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The first few moments were very awkward.Chris distracted himself looking around Claire's living room. He’d been there a few times in the past four months, but never long enough to really look things over. The room’s rustic earth tones were inviting and he made small talk as he stepped further into her world.
Claire felt silly. Like some schoolgirl anticipating her first kiss. She insisted the shades suited her personality better than any 'flowery' color he might find elsewhere. Heading for the small hallway, she tried to distract herself from her nervousness.
"Is that so..." the blond inquired, following her down the corridor. "Then how come I saw pale pinks and light blues hidden in the borderlines all over the room."
Ahh! He wasn’t supposed to notice that! She remembered her first attempt at decorating her new apartment. Stopping at the bathroom door, Claire turned and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Anyone ever tell you, you're..." the words got stuck on her lips.
"Too observant," Chris finished her sentence. The silence that ensued didn't deter the smirk that grew wider on the agent's face. "Yep," he answered, "Matter of fact… you have… several times."
Claire matched his grin as she tried to hide her amusement. You’re having way too much fun with this, Larabee, she scolded silently. Refocused on her dirty clothing, she huffed loudly, pulling the edges of her vest out and 'tisking' with disgust. "Seems to me, that shower is in order," she said, moving through the doorway.
Not realizing they were at the bathroom door, the blond questioned, "Shower?" as he followed her through the entranceway.
Pulling the vest from her shoulders, Claire complained loudly at the movement. "Well, okay, Vin did suggest a bath," she corrected as Chris gained a step to help her with the item of clothing.
The agent nodded as he recalled his best friend’s words when they’d been found on the trail. 'Probably nothin’ a nice hot bath and a good night's rest won't cure.’
Another uncomfortable moment passed between the couple.
Not quite sure what to say next, Claire turned and kicked her boots to the corner of the room. Bending down cautiously, she pulled off her socks off one at a time.
Chris was searching for an opportunity to excuse himself when the brunette straightened up and stepped across the room. Reaching for the shower curtain, she pulling it back and walked inside the large diamond shaped cubicle.
Larabee's eyes grew wide and he couldn't stop the appreciative whistle that escaped his lips. Curiosity and wonder drew him to the edge of the stall. "Now THAT is a shower," he insisted.
Claire smirked, knowing she’d had the same reaction when she’d viewed the apartment when it was up for sale. Glancing around the cubicle before looking back at the blond, she watched his eyes sparkle. "One of the reasons why I choose this place. The large shower," she held up her arms to accent the width of the stall. "And, of course," she pointed outside, "the tub helped as well."
Following her indicating finger, Chris focused on the raised bath enclosure on the other side of the shower. He grinned appreciatively; thoughts of the couple relaxing in the sunken Jacuzzi flitted through his mind. "Well, hell…" he spoke before thinking, "Any man could get clean in a place like this."
Claire froze momentarily. Of course, she thought. The answer was so simple… But… how do I invite him in…? Quickly pulling the knob furthest from the curtain, the lady took a deep breath and pushed the quandary from her head. Walking back towards the opening, she stepped outside, gazing at the ATF agent cautiously as he offered her his hand.
A long moment passed again, as the two simply stared at one another.
Boy! We really need to stop doing this!
Claire’s eyes drifted down to the dried dirt on his clothes and she spoke the words without even thinking. "You're welcome to join me," she offered, her voice was barely a whisper. She glanced up again, the sparkle clearly evident.
He’d registered the words but Larabee didn’t answer. His mind absorbed the invitation as his eyes watched the lady walk to the corner and slowly begin unbuttoning her shirt. Once that was accomplished, Claire undid her jeans and gently eased them from her hips.
Ever the gentleman, Chris turned his back as she stepped from the clothing. He took a deep breath. On the outside, he was calm and cool. On the inside, he was nervous as hell…
But why?
It wasn’t as though he’d never been with a beautiful, exciting woman before, but that in itself was a reason. Claire wasn’t just beautiful and exciting… she was more like an equal. Smart, talented… knew what the heck she was talking about and fit into his crazy ATF world like no one else he’d met before. Hell, she could even match him word for word in a good argument… not to mention bullet for bullet at the range. He admired her… simple as that! She put up with his moodiness and gave him shit when he needed to hear it.
Chris licked his lips. He knew he wanted this. "I’m thinking… I might be tempted," he replied. "If you really want," he added, to be very sure.
