Break In Two (16 page)

Claire raised her champagne glass, "To Jessica!" she said.

Cole clinked his glass to hers, "To Jessica, wherever she may be," he said with a formal nod.

The two sat on the balcony in their robes, eating supper, and enjoying the warm night air.

Cole asked, "Claire, how come you didn't have a boyfriend before you were in college?"

Claire looked a little embarrassed, "I was a chubby nerd. Teenage boys aren't exactly into fat girls or smart girls and they certainly don't want to date a girl that is both of those things."

Cole nodded his head, "Boys are fucking idiots until they are almost thirty."

Claire laughed, "I've often wondered about that."

Cole's face suddenly turned serious, "Do you want to hear about the first time I made love that really mattered?"

Claire gave him an intrigued look, "Yeah. That I would like to hear."

"Well," Cole gave her a little grin, "I took this sexy-as-hell chef fridge shopping once. It turns out that she had some type of appliance fetish, so lucky me that I didn't send someone else with her because I wanted to be with her from the moment I first laid eyes on her. She was in her car, putting her hair in a ponytail and putting on some lip gloss and there was just something about her that got to me. Anyway, a few weeks later we went and bought a fridge. We got back to the ranch after she wolfed down a burger and fries and she jumped right on me and we made love right outside in the daylight, then the shower, then my bed..."

"Sounds hot. Maybe I could get a replay of that night?"

"Sure, it was actually more amazing than it sounds. First I just have to save up for another fridge," he said as he filled up their champagne glasses again.

Claire laughed, "I was thinking of testing out that bed. Wanna come?"

Cole grinned back at her, "I always want to come with you."

"That was too easy," she said. "Oh, just heard it myself. I said easy."

Cole stood up and took Claire's hands, pulling her up to him. He opened the French doors to the room and led her over to the bed and then turned her to face him. He lowered his mouth to hers, tasting like champagne. Untying the sash of her bathrobe as he kissed her, Cole parted the robe and placed his hands on her hips and then ran them over her back and ass. Claire shivered at the feel of his fingers barely touching her. She could tell that he was already hard and the thought of him inside her, along with the touch of his skin on hers made her wet.

With one hand behind Cole's neck, Claire used her other to open his bathrobe. She touched his chest with her fingers feeling his muscles flex. She could feel a shift in their bodies; it was somehow more intimate than before. In that moment, her heart was so full of emotion it felt like it might burst.

Cole took his time, exploring her with his hands. He slowly moved them up and down her back then slid them up her sides, feeling the curve of her breasts with his thumbs. He brought his hands up to her shoulders causing her bathrobe to fall to the floor. He saw her shudder as the cool air touched her body and opened his own robe, wrapping it around her. She felt so tiny in his arms and his heart stirred at the thought of always wanting to keep her warm and safe.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her head down on the pillow, then sloughing off his robe as Claire got under the covers. She looked him up and down, watching his sculpted body as he climbed into bed, lying on his side facing her. She lifted the covers over Cole as well so they were cozy and warm together.

He used one hand to prop his head up and the other to slowly trace the curves of her body, as though painting a picture of her. His eyes followed his finger as he took in the view of her completely nude form. He was the first man that she had allowed to see her like this without feeling at all self-conscious. The look of desire in his eyes was just about the sexiest thing she had ever seen. His expression, along with the feeling of his finger brushing against her skin ever so lightly made her tingle with anticipation.

"You have perfect breasts," he said as he made slow circles around her nipples and then ran his tongue over each one. Claire arched her back, wanting him to take her breast in his mouth, but he moved on, brushing his finger, followed by his tongue down her in a straight line from the middle of her breasts to her belly button.

He moved over to one hip, "I love the curve of your hips," and then across to the other one. Cole moved his finger over to her inner thigh and then his mouth followed. Claire lifted her ass a little, willing him to move over to her pussy, but he moved down the inside of her thigh instead. Claire let out a little sigh of frustration causing Cole to stop and look at her with a hint of amusement.

"Hmmm, somebody is getting impatient..." he said as he kept moving down towards her ankle, "I intend to take my time."

Once there, he moved over to the other ankle and back up her other leg. When he reached the top of her inner thigh again, just inches from where she wanted him, he flipped her body over, so she was lying on her stomach. Claire let out a little gasp in surprise.

