and the sensation had her crying out in wordless pleasure. As Michael rolled her hard nipple between his fingers, Claire ran a hand through his hair, fisting there as his tongue hit against her clit just right.

“I’m close.” She gasped as she rode his tongue. “So fucking close.”

And then he pulled at her nipple just as his lips suctioned around her clit, sucking her in and she fell apart. Her orgasm rolled through her, her limbs twitching and stomach knotting in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through her body. She came hard, flooding Michael’s mouth, coating his face with her desire. She fell back on the bed, her arms too weak to hold her up as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Eyes fluttering closed, lips parted in a silent cry, breasts rising and falling rapidly as she fought to breath through the all consuming tide of pleasure.

“Fuck.’ She whispered, coming down from the high slowly. “Oh fuck that was…” she couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up inside her.

Claire looked down at Michael, his face slick with her come, and licked her lips. “Come here.” she opened her arms to him, beckoning him. As he crawled up on top of her, Claire pulled his face down to hers, kissing him deeply. She sucked on his tongue, tasting herself on him. Pushing his shoulders, Claire rolled Michael onto his back and straddled him. The kiss deepened as Claire lifted herself, reaching between their bodies to grip Michael’s cock and guide it to her entrance.

Slowly, she lowered herself on him, not stopping until he was fully inside her. Moaning, Claire rolled her hips, feeling him move inside her.

“Why does it feel like you were made for me?” She asked as she leaned back, taking Michael’s hands and placing them on her breasts as she rolled her hips once more.

 

[BeachBum25]

Michael savored every drop of Claire's nectar as she came on his face and tongue. He licked her through her orgasm, only slowing down when he sensed her coming down from her high. His eyes remained on hers and he smiled at her when she told him to “Come here.”

As he crawled up to her, obeying her command, he couldn't help but admire how beautiful she was. He didn't get a chance to say a word before their lips were locked in a deep, loving, passionate kiss. Claire sucked his tongue greedily as he shared her juices with her.

The next thing he knew, Michael was on his back and Claire was straddling him. All he could think about was how amazing this woman was and how he could get used to spending all of his free time with her. At that moment, he didn't think about the fact that she was married to someone else and living next door to him. They were the only two that existed in the world at the moment, and what an incredible moment it was... they belonged together.

They way she moved over him was perfect. She lowered herself onto his big, hard cock and he let out a moan as she moved her hips. "Oh my.... fuck, you are amazing Claire."

“Why does it feel like you were made for me?”

Caressing her breasts lovingly... rolling her nipples between his fingers, Michael looked into Claire's eyes. Their bodies moved together as he started to move with her. "I was just going to ask you the same question, Claire. I feel as if your body was made for me. Actually, I feel that everything about you, mind and body was made for me."

Pinching her nipples lightly, he gave her a wicked smile. Michael moved with Claire as she rolled her hips. There was no rush. As far as he was concerned, they could spend all night and all day like this. In his mind, they weren't fucking.. they were making love and had never been with a woman this amazing.

Leaning up, Michael kissed Claire's breasts and sucked each nipple into her mouth. While holding each nipple in his lips, he flicked it with his tongue. Then he moved to kiss Claire. The kiss was deep and passionate.

Laying back on the bed, he looked up at Claire. "You are so amazing. You move so perfectly.. actually, we move so perfectly together. This is where you belong Claire. You belong with me... and I belong in you."

The feel of Claire's hot, wet pussy wrapped around his hard cock had Michael moving toward orgasm. The pleasure that she brought him was second to none and he was going to cum so hard. "Oh baby, I am so close. I am going to fill you with cum Claire.... so much....."

He couldn't hold back any longer. He was going to erupt. Despite trying to hold out longer, he exploded... shooting giant ropes of thick cum deep inside Claire. "Fuuuuuuucccckkk yesssssss. Oh fuck you are amazing."

 

[ms_tiff]

Claire closed her eyes and threw her head back as Michael came inside her. With a cry she let herself go, allowed the swell of her own orgasm to overtake her.

With a groan, she collapsed on top of him, her body having wrung out every last bit of pleasure and strength inside of her.

“Wow.” She breathed with a chuckle, Michael’s skin warm and sweat-slick against her cheek. Claire nuzzled her face into his chest, kissing just above rapidly beating heart. “Wow…I didn’t think it could be like that.”

She looked up at Michael, his gaze soft on her. A smile pulled at her lips as she rolled off him and curled against his side, letting him pull her tight against him so that her curves fit perfectly against his body.

