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his pants became a definite possibility. Her juices coated his face and hands, and sat on his tongue like gourmet chocolate—sweet and smooth, and oh so addictive. He licked his lips and took another jolt of lust to the groin. God, he needed to come so badly his insides screamed in desperation.
    His hands rested on Claire's thighs, surrounding her pussy like a frame displaying a work of art. He wanted to dive back in and devour that sweet spot all over again, but if he didn't come soon he'd be crippled for life. Besides, the next time he sent her to the stars he wanted to be buried in the depths of her cunt. Ryan's cock throbbed, burned with the come being squeezed from his nuts. He had to get inside her.
    Standing slowly, Ryan placed kisses from her pubic bone to her navel, her navel to her breasts. He used his hands to push the generous globes together and buried his face in her cleavage. He nuzzled his way between them and up to the hollow in her throat. The skin beat furiously beneath his tongue, and he couldn't resist suckling the flesh into his mouth. Ryan worked her breasts with his hands as he trailed his lips along her neck to her ear.
    Nipping at her earlobe, Ryan soaked up the drowsy moans Claire made. He took his time, explored her with lips and tongue before scraping his teeth across the delicate skin of her throat. She moved beneath him, squirmed, and shivered with each brush of his flesh on hers. The little sounds slipping from her grew louder, more urgent, and his cock jerked with each one. Leaning into her, he pressed his hard-on against her pussy and rocked his hips to torture them both with the promise of something better.
    Claire bucked against him, met him thrust for thrust. Ryan's balls pulled up tighter, and more blood surged into his cock.
    "Damn. Need. To be. Inside," he panted.
    Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled them closer together. His groin was on fire. The burning spread out, up his spine, and into his dick. Shit. He was gonna come without getting inside her at this rate.
    "Stop." Ryan stood up straight, but Claire's legs kept their pelvises locked.
    He was reaching around behind him to loosen her hold and get his pants off when the worst thought in the world struck him. He didn't have a condom. His wallet was at home, and it never entered his mind to put one in the pocket of his sweats. Squeezing his eyes shut, he threw his head back and groaned.
    "What?" Claire's breathless question brought his head up, and he opened his eyes to stare into ones filled with confusion and uncertainty.
    "No condom. I never thought…"
    She let her legs slip from his hips, and with her palms splayed on his chest she shoved him. He stepped back, waited for the "if it's not on, it's not on" speech, but Claire hopped off the counter to stand in front of him with a sexy grin on her lips.
    "We don't need a condom."
    Before Ryan could get a word out, Claire gripped the waistband of his pants and dropped to her knees, taking the sweats with her. His dark briefs did nothing to hide his erection or the cool, wet spot on the front. When she wrapped her fingers around the elastic to remove them, his cock jerked and more fluid soaked his underwear. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off her face. With rapt attention, she eased the fabric over his engorged length. A breath hissed through his teeth as the cloth grazed the sensitive gland. He sucked air back in again when Claire's tongue slipped out to stroke her bottom lip.
    Ryan wanted her to lick him. To suck him deep into her mouth until those red lips couldn't stretch anymore. He wanted to feel the lash of her tongue as she played bathe-the-cock. Wanted to thrust deep and feel the squeeze of her throat as she swallowed around him. His hips bucked of their own accord as the images rolled through his mind—images of fucking her face until he exploded, his come filling her mouth, her throat working as she swallowed every drop. Claire leaned forward and every muscle in his