Cole groaned at the sight of her naked backside as he moved her hair to one side and kissed her neck. He let his fingers linger along her spine all the way to the top of her ass, causing her to shiver with the feel of it.

"I feel bad for you, Claire, you're never going to get to see this flawless ass."

He continued using his finger and tongue to caress her bottom until he reached the top of her legs. She tilted herself toward his mouth to offer him full access to her. He hovered for a moment and then started down the inside of the back of her leg. Using his large, skilled hands, he massaged her ankles, feet, and then her legs with such methodical movements that it seemed as though he was trying to touch every inch of her.

"You're perfect," He skimmed his hands over her ass, and then started massaging her back, shoulders, and neck, then her arms, one at a time. Claire sighed, this time with the bliss of being touched, adored and cared for.

"Oh, I forgot something," he said, as he moved his hands back down to her ass. He rubbed her bottom, teasing her with his thumbs getting closer to her center and then moving them away. Claire tilted herself up again, this time rewarded with his thumbs gliding slowly along her sex. Claire moaned as he brought the tips of his thumbs in further. He kept them there, caressing her, feeling her wet, hot pussy and then moving his hands under her hips and lifting her up onto her knees. Claire turned her head and looked over her shoulder, her face flushed with excitement. Cole answered her look with his eyes full of lust as he lowered his mouth over her ass.

With deliberate strokes of his tongue along the length of her, he brought her breathing to a quickened, almost frantic pace. She would try to wriggle from side to side as his tongue reached her center, but he refused to stop there or plunge his tongue into her as she ached for him to. Instead, he followed his tongue with his hand, rubbing her sex and slipping one finger in only as far as its tip, stroking just barely inside her.

Claire felt as though she would burst if he didn't bury himself inside her, either with his tongue or his cock. The moan that escaped from her throat was one of complete desperation. Cole's cock had been rock-hard the entire time that he was touching and massaging her, excited by what was going to happen, excited by his ability to give so much pleasure and knowing how badly she wanted him, even though she had just had him such a short time earlier.

Claire splayed her knees apart, lowering her body closer to the mattress and opening her core to him, begging him to enter her with her breath, and the small circles she made with her hips.

"You are so fucking sexy," he growled as he moved his mouth along her spine up toward her neck. When his lips settled on the nape of her neck, he lowered his body to cover hers. Holding himself up with one hand, Cole wrapped the other hand under her and pressed his fingers against her clit.

Claire gasped, "Yes, Cole, please fuck me," as she turned her head to bring her cheek close to his, her mouth searching for his. He slid his fingers inside her pussy slowly as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Her lips opened to accept his tongue greedily.

Cole took his fingers out and held his cock in his hand, pressing it to her sex, teasing her with it and then spanking her pussy with three hard slaps. Claire pushed her body back onto his length on the third motion, rocking her hips from side to side to bury him inside her. Cole let out a low moan and placed his hand over her core, tightening her around him. He was half-way in and pulled himself out slowly almost all the way. Claire let out another shameless cry of pleading. She was far beyond the ability to refrain herself from begging now.

Cole thrust himself to the hilt inside her in one quick move, feeling her tighten around him with such force as to never let him go. The feeling was explosive for them both. There was no stopping it now, they were both overtaken by a need so primitive and overwhelming that they had to obey it. Cole pulled himself back half-way and then plunged in again, feeling his cock move in and out with his fingers over her sex. He rocked his hips in an upward motion when he reached the end of each thrust, lifting her off the bed a little each time. He held her firmly with his hand, pulling himself back and forth over and over. She could feel his entire body working to fuck her, his powerful legs against the backs of her thighs, his arm that kept him from collapsing on her, his core as he slammed himself into her, his hand that rubbed her and secured his cock inside her. She was completely filled with him and had never felt such a strong need to come in her life.

"You're pussy is so wet, so tight. I want you to come all over my cock, Claire. I want to feel you coming."

"Yes, yes, Cole," she could hardly speak, "I'm ready" she said, urging him to increase his pace and his force.

