She found it hard to breathe after a few minutes and her breathing grew more shallow the closer she got. It was incredible, the way he was making her feel, the things he was doing to her. Claire bit her lip hard, sure that she had drawn blood after a second. But none of that matter because the throbbing between her legs intensified and grew to an almost unbearable level before she exploded and fell over the peak. Crying out, Claire's fingers tightened in his hair and she jerked her hips up, though in an attempt to pull away from his mouth as her body shivered and pulsated with release. His name was a pleading, breathless sob on her lips before her body relaxed and she lifted both hands to her face while she tried to recover.
It really was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen or heard, and Gabe had fooled around with a lot of girls. Some weren't comfortable enough to reach orgasm and some just faked it before they got there, not really aware of what they were missing. Claire, he was sure, had just climaxed, and it was all because of him. Even if he couldn't claim her, he could at least take credit for making her feel amazing. As she caught her breath, Gabe licked her a few more times, then pulled her panties back up and into place. He had the feeling she'd be selfconcious if he left them down. Then he crawled up beside her, kissing up her body along the way. "You are so, so beautiful," he whispered.
Gabe knew her well enough, it seemed, since Claire would have probably pulled her panties up afterward anyway. Laying out there half naked was one thing, but she would have been far too self conscious and worried if she lost her undergarments along with everything else. She felt sated, and incredible, and her hands fell away from her face as she felt him kissing up her body. She flushed when he called her beautiful and she nearly denied it, but she knew it might ruin the moment, so instead she smiled weakly before her hand slid through her hair and she lifted her head up from the ground to kiss him. She could taste herself, which was another new experience for her, but not a repulsive one. "Lay down," Claire instructed, eager now to make him feel as good as he made her. Or at least try to. She wasn't ignorant to the way his erection pressed against her through his boxer briefs, and Claire had been dying to touch him practically all night.
He was glad when she stopped hiding her face behind her hands, since he'd really been wanting to kiss her. It helped that she instigated it, as he'd been unsure if she'd let him; some girls weren't willing to kiss a guy after he'd gone down on her. It was nice to know Claire wasn't one of those girls. He tried to keep the kiss soft and slow, but his own urgency was returning. She'd touched him earlier, but that was before they'd settled on the ground, and his erection had been feeling quite neglected since then. As much as he tried to ignore it, he wanted her hands on him, and was eager to do as she said. Gabe laid back on the grass, pulling her along with him. He wanted to keep up that contact, to touch her as much as he could while she saw to him.
Claire grinned when he pulled her with him and she placed her hands on either side of his head against the ground to keep herself up. She dipped her head down to kiss him again, feeling a lot more bold and free since her orgasm. She didn't know what it was, but she felt an incredible eagerness to touch him all over. Claire trailed her kisses down his jaw to his neck and throat, and then lower to his chest. She straddled him, feeling his erection pushing against the juncture of her thighs again, and she was thankful there was material between them, otherwise she wasn't sure she could have resisted sinking down upon him. Claire mimicked his earlier movements and shifted down his body, her tongue flicking out every inch or so to lick his skin. It had been a long time since she had pleasured a guy the way she intended to pleasure him, and she sent up a prayer that she remembered how to do it right. And well.