Still facing the wall, Claire took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She hadn’t been sure… but now she was. Chris Larabee was too damn sexy for his own good and she was tired of ignoring the lust that grew daily in the depths of her soul. Damn that man if he hadn’t gotten under her skin once too often, made her hot and bothered and then left her that way with his manners and quiet demeanor. There was a time and a place for gentlemanly behavior… and a time and a place to be rid of it. Sure, they had made an agreement, not wanting to rush headlong into anything that could impact both their careers.
But… those days were done!
Without hesitation, she dropped her shirt to the floor. Slipping out of her underwear and bra, she took a deep breath before turning towards the shower. A shy smile appeared on her lips as she realized he's turned his back. Ever the gentleman! she mused. Quizzically breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped into the enclosure, leaving the man to sweat her reply…
Hearing the sound of the curtain being pulled, Larabee sucked in his bottom lip. Maybe I figured this all wrong! he thought quickly. He was sure he hadn’t. But, I must have. He started to move towards the door, assuming her lack of response was his clue to leave.
"Chris."
The ATF agent stopped short of the exit, turning only his head as he responded to her call. "Ma’am?" he addressed Claire formally.
Hidden behind the curtain, the brunette giggled under her breath. "Would you mind turning on the fan, Chris. I forgot."
An innocent request.
Nodding, he reached around and switched on the exhaust fan. Thinking nothing more of it, he took the remaining steps towards the exit and reached for the door on his way out.
Her silky voice made him stop, yet again. "Chris."
His upper body turned this time, driven by the inflection in her tone. Larabee could see her brown eyes staring at him through a hole in the bunched up curtain. "Yes?" he replied, his voice carried its own insinuations.
"I... really want," she whispered seductively before letting the curtain return to its hanging position.
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Chris wasn't sure if he'd ever removed his clothing this slowly in his entire life. It only seemed natural to allow Claire time to settle into the shower.
Besides… he knew she was playing games now. He would make her wait.
She was waiting, too. At least for the first few minutes, anyway. That was, until the warmth from the steam started to soothe her aching muscles. Anticipation evaporated with the mist as it drifted about. Her eyes closed as she backed up against the spray, the hot liquid against her skin taking any remaining concerns away. Claire eased further into the jet and allowed it to soak through her hair, the long streams of water stretching like slender fingers all over her body.
Reveling in the comfort, the brunette turned and buried her face in the spray before reaching for the body gel. She spent the next several minutes lathering, allowing the invigorating substance to cleanse her skin. Washing the dust from her body and the cares from her mind.
Finally without a shred of clothing, the ATF agent stepped towards the enclosure and took a deep breath. He blew it out forcefully, hoping to chase any lingering anxiety away. Feeling ready to make this next step in their relationship, he announced his intentions to enter. "Seems I'm ready to join you," he called out calmly.
The voice made her eyes open quickly as Claire became aware of her surrounding again. Slipping the gel bottle back into the shelf, she took a calming breath and turned to face the wall. A very wet and very naked Chris Larabee, in her company… Good lord! What a thought! But there was no turning back now. She wanted this. She wanted him. Breathing deeply again, she nodded confidently… "Anytime, cowboy," she replied coyly.
Sliding the curtain to one side, Chris stepped into the shower stall and was immediately assaulted by the hot, moist atmosphere inside the enclosure. He returned the curtain to its closed position and stepped further inside, only to be surprised by the fiery spray that splashed against his naked flesh. The water was hot, yet inviting. So too, were the soft contours of his companion. A fact that he couldn’t help but notice as he observed the shower foam wash from her body.
Oh, to be a soap sud!
Stepping quickly towards the nozzle opposite Claire, Chris pointed it down and turned on his own water supply. He was gladder than ever that her back was towards him, the swelling in his loins was beginning to take a hold. As the liquid slowly warmed, he found reason to note the configuration of the stall. The distraction was welcome but the enclosure deserved recognition. It truly was a diamond. Each face of the shape held its own showerhead. Three of the pinnacles housed a small, built-in seat and the fourth was the entranceway. "This was certainly well designed," he commented, trying hard to distract himself from arousal.
