She sighed softly, from his touch, which turned into an appreciative hum, when she got her hands on his skin. She always had a thing for well toned men, and sliding her hands under his, now open, shirt and over his abs, told her he was in just as good of shape, as she'd expected.
"Oh yeah, I have great taste." She was teasing, but not really. He didn't need the ego stroke, but heck with it. She wanted him to know she liked what she - well, felt.
Wesker didn't just spend a lot of time in a lab. He put a lot of work into staying fit and keeping his combat skills sharp. The former was something Claire clearly appreciated.
"Impeccable," he agreed. A little ego stroking never hurt with him, as long as it was genuine.
He drew back just long enough to slip his shirt off and drop it on the floor. That was going to leave him looking disheveled when he dressed in the morning, but he didn't care for right now.
With his shirt out of the way he pulled her close again, this time slipping his hand underneath her shirt to slide along her belly, slowly upward.
She had a washer and dryer, he didn't have to 'walk of shame' out of her place.
Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. Dear lord, just look at him. Her eyes roved over him, while he dropped his shirt. Then slid her hand into his hair, pulling him down to kiss him again.
His hand was warm in her skin, strong, confident. And tantalizing. It made her glad she'd opted out of a bra; one less thing for them to remove.
She wasn't the only one glad that she'd chosen not to wear a bra. It meant nothing was in his way when he cupped her soft breast again, slowly circling her nipple with his thumb as they kissed.
To tease her a little, he rocked his hips forward, letting the prominent bulge in his pants brush against her. It didn't help his patience, but if it tempted her even a bit more, it was worthwhile.
Maybe if it hadn't been so long, for her, it might not be so easy for him to drive her crazy. As it was, his teasing just made her impatient for more.
She let him go, only to blindly grab his belt, and tug him into her, while she worked at the buckle. She nipped his lower lip again, in retaliation for his tormenting.
"Mm, getting impatient, I see," he practically purred, pleased that Claire was comfortable with things moving a bit faster. It had been a while for him too, but it seemed that they were both just as eager.
Underneath the black slacks were light gray boxer briefs with a clear outline of his rock hard erection. Just the thought of feeling her warm fingers on him for the first time made Wesker lick his lips.
She had no shame about it. He was there, her deepest forbidden fantasy come true, and she wanted him. And he could tease her about it all he wanted, but from the looks of things, he felt the same.
His briefs hugged him and outlined everything, but she thought, maybe her eyes were playing tricks. Not really looking to go backwards, she slid a hand down, over his cloth covered erection, and- No way.
"You have got to be kidding me." It wasn't an unhappy declaration, more shocked, with a clear undertone of intimidated. It had been a while, and he was apparently huge.
"You could have warned me. I'd have done some stretches."
It wasn't the skin on skin contact he was craving, but her touch felt warm and pleasant nonetheless. He pressed forward against her palm, and chuckled at her comment.
"Perhaps I should have," he conceded, though that would have seemed like boasting, and while Wesker did boast about many things, dick size wasn't one of them.
"But don't worry," he added, trailing his fingertips slowly up her inner thigh as he pressed a soft kiss against her jaw. "I'm going to make sure you're very ready for me."
His first touch was light, barely there over the fabric of her panties, carefully teasing.
Just that assurance was enough to make her knees feel weak. She pressed into that light touch, much as he'd done to her before, wanting him to follow through, sooner than later. He'd been right; she was getting very impatient.
"You are," he agreed, lightly grazing her jaw with his teeth before drawing back. "We should do something about that."
Wesker brought both hands to the hem of her shirt, and when she raised her arms he pulled it over her head and discarded it somewhere on the floor with his own shirt. Then he leaned in for another kiss, one hand resting on her hip as the other slowly unfastened her skirt.
She made a little sound, at that light tease of teeth, before he drew away. But it was for a good cause, and she lifted her arms dutifully. And when she felt her skirt loosen, she gave a little hip shimmy, and let it fall, kicking it away absently.
Now he was behind. She drew away from him, with a wicked little smile. Her hands snuck under the band of his briefs, and down they went, and she knelt down in the same motion. It put her eye level with what she'd only felt so far.
She wrapped a hand around his shaft, and felt dwarfed. But when had she ever backed down from a challenge? She gave it a few, testing strokes, then just went for it. Her lips parted, and gave the head a slow lick.
Although he wanted it, Wesker hadn't planned to ask her to do anything oral. At least, not this time. It was something that could have waited, but now, seeing her kneeling in front of him with his cock in her hand, any objections died in his throat. His cock twitched in her grasp, and his eyes glowed brighter as he watched her with rapt attention.
That first lick made him inhale sharply. Her tongue felt deliciously warm and soft, and he couldn't deny that he wanted more, but he wasn't sure what to expect. Perhaps that made it more exciting.
Claire was the type that got a lot of pleasure out of giving to her partner. No one could ever accuse her of being a pillow queen. And while not exactly dominate, she could be very aggressive, when it came to things she wanted in bed. And she'd been thinking about doing this all week long.
Slowly, she let the tip push passed the gentle seal of her lips, keeping light pressure, as she went as far as she could go. Frustratingly not as far as she'd done on passed boyfriends, but they'd never been nearly as big as Wesker was. She'd be able to go farther with practice, but that was for later. Right now, she could still do plenty.
At first, she kept it shallow, drawing back so just the head was in her mouth. She teased and caressed with her tongue, exploring to see what and where he liked things. Then she worked down further, and started a rhythm, bobbing her head and keeping pace with her hand around his shaft, to compensate for what her mouth couldn't yet handle.
He didn't expect her to be able to take his full length, nor did he want her to try. Wesker couldn't imagine it being very comfortable, and if she was going to go down on him, he wanted her to be able to enjoy it.
