ALESSIA
I cried myself to sleep. I woke up to loud knocking. When I opened my eyes, the light in the room was still on. I quickly sat up and glanced at the wall clock. It was 11:30 PM. I had been asleep for over two hours. I got out of bed and left the room, turning on the light in the living room before heading to the door.
When I opened the door, I was met with Claude’s worried face. His hair was a mess, and he was catching his breath.
“C-Claude! You’re here?” I blinked, wondering if I was dreaming.
“Thank God!” He suddenly hugged me tightly.
“Hey! Claude, what are you doing? Let go of me. You’re squeezing me too tight. I can’t breathe,” I complained.
Claude loosened his grip slightly. “I’ll never let you go, Sweetpea! I won’t and I can’t let that happen. Even if it kills me, I won’t ever let you go.”
He kissed me all over my face. I giggled when his lips touched the spot under my ear. “Claude, stop it! That tickles!”
I tried to push him away, but his embrace only tightened.
“I’m so hungry and thirsty right now, Sweetpea,” Claude murmured as he kissed my neck.
“Let me go so I can prepare some food for you.”
“Later, Sweetpea. For now, you are what I want to eat and drink. The other food can wait.”
I bit my lip. With all my strength, I pushed Claude away. He let me go but stared at me with a clenched jaw.
“What’s wrong, Sweetpea? I’m here now. Did you know I had to ask someone to lend me a chopper just to get here? And the nearest landing area is still far from your house. I had to run more than three hundred meters to get here. Now that I’m here, you’re pushing me away. Where’s the justice in that, Sweetpea?”
I smiled. I closed the door and said, “Justice, huh? Come, sit down.” I pulled him towards the sofa.
When Claude sat down, I climbed onto his lap, my legs resting on the sofa, and my back leaning against the armrest.
“So, what were you saying about eating and drinking me? I’m not food, and definitely not a sort of beverage that you can drink,” I teased with a grin.
Claude swallowed hard. He adjusted his position and gasped when he felt something hard press against me.
“Oh! Did I forget to tell you that you’re the most delicious food I’ve ever tasted? And your juice, it’s the sweetest. The juice that comes from here.” Claude placed his hand between my thighs.
My breathing quickened as Claude started moving his hand, now stroking my private parts. I felt the warmth of his hand even through my clothes. I was getting wetter with his touch.
Claude lifted the hem of my nightgown and slipped his fingers inside my underwear.
“Damn! You’re so wet, Sweetpea. Can we continue what we started earlier?”
I only nodded.
Claude lowered me from his lap. Then he suddenly pulled my nightgown in the middle, tearing it. He also tore my underwear. I had no choice but to help Claude remove the remaining pieces of my clothing.
Claude gave me an appreciative look as I stood naked before him. He quickly began to remove his clothes, never taking his eyes off me as he undressed.
Once free of his clothes, he rushed to me and kissed me passionately. We kissed for several minutes, leaving us breathless when we finally pulled apart.
“I love you so much, Sweetpea,” Claude said tenderly before claiming my lips again.
I wrapped my arms around Claude’s neck and moaned between our kisses as his hands cupped my buttocks. Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted.
I arched my back as I felt my womanhood press against him. Clinging tightly to Claude’s neck, I wrapped my legs around his waist. A moment later, Claude began to rub our genitals together, making us both moan.
“Claude, this feels amazing!” I gasped, clinging to his neck for fear of falling. My hands trembled from the intense sensations flooding my body.
“Yes, Sweetpea. There’s more to come. I’ll have you all night. I won’t stop. Consider this your penalty for making me worry so much,” Claude said before capturing my lips again.
His tongue entered my mouth, dancing with mine. We exchanged saliva as our genitals rubbed against each other. The tight embrace from Claude pressed my breasts against him, adding to my arousal.
Moments later, I cried out as my juices flowed out. I collapsed against Claude’s shoulder, panting.
“Are you ready, Sweetpea?” Claude whispered.
I lifted my head and looked at him. Claude pulled back slightly and positioned himself at my entrance. A moment later, he thrust inside me with one powerful stroke, filling me completely.
I felt my vagina stretch to accommodate him. When Claude began to move, my breath caught in my throat. The heat and pleasure were overwhelming.
“Sweetpea, you are so tight! You are mine! Mine alone! Do you understand that?”
“Yes! Yes! I’m all yours!” I replied, equally delirious with passion.
We were both consumed by intense desire, unconcerned if anyone heard our moans and cries. All that mattered was quenching our thirst for each other.
“Claude, faster!” I felt myself nearing climax and didn’t want Claude to stop. I wanted him to move even faster.
“Oh! Like this, Sweetpea?”
I couldn’t respond, drowning in sensation as Claude’s thrusts quickened. I met his every thrust.
“I’m going to come, Claude!” I screamed.
“I’m almost there too, Sweetpea!”
I screamed as I climaxed. I weakly clung to his neck, but Claude continued to thrust rapidly until he too shouted in release.
I felt a generous gush of his seed inside me. We remained standing for a few minutes before Claude sat down. I was still embracing him, my eyes closed, his still somewhat hard member inside me.