Adding shampoo to her long brown locks, Claire cocked her head slightly, welcoming his casual conversation. "It is… very nice," she stuttered. There were more moments of silence and she wondered what on earth the blond was doing… answering her own query with certain lewd thoughts.
"Can I borrow some of that?"
Claire's eyes grew wide before she realized what the blond was talking about. No more games, she thought confidently before reaching for the built-in shelf. Carefully retrieved the shampoo bottle and soap, she took another deep breath and turned to face the very wet and very naked Chris Larabee.
Their eyes locked and dared not move. Both occupants of the shower studied the other's reaction...
Both occupants of the shower studied the 'other'...
Gingerly taking the offered items, the ATF agent smiled, "Thanks." He was trying desperately to relax but he knew his body was betraying him as he spoke.
She’d noticed, but tried not to react. Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about his body… parts. Instead, concentrating on the sound of the water as it hit her flesh. Claire focused, again, on the heat and its wonderful effects. The warmth of the water and its multiple stimulation was causing all sorts of muscles to relax involuntarily and she drifted once more, into thoughtless oblivion, no longer caring if Chris was there or not.
Lathering the shampoo through his hair, Larabee grinned as he watched the brunette drift slowly into a wonderfully relaxed state. He could almost see the cares drift away and just the thought added more fuel to his growing fire. His eyes rolled as he tried again to detach his mind and body. "Why don't you turn the massaging pulse on," he suggested.
Claire cocked her head, yet made no move to adjust the spray. She registered the suggestion, but this was good… more than enough.
Allowing his lady her pleasure, Larabee continuing with his washing and finished up with another round of shampoo to his hair. Immersing completely under the deluge, he thoroughly cleaned himself from head to toe.
In all that time, Claire moved very little. She managed to slip back under the shower long enough to rinse the suds from her hair. Occasionally, her head bobbed from side to side, but there was very little else that changed position.
Having finished his chore, the agent wiped the droplets from his face and looked once more at his companion. His engorgement had decreased somewhat, but watching the contentment in her expression, Chris felt himself reacting to her presence yet again. Their cleansing ritual over, all thoughts seemed to center on the here and now… on her. The woman he wanted. Driven by long denied yearning, the blond called her name, his voice tainted with lust
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open to find the ATF agent standing only inches away from her. She wasn’t surprised… or even shocked. A gentle smile crept to her lips as, once more, green pools met brown ones and they locked one another in their sights.
Inhibitions scattered on the wind; the blond’s tongue peeked out as he spoke, "Why don't you turn around… so I can help the water do some of that… relaxing." His mind wandered to the massage he had promised.
Her lips curled slightly at the insinuations in his voice. Hers was barely a whisper when she finally replied. "Suppose… I could do that," she slowly turned. Holding her breath in anticipation of his touch, Claire stepped back slightly so the gentle spray was directed at her upper chest. She closed her eyes, anticipating his touch, yet she wasn’t prepared for what he gave her. "Ooh," escaped her lips as the ATF agent directed the spray from his nozzle onto her back, his showerhead set on pulse.
Chris grinned, "You like that?"
"Oh… yeah!" she sighed as his hands touched the naked flesh of her back. Her breathing became irregular as his fingertips walked themselves upward from the small of her back to her shoulders.
Chris was determined to do a good job, yet was becoming annoyed. Each time he moved closer to Claire; his body got in the way of spray from his shower nozzle. After the third attempt at finding a position, he sighed in exasperation. "Claire..."
She was oblivious to what was happening with the water, concentrating instead on the wonderful feelings being visited upon her body. Even more wonderful… who they were coming from. "Umm," she answered.
"Claire, why don't you move to the corner. That way I can direct both showerheads on your back, one from each side."
Glancing over her shoulder, she could only shrug. "Sure," she agreed. Right now, she'd consent to just about anything.
Taking Claire by the hand, Larabee smiled. He couldn’t ever remember seeing her this complacent but he wasn’t about to complain. Guiding her to the corner, he stepped back to change the direction of his flexible shower nozzle. He completed the same action with hers, content when both spray pulses were directed at her back.
Once more, Claire was enveloped in the wonderful sensations attacking her flesh. She arched wantonly as the blond’s nimble fingers joined the companion jets in their attentiveness to her relaxation. Every ache from the afternoon fall seemed to be melting away.
