Chapter 27 SINFUL CLAIM 2
SINFUL CLAIM 2
MY YOGA INSTRUCTOR 2
BLAIR
The moment we stepped into his apartment, I could feel it—an almost electric pull between us. My back hit the door with a soft thud, his body pressing into mine, his heat sinking through my dress. I’d wanted this for weeks… maybe months.
Then his hands were at my waist, sliding down, gripping, lifting my dress until it bunched around my hips. The cool air kissed my bare skin.
He paused, eyes widening when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. I saw the way his breath hitched, his jaw tightening. A wicked thrill shot through me.
Before I could even say anything, he was on his knees. His hands parted my thighs, and then—God—his mouth was on me.
The first stroke of his tongue made my knees weak. I let out a helpless moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as if I could pull him deeper into me. His tongue flicked against my clit, slow at first, then faster, more deliberate. Every rough brush of his chin against my folds made my breath catch.
I couldn’t keep still. My hips moved on their own, seeking more of him, and he held me steady, his hands firm against my outer thighs. The pressure built fast—hot, intense—until it snapped.
I came hard, the pleasure rushing through me like a wave, my thighs trembling against his hold. My body had never responded like that before.
He stood, still holding me against the door, and I barely had time to kick off my heels before my legs were wrapped around his waist. His lips crashed against mine, all heat and hunger, his kiss deepening until I was melting into him.
By the time we reached his bedroom, my heart was pounding so loud it was all I could hear. He set me down, but as soon as my back hit the bed, I pulled him down with me. My dress was still bunched around my hips, my nipples aching under the satin. I hadn’t worn a bra on purpose, and the look in his eyes told me he’d noticed.
He stripped the dress from me, and I felt the air hit my bare skin. His gaze swept over me like a touch, leaving me feeling exposed… and desired.
When he stripped down to his briefs, I couldn’t look away.
“How far are you willing to go, gorgeous?” he asked, his voice low.
I gave him a slow smile. “How far can you take me?”
That was all it took. He crawled over me, kissed me hard, and then grabbed something from the nightstand—a tie. My pulse skipped.
He caught my wrists, pinning them above my head, securing them to the bedpost. The restraint only made my skin feel hotter.
He stripped completely, rolling on a condom, and before I could catch my breath, he flipped me onto my stomach. My hips were lifted, a couple of pillows slipped under me. I couldn’t see him—only feel him.
The first slap to my ass made me yelp. It stung, but it also sent a spark straight between my legs.
“You like that?” he asked.
I moaned, and that was enough for him to do it again. My skin burned in the best way.
Then his fingers were between my thighs, finding me wet and open. Two of them slid inside me easily, curling and thrusting slow at first. I bit my lip, letting the pleasure wash over me. His free hand gripped my waist, holding me in place as he picked up speed.
When he added a third finger, my body stretched wide, a sharp ache flashing before it melted into something so much more. I moaned into the pillow, the build racing toward a peak—
And then he pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching.
“Hold tight, baby,” he murmured from behind me. “This is going to hurt a bit.”
I felt the head of his cock press against me, thick and unyielding. Inch by inch, he pushed in. I gasped, my body stretching around him, my walls gripping him.
I wasn’t a virgin, but nothing had prepared me for the sheer size of him. The stretch was overwhelming, but the way he filled me… God.
Once he was fully inside, he didn’t wait long. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back. Then he started to move.
Every thrust was deep, hard, purposeful. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixing with my helpless moans. He was relentless, his grip in my hair keeping me exactly where he wanted me. His other hand slid around to cup my breast, squeezing, teasing my nipple between his fingers until my hips were rocking back against him.
The pleasure climbed higher and higher until I could barely breathe. My walls tightened, clenching around him, and I knew I was close.
“Gideon—” I gasped, but my voice broke as the climax hit me. My body seized around him, milking him, and I felt his rhythm falter.
With a low groan, he buried himself deep one last time and came, the heat of it spilling into the condom.
We stayed there for a moment, both breathing hard, his body still pressed to mine. My skin tingled everywhere he’d touched me.
The n
ight had just begun. And I knew—this was only going to get better.