While she explored him with her mouth, he threaded his fingers through her hair; not applying pressure or directing her, just to be touching her and show his appreciation.
His breathing became heavier, and each time her tongue stroked a sensitive spot Wesker made a soft sound in the back of his throat. His cock stiffened further under her touch, the soft skin contrasting with the heavy hardness.
She pays attention to the sounds he makes, and gives special focus to the places that get the best reactions from him. She goes until hey had starts to ache, and then pushes herself a little longer. But eventually, she pulls back, a bit breathless, rubbing two fingers into the muscle just below her ear.
With her jaw sore, Wesker thought it would be the perfect time for her to relax while he had his turn. In a few swift movements he bent to lift her up and lie her back on the bed, his red eyes glowing as he admired her for a moment. Claire was beautiful. He'd thought so since he'd met her.
Hooking his fingers under the waistband, he slowly dragged her panties down her long legs, taking his time to savor the view.
When the fabric was discarded, Wesker settled between her legs and gave her clit a soft, teasing lick, slit pupils focused on her face to see her reaction.
She forgot to breathe, and only realized she'd been holding her breath when that first stroke of his tongue slid across her sensitive bundle of never. It all rushed out of her on a low "Oh fuck".
The sight of him nestled between her thighs was just as erotic as what he was doing there. Instinct pushed her to close her eyes, to savor the pleasure and let herself fall into it, but she resisted. Those eyes watching her watch him, just flat did it for her.
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"Oh yeah, I have great taste." She was teasing, but not really. He didn't need the ego stroke, but heck with it. She wanted him to know she liked what she - well, felt.
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"Impeccable," he agreed. A little ego stroking never hurt with him, as long as it was genuine.
He drew back just long enough to slip his shirt off and drop it on the floor. That was going to leave him looking disheveled when he dressed in the morning, but he didn't care for right now.
With his shirt out of the way he pulled her close again, this time slipping his hand underneath her shirt to slide along her belly, slowly upward.
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Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. Dear lord, just look at him. Her eyes roved over him, while he dropped his shirt. Then slid her hand into his hair, pulling him down to kiss him again.
His hand was warm in her skin, strong, confident. And tantalizing. It made her glad she'd opted out of a bra; one less thing for them to remove.
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To tease her a little, he rocked his hips forward, letting the prominent bulge in his pants brush against her. It didn't help his patience, but if it tempted her even a bit more, it was worthwhile.
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She let him go, only to blindly grab his belt, and tug him into her, while she worked at the buckle. She nipped his lower lip again, in retaliation for his tormenting.
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Underneath the black slacks were light gray boxer briefs with a clear outline of his rock hard erection. Just the thought of feeling her warm fingers on him for the first time made Wesker lick his lips.
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She had no shame about it. He was there, her deepest forbidden fantasy come true, and she wanted him. And he could tease her about it all he wanted, but from the looks of things, he felt the same.
His briefs hugged him and outlined everything, but she thought, maybe her eyes were playing tricks. Not really looking to go backwards, she slid a hand down, over his cloth covered erection, and- No way.
"You have got to be kidding me." It wasn't an unhappy declaration, more shocked, with a clear undertone of intimidated. It had been a while, and he was apparently huge.
"You could have warned me. I'd have done some stretches."
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"Perhaps I should have," he conceded, though that would have seemed like boasting, and while Wesker did boast about many things, dick size wasn't one of them.
"But don't worry," he added, trailing his fingertips slowly up her inner thigh as he pressed a soft kiss against her jaw. "I'm going to make sure you're very ready for me."
His first touch was light, barely there over the fabric of her panties, carefully teasing.
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"I'm feeling very over dressed for this."
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Wesker brought both hands to the hem of her shirt, and when she raised her arms he pulled it over her head and discarded it somewhere on the floor with his own shirt. Then he leaned in for another kiss, one hand resting on her hip as the other slowly unfastened her skirt.
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Now he was behind. She drew away from him, with a wicked little smile. Her hands snuck under the band of his briefs, and down they went, and she knelt down in the same motion. It put her eye level with what she'd only felt so far.
She wrapped a hand around his shaft, and felt dwarfed. But when had she ever backed down from a challenge? She gave it a few, testing strokes, then just went for it. Her lips parted, and gave the head a slow lick.
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That first lick made him inhale sharply. Her tongue felt deliciously warm and soft, and he couldn't deny that he wanted more, but he wasn't sure what to expect. Perhaps that made it more exciting.
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Slowly, she let the tip push passed the gentle seal of her lips, keeping light pressure, as she went as far as she could go. Frustratingly not as far as she'd done on passed boyfriends, but they'd never been nearly as big as Wesker was. She'd be able to go farther with practice, but that was for later. Right now, she could still do plenty.
At first, she kept it shallow, drawing back so just the head was in her mouth. She teased and caressed with her tongue, exploring to see what and where he liked things. Then she worked down further, and started a rhythm, bobbing her head and keeping pace with her hand around his shaft, to compensate for what her mouth couldn't yet handle.
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While she explored him with her mouth, he threaded his fingers through her hair; not applying pressure or directing her, just to be touching her and show his appreciation.
His breathing became heavier, and each time her tongue stroked a sensitive spot Wesker made a soft sound in the back of his throat. His cock stiffened further under her touch, the soft skin contrasting with the heavy hardness.
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Hooking his fingers under the waistband, he slowly dragged her panties down her long legs, taking his time to savor the view.
When the fabric was discarded, Wesker settled between her legs and gave her clit a soft, teasing lick, slit pupils focused on her face to see her reaction.
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The sight of him nestled between her thighs was just as erotic as what he was doing there. Instinct pushed her to close her eyes, to savor the pleasure and let herself fall into it, but she resisted. Those eyes watching her watch him, just flat did it for her.