Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)(40)

She struck the floor with it, biting her lip. “Is it hard for you to let me be in control for a change?”

“You’re not in control.” I smiled.

She put a hand on her hip and strutted over to me, leaning forward and whispering in my ear. “That question was rhetorical, Jonathan...Do I need to get you a dictionary so you can learn what that word means?”

I reached out to bend her over my lap, but she moved behind me and started massaging my shoulders—blowing kisses against my neck as her hands found their way down to my chest.

Just as I was starting to get used to her soft rhythm, she moved her hands away and sashayed around me, slowly unbuttoning the white dress shirt.

When she reached the last button, she playfully opened the shirt to show off the black ‘f*ck-me’ lingerie, then she closed it again. She repeated this at least six times, until she finally slid the shirt off her body and tossed it across the room.

As the song reached the second verse, she dropped down to the floor, and stretched her legs up to the ceiling, spreading them into a wide “V.” Then she brought her legs together again and bent them, bringing them close to her chest before she flipped her whole body over.

Seductively smiling, she sat up on her knees and ran her hands across her br**sts—squeezing them and shutting her eyes.

I was trying my hardest not to get up and grab her, desperately trying to keep my hands at my sides as she continued to smirk at me and move across the floor.

“Something wrong, Jonathan?” She stood up and dragged one of the bar’s chairs a few feet across from me. “You’re not usually this quiet...” She sat on the chair with her back facing me and rolled her head around, tossing her hair all over. Then she bent all the way backwards, using her hands to brace the floor, and before I knew it she’d flipped over and was crawling up into my lap.

I caressed her hips with my hands, but she grabbed them and moved them away as she started to grind her hips against me—purposely rolling against my dick.

“I thought about you today at work...” she whispered into my ear.

I was losing it. She was too f**king good at this.

She leaned back and spread her legs wider. “I thought to myself—I wonder how he’ll f**k me after I’m done...Will it be with him on top?” She moaned as she gyrated against me even harder. “Against the wall? In his lap?”

I’m going to f**k you like you’ve never been f**ked before...

She brought her lips close to mine like she was going to kiss me, but she quickly moved away and stood up, walking over to the wall.

She pressed her back against it and stretched her arms up high, twisting and turning her hips to the beat, knowing damn well she was getting to me.

I leaned forward and reached out for her, but she kicked my hand away.

“I’m not finished.” She narrowed her eyes at me and turned around, bending over so her ass was in my face.

I can’t take this shit anymore...

I stood up and pulled her against me, but she broke free and pushed me back down into my chair. Before I could tell her that this dance was over and push her up against the bar, she bent down between my legs and unzipped my pants.

The song was repeating itself for the third time, but she didn’t make a move to change it. She simply unzipped my pants and removed them before pulling something out of her bra—a bottle of some type. She poured whatever it was all over my dick and rubbed her hands all over it, making me shut my eyes and groan.

The next thing I felt were her wet lips touching my tip, her soft tongue slowly swirling around.

“God, Claire...” I ran my fingers through her hair as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth, as she brought me to the verge of a climax.

Before I could cum, I pulled her up and looked into her eyes, in complete and total f**king awe.

Kissing her lips, I picked her up and carried her to the other side of the room.

I laid her across the bar and spread her legs apart, tearing her lace panties off.

She moaned as I pressed kisses up and down her thighs, as I grabbed her by the ankles and tossed her legs over my shoulders.

Before she could take another breath, I gently sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue along her folds, teasing her with every lick.

“Ahhh...Ahhh...Jonathannn...” She was squirming, trying to sit up, but I pushed her back down.

I kissed her swollen wet lips like I was kissing her mouth—pushing my tongue further and further, rolling it around relentlessly. Each time she screamed, I caressed her clit with softer kisses, never moving my mouth away from her.

Her hips started to shake and she started breathing heavily, saying my name as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.

I felt her legs trembling—quivering, and I knew she was seconds away from coming so I lifted my head up and stepped back.

Smiling, I joined her on top of the bar’s counter and snapped her bra off.

She sat up and looked at me in confusion. “Why...Why did you...Why did you stop?” She panted.

I blinked and spun her around, positioning her on all fours. I skimmed my hands against her sides and pulled her hair back. Then I pounded into her with no mercy, listening to the cries of pleasure that were coming from her mouth.

“Fuckkkkk....Jonathannnn...”

“You are so f**king sexy, Claire...” I kissed the back of her shoulder and I tugged on her hair even harder. “And mine...”