As his fingers glided over her shoulders and down her back, Larabee was caught in the spray from her showerhead. He welcomed the opportunity to speak, "You sure do like the water warm," he interrupted her thoughts. "Most women don't like it this hot."
Claire couldn’t help the smirk. "Don’t think I’ve ever claimed to be like most women, Chris," the words were dripping with desire.
The ATF agent nodded, silently acknowledging what had attracted him to her in the first place…her determination and assertiveness, but most of all, her self-confidence and conviction. Claire was a smart, sexy woman. Yet, a woman nonetheless. "But… you're all the same... in the most important ways," he edged closer. His strong fingers released her shoulders and tender fingertips traced their way down her arms.
Claire’s breath caught and her head dropped instinctively as his digits easily jumped the space between arms and torso. The fingers, ever gentle, slowly following the curve of her hip to the softness of her breast.
Larabee moved closer again.
As their flesh touched in other places, Claire couldn't help but realize how aroused they both were. The hot steamy atmosphere and strong contact of his hands had done wonders to relax tense, achy muscles. It had also done wonderful things to other parts of their bodies... both of them.
Starting to turn into his touch, she whispered breathlessly, "Chris."
"Don't," he answered abruptly, holding her in place. His immediate desire was for nothing to change. Larabee wanted to take this real slow, and enjoy. "Let me… feel you."
There was no hesitation. Claire allowed him his wish, leaning back into his chest she enjoyed the feel of his flesh on hers.
Her compliance gave Larabee permission and he welcomed her body to his, watching as her chin drop submissively. His hands, waiting at the edge of her breast, now made the short tempting journey to her nipples.
Strong fingers became as gentle as they possibly could and Claire felt the feather-light touch circle each bud. She welcomed the contact, reveling in a sensation that had been too long absent. Dropping her hands down, she reached behind her bottom, encircling his erection in the warmth of her hands.
Chris felt her respond as he caressed each nipple, the buds engorging in his fingertips. He too, was experiencing a torrent of blood flow but he wanted to concentrate on Claire. He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to refocus his attention. Licking at his lips, he leaned down and ran his tongue over her neck, lapping the hot droplets from her skin. He continued for several minutes, giving equal attention to all sites. His soft manipulation of her breast culminated as she moaned softly and he took his cue. One hand drifted lower on her body as the other, and his mouth, continued on their previous ventures.
Claire’s head dropped back to his shoulder as a tender fingertip brushed against her clit. "Oh... Chris," escaped her lips in broken stutters. Her pent-up cravings were evolving into full-blown lust.
Larabee nibbled at the edge of her earlobe, his smile beautiful, clearly enjoying the giving. "You like that?" he questioned slowly, not really expecting an answer.
And, he didn't received one either. Many salacious sights and sounds filled the cubicle, why waste precious breath on facts known and understood, so well.
With each hand, and a very talented tongue, continuing their task, Claire sighed, regretfully pulling away from his exploration. She released his manhood but purposely did not turn, fearing a glimpse of his magnificent physique would trigger her carnal desires to greater heights.
The ATF agent smiled. "Something wrong?" he asked coyly.
Claire didn't look at him. She couldn't. "It's getting... awfully... hot... in here," she panted.
There was a pause as Chris turned the vibration of the showerheads back to their regular setting. The brunette didn't move until Larabee came up behind her again, pushing her gently against the molded fiberglass enclosure.
A sudden gasp escaped the woman's lips as the coolness of the foreign material spread throughout her body. The warmth of the torso pressed against her back made the sensations meet somewhere in the middle and she sighed deeply. The hardness she felt... made her want more.
Claire's hands had been instinctively drawn to the front to break her fall. Now, her fingers became wrapped in his as he stretched their arms wide to either side. Effectively forcing every last inch of her flesh against the surface. "Is that cooler?" he teased, his voice a tantalizing maze of seductive tone and lustful pitch.
Claire was barely able to force the words from her lips. "Cool... warm... and hard," she wiggled her hips. Her body racked with inexplicable desire and a need more urgent with every growing second. Her next words came out as a low fervent growl. "I want you here, Chris. Take me... here… and now," she whispered.
There was a moment void of all sight and sound, a single word shattered the calm. "Soon," he promised in a low hissing noise that dripped with lust. Turning her in his arms, he wrapped his limbs around her body to pull her close as their lips touched for the first time. The tenderness of the embrace quickly deepened as tongues joined the dance, the couple lost in the throngs of the passionate kiss.