She turned her head to reach his mouth again. Their tongues melded together frantically as their bodies reached the breaking point. He continued to ram himself into her until they both came with a violent pleasure. She pushed her ass into him with all the strength remaining in her arms and body to accept his orgasm and fuel her own. They remained fused together for a long time, until they collapsed to the bed, exhausted. Cole lay on top of her, legs entwined, with his cheek pressed to hers, wet with sweat. Claire felt the full weight of him on her body, connecting her to the bed, keeping her warm. Slowly, they caught their breath, feeling completely satisfied for the first time in weeks.

"I love you," he whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible.

Tears welled up in Claire's eyes, "I love you too."

He pulled himself off of her, bringing himself to lie beside her. Claire rolled onto her side to face him. Their lips met for lingering, sweet kisses until the need for sleep overtook Claire. She flipped over and pushed her naked body into him. Cole wrapped his top arm over her and laced his fingers into hers, holding their hands into her chest.

A few minutes later as they were drifting off to sleep, Cole said, "Claire? If I had known you when you were a teenager, I would have wanted to be with you. I know I would have seen you. You know? Really seen you."

"How do you do that?" Claire said, turning her face to his.

"Do what?"

"How do you take something that hurt me and make it okay?" Claire asked.

"It's a gift," Cole said, lifting his eyebrows, trying to sound mysterious.

"I'm serious. You're incredible," Claire lifted her head and kissed him. "You better be careful, Cole. If you keep this up, you're never going to get rid of me."

"That's my plan," he said scooping her into his arms and closing his eyes. "Now let me get some sleep, I have a sexy girlfriend who’s like a bottomless lust pit. I need to rest up so I can try to keep her satisfied."

Claire giggled and closed her eyes, feeling completely peaceful.

The next morning started as the night before had ended. When it was over the pair lay together, bodies sweaty and entwined, trying to catch their breath for a few minutes. The sun shone through the French doors to the suite as Claire caressed Cole's chest lazily with her hand.

She smiled with satisfaction, "I am starving. I need to refuel."

"Room service or restaurant?" Cole asked.

"Room service. I have no make-up and - if you recall - no panties."

"Right, I forgot about that. But you really don't need either."

They ordered, then put their bathrobes on and lay in bed waiting for the food to arrive. Cole lay on his back and Claire on her tummy, resting her head on his chest.

"Tell me about your parents, Claire," he said suddenly.

Claire lifted her head and looked at him for a moment, "You know, most people are uncomfortable hearing about them once they know they are dead. It's too sad and they don't know what to say. Not you though, you just dive right in. I love that about you."

"They are your parents. I want to know about them."

Claire nodded, "Well, my mom, Vivian, was a beautiful woman. She had brilliant blue eyes and blonde hair that would shine in the sunlight. I can still hear her warm laugh in my mind and she had a great sense of humour; she loved to tease my dad and us girls. She played the cello and taught lessons at our house in the evenings and on weekends. I still love the low sounds of the cello. It makes me feel calm and peaceful. My parents were quite young when they had my sister, only twenty. They got married shortly before she was born and made a go of it.

My dad, Conrad, was a family lawyer. He somehow managed to finish his law degree while working full time to support us. He had quite a successful practice. He's why my sister, Janet, is a lawyer now. He was tall with black hair and green eyes. He loved to cook and I used to spend hours in the kitchen with him cooking and creating new recipes. When he was in the kitchen, I got to experiment with whatever ingredients I wanted. Sometimes my mom would get a little pissed off if I had ruined the prawns she had bought by putting some new sauce that I'd created that tasted awful. She would say, "Can't you just let her practice with one or two of the prawns? Why all of them?" He would just smile and say, "My Claire is creating art and I will not stand in the way of that. Someday, she will be the world's greatest chef!"

He and my mom were one of those couples that just belonged together. They started dating in senior year and even at the end, they couldn't get enough of each other. They were always laughing, talking or touching each other. On Friday nights, they would have an 'at-home' date. They would make pizza for us and my mom would put us to bed, while my dad would whip up some fabulous meal for them. They would light candles and eat and talk. They set the standards pretty high for us for what love should be. My sister and her husband, Ted, are like them. They've been together since high school. I always wanted what they had - that connection - you know? I thought I'd meet my soul mate before I was twenty and that would be that. But, here I am at thirty-one, still searching."

Cole stared at her for a second and then said, "Well, maybe you've had a longer search, but I'm here now."

Claire's eyes filled with tears, "You are, aren't you?" she whispered.