“This is where you belong Claire. You belong with me... and I belong in you."

Michael’s words echoed in her mind as she lay there, the two of them breathing harshly, coming down from the high of their orgasms. In that moment, her brain still fuzzy with pleasure and her heart fixated on this man beside her, it was easy for Claire to forget everything else. To forget that this was not real life and that this was not her husband pressed against her. But she couldn’t forget, not really. Even with Michael’s cum sticky against her thighs, with his sweat-covered body against hers, with the post-orgasmic haze floating between them, Claire could not forget that this was not her husband.

The guilt rocked her to her core as she lay there, trying to hold on to the moment. But it was rapidly slipping from her fingers.

“What do we do now?” She asked softly, the slightest tremble to her voice. “What…what is this between us?”

Propping herself up on her elbow, Claire looked down at Michael. “I don’t know where we go from here? Is this…is this as real for you as it is for me? I can’t just throw away my marriage for this if…” She hiccuped, tears biting at the backs of her eyes. “Michael, just tell me what to do. Please.” Her voice was soft, pleading. Claire felt adrift in the moment, wanting to keep one foot in the present, but feeling herself slipping to her past. She placed her hand over Michael’s heart, grounding herself in the steady beat.

 

[BeachBum25]

Michael softly caressed Claire's back as she lay atop him. As wonderful as he felt. As incredible as everything had been between them, Michael suddenly felt a bit of a disconnect with Claire. Then he heard it....

“What do we do now?” “What…what is this between us?”

He remained quiet for a moment, because he felt that Claire wasn't finished. He wanted to give her the opportunity to express her feelings... and her doubts, which were obviously coming through at the moment.

“I don’t know where we go from here? Is this…is this as real for you as it is for me? I can’t just throw away my marriage for this if…” “Michael, just tell me what to do. Please.”

Looking up into her eyes, Michael remained quiet for another moment, before leaning up and kissing Claire's lips, softly. The kiss was much different than the passion-filled kisses they had shared only moments before. This kiss was much different. It was a caring, loving kiss; one that Michael hoped Claire could feel the message behind.

Once they broke the kiss, Michael looked into Claire's beautiful eyes. "Claire, you don't want me to really tell you what to do. What I can tell you is that this.... what this is between us, I feel anyway, is more than just the two of us having sex. I feel an unbelievable connection to you. I feel that you are an intelligent woman who feels repressed and hasn't been afforded the opportunity to show how incredible she is. I feel that in a very short period of time that we have formed a bond that goes beyond the bedroom. To answer your question, Claire, I don't know how real this is for you, but I can tell you that it is VERY real for me."

Continuing to look into Claire's eyes, Michael paused for a second. "I understand that you are in a very difficult situation Claire. I realize that you have a lot more at stake. All I can tell you is that I am not the person that is going to interfere with your marriage and just walk away and leave you alone. Only you can decide what you should do. If you decide that we have to end what we have between us, I will completely understand, and I will accept that decision. I will not like it, but I will accept it. However, if you tell me that you want us to continue, then, I am onboard 100%. I will help you and support you and be with you through whatever it takes."

Leaning up to Claire again, Michael let his lips brush over hers. Then he whispered to her, "but only you can decide what you are going to do Claire. I can't do that for you. It wouldn't be fair to you."

 

[ms_tiff]

Michael’s lips brushed against hers and Claire felt herself sink into the emotions that his gentle touch incited. His words were exactly what she needed, the reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere and giving her a chance to figure things out.

“That means so much to me.” She breathed, pressing her body more firmly into his, seeking the comfort of skin to skin contact. There was nothing sexual in her movement, only the basic human need for connection.

Propping her chin on Michael’s chest, Claire smiled up at him. Her fingers toyed with his chest hair as she contemplated the moment. Claire didn’t know what she was going to do next. But she knew what she wanted right then.

“Michael, I can’t make any promises yet. I just want to ask you to be patient with me while I figure things out.” She pressed a soft kiss on his chest, right above his heart. “I don’t know what the future is going to hold, but I do know that right now there is a delicious dinner getting cold downstairs and I would love for you to join me. And then, maybe, we could do something completely normal and watch a movie. Would that be enough for you right now?”

She watched him, nervous that he would want more of an answer from her despite his reassurances that he was going to let her decide what she wanted. Right now, this was all she could give him. At least until she figured her shit out.