Several minutes passed before Claire's chin rose high in the air, desperately searching for a much-needed breath. Her arms, wrapped pleadingly around his body, traveled to his locks drawing his head away from hers.
Chris, on the other hand, took in his air quickly. His lips finding the lady's skin once more, he nibbled at her neck and shoulders. All the while, his hands retreated to work their magic on the softness of her breasts held securely between them.
When one set of nimble fingers were replaced with tender lips, Claire found herself breathless yet again.
His mouth engulfed one breast and his tongue continued the teasing that his other hand still practiced. Again, the second arm stretched, the digits snaking their path to her mound, searching out a waiting clit.
Claire moaned as her three most sensitive areas were stimulated simultaneously.
Her appreciative tone gave Larabee license to explore further. His eyes lifted to meet her sleepy gaze and he smiled, acknowledging her complete relaxation. "Care to take a seat," he spoke into the softness of her lips.
As the embrace concluded, the lady frowned coyly. "What did you have in mind?" she questioned alluringly.
Guiding her downward to the corner stool, Chris watched her settle, her arms tracking down his sides as she did.
Face to… head… with his ample erection, Claire’s lips parted slightly. "Oh, I see," she cooed, her hands slipping onto his member, carefully caressing as she admired his offering.
"No, you don’t," Larabee gathered her hands in his. It had been a while for him as well and he knew instinctively that too much direct stimulation would send him over the edge far too quickly. Besides, he had other plans. "You don’t see at all," he leaned down to find her lips again before she had time to question him further.
As the kiss grew more urgent, Larabee’s lips found their way to her collarbone, slowly pecking as they went. From there his mouth found her breasts again and Chris settled to his knees, gaining perfect angle on the nipples as his tongue reached out to tease a waiting bud. He glanced at the lady and watched her watch him. Without breaking eye contact, both hands rose to caress each round breast, the fingers working magic at the heart of their prize.
Her head slipped backward slowly as Claire was enveloped in the maze of sensations that ran a course directly between her legs. She felts his tongue drift lower; soft kisses attacked her abdomen before his hot breath blew across her mound. Her respiration cease as she looked down upon her companion.
The tongue that breached his succulent lips was all too wanton in its direction. Permission asked with a coy glance was answered explicitly and Chris could never mistake such passionate need. His head lowered again to nibble her legs. The soft pecks at her upper thighs caused a multitude of sensations, one of which parted her limbs, as he had hoped.
Claire’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt the coolness of his tongue drift across her folds. Arms caressed her legs, begging further entrance and she submitted more than willingly to the request. As his hands urged her buttocks forward on the stool, she complied with that demand, knowing full well that she would enjoy whatever he could lavish upon her.
And, lavish he did…
Chris ran his tongue up one side of her inner lips and down the other, not breaking contact at the pinnacle of each lap. Several times he repeated the maneuver, smiling inwardly as Claire’s hands settled on his head, manipulating his scalp gratefully as he completed each cycle. He paused, tweaking her clit with his tongue before slipping it between his lips. The tongue took up position on her bud again as he gently sucked her in a starkly erotic rhythm. The insistent moans gave him reason to continue. The pawing of his hair and ears kept him grounded in his quest.
Minutes surely ticked away like hours as their hunger grew. Finally releasing her bud, Larabee breathed heavily of her scent, allowing his exhale to cool the burning flesh he teased. He loved being here. Enjoying a woman so completely, as she reveled in the sensation he visited upon her body. The center of her desire became his, all other purpose taking a backseat for this moment in time.
His tongue darted out again, catching her clit unprepared and Claire gripped his head tightly, showing her gratification and want. Larabee was happy to oblige, his lips returning to her folds to tease some more.
Claire was in heaven! The depth of her desire had grown each time he lowered his head to her. She wanted what he was giving, more desperately with each passing second. His tongue and lips caused wave after wave of incredible hunger as they teased and pondered her folds. She felt a single finger press into her wetness. Closing her eyes tightly, she pushed against the intrusion.
Chris knew he wasn’t reading the signs wrong. The surge of her hips against his wandering digits prompted a second finger to join the first. His thumb tickled her inner lips gently as his tongue concentrated on the engorged clit before his eyes. It cried out for release. A mission the blond had every intention of completing. Lapping the hardness several more times, he felt his lady tense with impending orgasm.
