Her eyes shot open when she felt him take her panties off, and she nearly reached for something to cover herself up, but there wasn't anything around, and again, she knew he had already seen her naked the night before. There just wasn't any alcohol involved to calm her nerves tonight. There was another small surge of alarmed excitement, that maybe he was undressing her to have sex, but she realized his intentions when he began to kiss along her thighs. Oh god. Claire could feel the heat rise on her cheeks, even as her body pulsed with anticipation at what he might do. She suddenly felt incredibly self conscious, though she tried not to wriggle too much beneath him. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, but not in an effort to push him away as she just wanted to touch him again. Claire's chest heaved with each shaky breath she took and before she could say anything, she felt his mouth between her thighs and the most incredible sensations rippled through her body at an alarming pace. With a low moan, Claire's insecurities vanished and her hands slid through his hair.
Gabe had been told before that he was good at this and he'd always enjoyed it, but it didn't compare to doing it as a werewolf. Her taste was far stronger, more arousing than he'd ever imagined, and her scent seemed to possess him, drawing him in for more. He could feel a nervousness in her, but that seemed to drain away as his tongue slid against her. With her hands in his hair, Gabe closed his eyes and slid a finger into her as his tongue pressed against her clit. All that mattered at the moment was making her feel good, making up for the fact that he couldn't give her what they both wanted. Out by the river, with no one else around, he was hoping she would let go, forget about everything but him.
Another moan escaped her lips and her eyes drifted shut from the weight of pleasure she was feeling. "Oh my god." Claire bit her lip hard, trying to muffle the cries that threatened in her throat. No one had ever done this to her before, and she had never imagined it could feel so good. Or maybe it was just the fact that it was Gabe doing it to her. Everything still felt so unreal sometimes. Her fingers raked through his hair, her hips rocking gently against him as she craved more. She was already so turned on from just being around him tonight that she found all she could do was let go of all of her thoughts and lose herself in this. She was so close to the edge now that it kind of frightened her. "Gabe... I'm... don't stop," she pleaded breathlessly, unable to form a very coherent thought as the pressure inside of her built at a rapidly escalating pace.
After hearing her say his name like that, he wouldn't dare stop. The world could be ending and Gabe would still be buried between her legs, unable to care less. With the way she was rocking up against him, Gabe could tell she was enjoying herself, closer to the edge with every second. He slid a second finger into her, curling them upwards as he sucked on her clit, determined to make this the best she'd ever had. Even if he couldn't have her, this night would be memorable for her, no matter what. He wasn't too worried about himself, though he had to admit that doing this was making him awfully hard and ready for whatever it was she had to offer. Gabe knew she wouldn't leave him hanging.