A little moan and grind of her hips against me is all the answer I need. I crawl down her body. Laying little kisses along her flat stomach, her skin searing hot under my lips.
She settles against the couch under me as I slide my hands under her, cupping her ass in my hands as I reach her stomach.
She’s wet.
I know she is, I can already smell her arousal.
Smell the sweetness waiting for me when I get to her pussy.
I can’t even count the hours I’ve imagined seeing it for the first time, tasting her, sliding myself into her.
My lips catch in the valley between her pussy and her inner thighs.
“Oh…” It’s the first real sound she’s made. And if it’s even half of what she’s going to sound like with my cock fucking her I am going to fucking die.
“Easy, hellion, I’m going to take care of you. You don’t have to worry about a thing. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to tease you first.”
It’s a big claim. I don’t know if I’m going to last much longer, without driving my throbbing cock into her.
But I can try.
My fingers hook into the straps of her panties and gently slide them down her legs, kissing every inch of uncovered skin as I go.
Her pussy is fucking perfection.
I can’t stop myself as I gently part her lips and slide my tongue into her glistening pussy.
“Oh my god,” she gasps.
“Yes,” I murmur against her. I want every decibel of her pleasure. “You don’t hate me so much right, do you?”
I pull my tongue out and drag it slowly all the way up to the lower end of her clit. And then down to the bottom of her pussy. She shivers. Teasing her, I do it again and again
“Matthias, fuck… God, I hate you so much.” She wriggles down onto the couch, a silent beg for more of my tongue on her aching clit.
She can wait.
I can’t stop tasting her.
She tastes like the sweetest secret. This perfect little cunt hidden to everyone but me.
She is walking desire, pure lust, through and through.
I lust for you too, darling, I paint with my tongue against her pussy, making her groan.
Locking my eyes with hers, I slide a finger all the way inside her.
Fuck.
She’s so fucking tight.
It’s my undoing.
I finally press my tongue flat against her clit, and she groans, her hands instantly coming down to clasp around my head, pushing me down as I fuck her little pussy with my finger, and lick her clit over and over and over.
“God, I need to come…”
I should tease her more. I should make her beg. I should make her promise that she’s only ever again going to come for me.
But I can’t. I need it.
I crook my finger against her, looking for her G spot.
There.
I press against it and she screams, my mouth wrapping around her clit, sucking on it hard until she comes.
And fuck does she come.
She climaxes so fucking beautifully; her scream carrying the room as her whole body contracts and then shakes, over and over.
When she finally comes down, her wetness drips down my hand, coating my lips with her nectar, I sit up, unzipping my pants and freeing my cock. I’m surprised it hasn’t fucking broken by being held prisoner in there after what just happened.
“Ride my cock, my little hellion.”
She clamors over to me, and takes the condom I’ve retrieved from my pocket.
“Put it on me.”
She swallows, nervous, but her eyes are dark with arousal as she rips open the packet and then places it at the tip of my cock.
After a pause, she rolls it down my cock.
It sends a shiver through every corner of my body.
I grab her hand and drag her up and over my body. She straddles over me and I pull her down to kiss me as I push up with my hips and drive my cock into her.
My entire body screams.
“God… my little hellion…” I moan as she settles onto her knees on either side of me.
And I fuck her.
I know nothing but that my cock is inside her sweet little cunt. And she wants it. She wants me.
Her hips grind down in circles as we fuck each other.
Our gasps drenching the room with our desperation for each other.
“God, yes, take my cock, darling.”
She whimpers against my mouth, her wetness making her pussy slick against me.
I’m so close. I’ve been holding off on coming for almost a week now. Not wanting to come without her. And now she’s here. With her pussy wrapped around my cock as I watch her ride me. I lean back, fucking up into her, my hand on her hips as I help her take me deeper.
My breath shallows as I bite back a moan. She reaches back, bracing against my knees as we rock.
“God, Matthias… oh, please…” she moans.
“What, please, darling?” I pull her mouth down to kiss me.
“Please…. please, I need to come…” she whimpers against my mouth.
“Again? You greedy girl…”
But I need it too. I need her climax more than I need mine. I reach between her legs and pinch her clit.
And she completely unravels, writhing, coming on my cock, milking me until I have no choice but to join her.
I reach for her head so I can kiss her as her cunt ripples around me and my balls squeeze so hard, I can’t breathe as I jerk inside her, coming with a shuddering groan.
“Fuck, oh god, darling…What have you done to me?”
Stars flashing in front of my eyes in front of me as I fall back against the couch, her pussy still pulsing around me, as she breathes, ragged and shallow against my chest.
I drop a kiss on her forehead, and wrap my arms so tightly around her, I don’t know where my breath starts and hers ends.
Long after our chests have stilled, and the sun has lifted from the horizon, she finally moves, pulling away from me.
She gets to her feet with a loud gasp, picks up her robe and runs to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Leaving me on the other side.
Making me wonder… if I’ll ever have her in my arms again.
CLARISSA
I
can’t breathe.
God, I can’t breathe.
I grip the side of the tub and try to drag the breath into my lungs, but it’s like nothing moves past my throat. My heart thumps in my chest, sweat dripping from every pore.
Breathe, goddamit, you have to fucking breath, Clarissa.
I grab the bottle of bottle wash on the side of the tub and fling it at the dressing table.
The mirror shatters into a million pieces, just the way I want it to, trying to shock my brain out of the anxiety attack that has just sprung on me.
Breathe.
Why can’t I just breathe?
Waking up and seeing Matthias’s arms around me triggered something in my brain and cranked it into overdrive.
Still in the fog of sleep, I was trying to think of the last time I woke up with a man’s arm around me… and then I did.
And now I can’t fucking breathe.
My anxiety medication is in the drawer on my nightstand, and there’s no way of going out there without him seeing me like this.
And he can never ever see me like this.
My brain pulses in my skull begging for oxygen, and I crumple to the floor, hugging my knees as I gasp.
To no avail.
There’s a thumping on the door.
“Clarissa! Clarissa, are you okay?”