In sheer ecstasy, Claire subdued the cry of delight as her climax stretched from the far reaches of her limbs and culminated at the place where her lover’s lips met the very heart of her sexuality. As the orgasm gain free reign over her body, so too did a fervent growl as it finally escaped her lungs. Every nerve was on fire, imploring relief, yet demanding continued fuel to feed the flame.
Hearing the scream of rapture brought a smile to Larabee’s busy lips, yet his tongue refused to relinquish its quest as the purposeful lapping slowly began to subside. Chris wanted the downward journey to be just as gratifying as the uphill climb. Another task he dared not forsake.
Coming slowly down to earth, Claire continued to savor the tenderness between her legs. A man’s ultimate gift, one she always enjoyed. Larabee was magnificent in more ways than the obvious.
Feeling his gentle manipulations slow again, the brunette closed her eyes and took in one final deep breath. As his finger slipped from her center, she felt a sudden longing and pawed at his hair, drawing his lips to hers.
The blond wanted nothing more to share the taste of his lover, with his lover. He leaned up to capture her lips, going deep inside her mouth as she welcomed him inside. The kiss was wild, each partner vying for position. Arms and hands locked several times as the couple enjoyed the embrace with new life. As the fiery kiss sizzled in the warmth of the shower’s stray sprinkles, Claire and Chris made eye contact once more.
He held her cheeks in his hands, offering soft pecks at her mouth.
She cupped his hands with hers, slowly reveling in the aftermath of an orgasm unsurpassed.
Chris kissed her, ever so gently this time. His lips nipped lightly at hers, planting solidly only when she’d parted for him, allowing the dance of sweet embrace to erupt with their tongues. The tenderness of his passion sent the embers of a firestorm through her once more.
Blindly, arms reached out for the man before her. Hands pulled him closer, begging the attention to continue. As the embrace did, nimble fingers found their way to his muscular buttocks, squeezing appreciatively at the glorious mounds.
Larabee groaned loudly as his erection was pushed against her wetness. He duplicated the actions as Claire massaged his back and butt. Her hands sent silent messages to every fiber of his consciousness, driving the lust that coveted her depths.
The brunette was good at reading signs too. Hands quickly pulled his lips from hers as she searched his eyes. The message of desired coupling exchanged instantly in the heat of the gaze. She wanted him deep inside her as desperately as Chris needed to be there. "How?" she whispered.
The ardor of his renewed kiss did not bare the answer; instead the insistence of his arms relayed the message loud and clear.
Rising up to keep contact with his ascending mouth, Claire relinquished the bond only when he’d conveyed his desire thoroughly. She began to turn at the insistence of his hands, yet completed only half the revolution before Larabee stopped her. His lips traveled to hers, yet they did not share a kiss. The soft puckers met briefly before he pushed her back the way she had turned. His lips traveled to her ear, his voice barely audible even given its closeness. "Alright?" he requested her agreement, his hips pushed forward so she understood his intent.
Intrigued and aroused, Claire had no doubt, what he wanted. She also had no doubt, that she would allow whatever he needed. Anything, to feel him within her body, fulfilling her own burning desires. She slowly bent over, resting her hands on the built-in shower stool.
Submissive wasn’t a designation Chris would ever associate with Claire, but at that moment in time, he had no other words to describe the change in her body language. He knew, beyond a doubt, that his request had been granted. Slowly letting his weight lift from her body, hands tracked a path up her spine and slowly… ever so slowly, back to her rear.
Claire's eyes closed as his hands drifted between her legs in pursuit of her moisture. She searched out a better grip on the slick surface of the stool. Parting her hands, she found the perfect perch.
For endless minutes, she sank deeper into the void of lust. Expert fingers worked her to the pinnacle of desire. Alternate points were tempted. Pert nipples stood proudly under the caress that found them out. Her head rocked slowly as his tongues and teeth worked miracles on the sensitive flesh of her back. She gave in to him completely as the hot steamy atmosphere within the shower cubicle increased with the passage of time.
As her breath quickened, Larabee took his cue. His hands moved to her shoulders and his fingers dug in gently as he pushed her forward again.
Claire could do nothing but comply. Endless fervor would allow nothing more. She wanted him inside her… nothing more, nothing less.
