God Of Crafting

A cold shiver moved up my spine as Claire's voice suddenly struck my ear, not only transmitting her soft-spoken if not whispered words, but also coming in as a wave of her warm breath.

"Now… Now… now… now…"

Claire's voice faded as she repeated herself while pulling her lips away.

"Now then…" Claire whispered as she now leaned over to the other side of my head.

Yet, rather than continuing with the process, she suddenly grew all silent, her weight shifting to indicate she had now leaned away.

"Actually…" Suddenly, Claire's voice returned to the norm, prompting me to open my eyes and look up at the look of distress mixing with confusion on her face. "I didn't really study enough of ASMR. So while I now understand what it is…"

Claire gulped her saliva down before turning her eyes down and then away to the side.

"I don't feel confident enough to perform it properly yet," she admitted before lowering her head only to then raise it just the small bit necessary for her eyes to look up and successfully lock on my face. "So, how about we put this promise off for some time later?"

For a moment, I simply stared at the girl, not really sure how to respond. In the end, however, I simply took a breath before smiling lightly and then shaking my head.

"Don't tell me you thought I would hold it against you," I asked, only to reach out with my hand and grab hold of her cheek, giving it a quick, small rub with my thumb. "I'm already happy knowing you want to do it for me. And, in fact, seeing how you came to me honestly like that…"

I shook my head again before letting go of Claire's cheek, only to wrap my hands around her shoulders instead as I brought her into a gentle, light hug.

"So, if you don't feel like doing it now, then… so be it?" I summed it up, turning the last part of my response into a question as if I were confused, not by why Claire wanted to put her promise off for later, but by what the issue was with her doing so.

Still…

Even though I had no problem with Claire putting her promise off for later… she was still sitting down on my lap. And I was still all hot and bothered after all the teasing she subjected me to while I was on the phone with her father.

"Then… how about we just go for a quick finish?" I suggested, leaning my head off to the side as I attempted to make myself look like a small puppy as I looked up into those deep, brown eyes of hers.

"A quickie, you say?" Claire followed my example and leaned her head off to the side, matching the tilt of my face as she suddenly wiggled her hips to and fro, as if to rub her crotch around mine to sense the position and state of my erection.

As soon as she did so, the playful if not outright mischievous look on her face grew into something much more passionate.

"Then… how would you like to do it?" she asked in a way that suggested she was happy to give up on the initiative in my favor here… Only to wrap her hands around my neck as she leaned so far down on me, she pretty much rested her entire body against my chest while leaning her head back just enough to still be able to speak straight into my face.

"Do you want us to hug each other closely as we make out and fuck?" she whispered from so close, her warm breath struck my eyes while on its mission to carry her words to my ears.

My dick twitched as I imagined the scenario… or rather, as I imagined Claire reaching down to grab my pride, lock it at just the right angle before pushing her hips down, impaling herself on my dick as she would move to make her suggestion a reality.

"Or maybe…"

Right as I was about to speak up and request the very thing she just offered, Claire suddenly let go of my back, only to place her hands on my chest before pushing me all the way down to the point where my back rested down on the upper part of the big, foldable chair we were in.

"Or maybe you would like me to ride you while giving you a perfect show of everything you might want to see?" she asked as she straddled my crotch and pushed her knees down, as if to lock them against the width of my hips, while she stretched her head back and pushed her chest out, all in an attempt to put an even greater focus on her shape.

"Or maybe…"

Using her knees that she locked on my hips, Claire reached out and grabbed me by the back of my neck again, only to suddenly heave herself over to the back, effectively pulling me back to a half-sitting position while laying herself all the way down on the bottom of the chair's cushions, with her knees now moving apart as she raised her thighs and then opened her legs up.

"Or maybe you want us to do it missionary-style, so that you can do whatever it is that you wish to do with me?" she asked while holding her hands up, as if begging me to grab hold and hug her as I would lock my dick on the opening of her pussy before conquering her insides with one, swift and decisive push.

"Or maybe…" the smile on Claire's lips, one that only grew bigger and wider as she carefully observed how my face changed as she ran through the possible positions, "or maybe you would like to take me like I'm some bitch in heat and rail me from behind?" Claire then asked, her smile wavering for but a second as a stray thought caused her eyes to twitch for just a single moment.

"The thing is, I can't really twist all that much more while we are still on the chair, so if that's how you would like to…"

Rather than keeping myself a mere subject of her teasing and flirting, I reached out and grabbed Claire by her waist… only to push my hands further, all the way to the point where I could lock my hands over her spine, giving me just enough handle and stability to kick the air with my legs as I stood up while carrying Claire up along.

"The last option," I smiled a little as I refused to look anywhere but Claire's face, "it certainly sounds interesting, doesn't it?" I whispered, taking one step and then the other… before dropping Claire down on the edge of the table from which I'd called her father just a few moments ago.

"What I can't help but wonder, though," I continued to speak as I gently nudged Claire to turn over, so that rather than sitting down on the desk's edge, she pressed down on it with her lower stomach as I gently pushed down on her spine while leaning down along with her.

"What did you think about to have your eyes twitch like that?" I asked while allowing just my right hand to reach back and lay down on Claire's shapely and divinely soft dumpy.

"Ah…"

With my hands already moving all over her body, Claire was starting to struggle to breathe properly.

Her breathing grew heavier, warmer… more moist. Even the glances she threw at me with the very edge of her eyes grew more intense and thirsty, as if she was now recalling just how she teased me before and feared I was here to enact my payback for that.

I wasn't petty enough to care about stuff like that, though. And so, as soon as the tip of my dick found the welcoming entrance to her insides, I held nothing back as I jerked my hips up!

In an instant, the sensation of my dick tensing up beyond any reason, the sensation of it being exposed to the elements, the sensation of it being left all alone despite how much it craved attention…

In a single push, all of those were replaced by the most welcoming, searing warmth. A warmth that quickly turned into near infernal yet still somehow pleasurable heat as Claire's inner folds squeezed down on me, wringing my dick dry as they pulled it even deeper and deeper inside.

'Wait, is it just me, or is she… shallower than before?'

As much trouble as I would find myself in over this wording… this was precisely how I felt. As if my dick suddenly grew an inch, making it so much easier for its tip to reach the entrance of her womb.

But my dick didn't grow. All the ads of the penis enlargement pills I saw when surfing the net in search of just the right set of tags that would strike my fancy in the past… they didn't work.

And most of all, I've never bought any to begin with, so even if they did work indeed, I wouldn't be any wiser about that.

And so, by simple logic and math, if it wasn't my dick that grew larger, then it had to be Claire's insides that…

Once again, there was something happening that I couldn't explain with the knowledge I had. And so, just as it had grown to be my habit, I simply threw this thought to the back of my head before reaching down for Claire's ass, adoring how it bounced whenever I would jerk my hips up or how it seemingly followed the movement of my hips during the rebound, refusing to let me go.

Yet, after just a moment of simply caressing the skin of Claire's ass, I moved my head closer and closer to the center, all the way to the point where it snuck close enough to her anus to make my intentions clear and known.

"Could it be…" I muttered, only to slow down my thrusting as I raised my head and looked down to where Claire's beautiful, long hair protected her expression from my inquisitive stare. "Are you, by any chance, curious about trying the other hole?"

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