One last time the blond’s hand reached between her legs and ensured her readiness. Her soft moans encouraged him before he moved his erection into position.
Claire knew she was more than ready for his entrance. It came painfully slow as his hands took a firm hold of her hips. She tried to buck against him as her head dropped down but Chris was intent in his actions. Her eyes closed as he completed his journey, pushing heavily into the depths of her folds. "Oh... Chris," she groaned, her words a plea for his continuance.
Larabee's own eyes were closed as he relished the tightness around his manhood. The corners of his lips curled at the seduction in her voice. Then, as slowly as he had entered, he withdrew, lingering at the entrance before returning himself to his previous position.
His slow, purposeful strokes continued for several tempting minutes before Claire could take it no longer. At the apex of his outward motion, she forced herself backward to meet his incoming advance. The movement was accompanied by a low growl. "Damn you, Larabee."
Chris could only smirk. He held himself, buried deep within her body as he replied. "Now is that anyway to talk?" he teased.
Claire’s head rested against her arm, "No talk," she said sternly. She pushed her hips back to meet his, simultaneously bracing her palms against the stall. "Just action."
Larabee's all too allusive grin spread wide across his face. "Yes, ma'am," his reply was accompanied by a quick withdrawal and return motion.
An appreciative moan escaped her lips again. "That's... much... better," she stuttered out between his quickening pace.
Endless minutes passed with only the sound of soft groans mingled with water spray. Claire’s breath became erratic as her vocal appreciation grew and the ATF agent knew he could bring her satisfaction again. He squeezed the soft curve of her hip before matching the curl of her back to reach between her legs. Still buried deep within her body, he teased her clit playfully. The other hand reached for her breast, as he trusted her to support their weigh.
Once more, her head dropped as she enjoyed his extra attentions. The seconds passed like hours as he drew her closer to the apex of fulfillment.
The sudden arch of her back signaled the approach of her orgasm. The low squeal that erupted changed quickly to an explosive cry of pleasure. The forceful motion of her hips told Chris what she wanted. He quickly straightened his stance and forced his manhood to give her all she was begging for. Her moans of pleasure increased again as another wave of orgasmic energy ran its course through her body. "Don't... stop... Chris," she begged.
He couldn't...
Feeling his own orgasm approaching fast, the blond couldn't have stopped even if he'd wanted to. He quickened his pace once more, a growl escaping his own lips. "Wouldn't... dare..." he replied brokenly.
A fevered pitch ensued as the two bodies worked to please each other. Claire rode out another wave of ecstasy as Chris approached his.
And then it came.
The growl that sprang forth brought a smile to her panting lips. The tight hold he had on her hips tightened even more as his movements became jerky, spasms of ecstasy signaled his giving. Claire could only grin as his offering filled her.
His eyes slowly opened and quickly he released the strong hold he had on her flesh. Several final strokes completed his journey before he ceased to move, held within, yet sated.
The brunette took the time to slow her breathing and heart rate. Damn! she cussed silently. She couldn’t remember anything like this.
Rubbing his hands up and then down her hips, Chris straightened his stance and slowly withdrew himself from her depths. As their bodies separated Larabee turned Claire in his arms and pulled her close.
For a moment, their eyes met and they smiled at each other's satisfaction. Then slowly, as though in a wild, wishful dream, Chris' lips met hers. Soft, seductive lips enveloped one another before parting. Tongues explored the last vestiges of their bodies before separating again. The embrace lasted an eternity as they simply held on, arms wrapped tightly, sealing the covenant.
When the kiss ended, Claire's head fell to his chest. A deep purposeful breath drew much needed oxygen into her lungs.
Larabee was still smiling as he again took the lead. Scooping her hand up in his, he brought it to his lips and kissed the ridges of each knuckle in turn. Pulling her under the showerhead, he laughed quietly as she sighed.
The hot water washed away the telltale signs of their lovemaking, but it could never take away the beautiful blush of her cheek. "What say we get dried off... and get some sleep," Chris whispered.
Claire managed to nod. She continued to smile as he turned off the water and guided her towards the curtain. She was all too willing to follow him anywhere, but his last words echoed in her thoughts...
'Sleep...?' She seriously wondered how long THAT would last.
But then again, her ‘wild dreams’ had to come from somewhere…
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THE END
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