AIDAN
I fought the urge to sneak down to her room. She shared a wall with Lila, and it would be much too risky. So, I settled for texting her back:
Me: Yes, baby girl. Just needing to work off some excess energy…I can’t stop thinking about you.
Clio: I can’t stop thinking about you either. Today was amazing.
Me: That’s an understatement. Don’t think I’m done with you.
Those last words couldn’t be truer, but I knew there was going to come a time in the not-too-distant future that I would have no choice but to be done with her. I tamped down the streak of panic that ran through me at the thought and returned to my phone, typing quickly before I decided against my idea.
Me: Hey, I know you have a surf lesson tomorrow, but don’t make any plans…I have a surprise for you.
***
The night took entirely too long to go by, and I thought Clio’s surf lesson would last forever, but I distracted myself by catching up with a few work calls. I was wrapping up my conversation with my assistant when Clio appeared at my office door, freshly showered and ready to go.
I cut off my assistant mid-sentence without hesitation. “Jacob, I’m sorry, I gotta go. I trust you to make whatever decisions you need to,” I told him, hanging up before he had a chance to respond.
Clio looked at me nervously, her fingers plucking at the fabric of the flowy skirt she wore. It reached mid-calf on her, but the slinky fabric clung to her thighs. My mouth watered at the sight of it. My eyes followed the line of her body upward, taking in the way her t-shirt molded to her curves. “Um, am I dressed appropriately for wherever it is we’re going?” she asked.
My eyes met hers, and I briefly considered calling off my original plans and just taking her across my desk, but I resisted. I was so certain of how much she’d love where we were headed, I decided putting off another mind-blowing orgasm might just be worth it. “You look perfect,” I told her in a husky voice.
Her cheeks pinkened with pleasure, and she gave me that small, satisfied smile.
“Are you ready for our adventure?” I asked her.
“I think so. I’m anxious to see exactly where it is we’re going,” she said as I came to her.
I pulled her to me, kissing her softly on the lips. “Then, we better get going,” I told her, taking her hand as we wound our way towards the front door. As soon as we stepped out onto the porch, Clio slipped her hand from mine.
I looked at her with a questioning expression. “In case someone sees. I don’t know how much your neighbors talk, but we can never be too careful.”
She was right, of course, but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow for that as we got into my car. I pushed that out of my head, though, as I drove us into the Pacific Palisades, pointing at various landmarks as we went.
Finally, we arrived. Clio looked a little skeptical at first, but as we made our way through the entrance and past the ticket booth, I saw her eyes widen in quiet wonder. The Getty Villa was a historical museum built to look like a Roman dwelling from the Middle Ages. Tall pillars encompassed nearly every alcove. Intricate tilework covered the floors and a good deal of the walls. Everywhere you looked, there was a sculpture on display.
I looked at these sites briefly, but mostly, my eyes were trained on Clio’s reaction. “You said at lunch yesterday how badly you would like to go to Rome and Greece. I realize that I can’t take you to those places right now, but I figured I could give you a small taste of them.”
She looked at me with excitement in her eyes. “Aidan, this is so beautiful. I mean, if anything, it just makes me even more excited to see the real thing someday.” I slung my arm around her as we walked through the rest of the museum, enjoying the feel of her close to me and needing to touch her.
We spent the rest of the morning exploring all of the exhibits, and I loved watching her delight in all the details. She got so excited about all the history of the pieces, especially when we came across an exhibit featuring musical instruments from the Middle Ages. Shy, quiet Clio became much less reserved when she was excited about something, and it was a sight to behold.
It took everything in me just to keep my hands to myself when we were out and about, but as soon as we were back inside the safety of the beach house, I held back no more. As soon as Clio cleared the front doorway,
I shut it behind her and gently pushed her up against it. She gasped softly, and I quickly took advantage of her parted lips by taking her mouth, reveling in the taste of her. “Do you have any idea how hard it has been not to touch you?” I muttered.
When I released her mouth, those kiss-swollen lips curved into a lazy smile. “I’m hoping as hard as it’s been not to touch you.”
I leaned into her, giving her another long, wet kiss. “I think it’s time we actually get into a proper bed, don’t you, Clio?”
She bit her lip, smiling. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I led her to my room, ready with the ability to lock the door behind us and shut out the rest of the world. Once we were locked in, however, I could see her fighting her shyness. “Oh no, none of that, my sweet Clio.
After the things we’ve done together, I want you to forget about getting shy with me. In fact, I’m going to need you to be very vocal about what you want.”
She huffed out a laugh. “I feel like that’s something that people just say. They don’t really want to hear everything that you want.”
I pulled her to me again. “Rest assure, Ms. Clio: I want to know everything, and I do mean everything. What do you fantasize about? What can I make happen for you?”
She looked at me with uncertainty for a long moment, biting her lip all the while. Finally sucking in a long breath, she told me, “I want…to take a shower. It was hot out there, and I would like to wash off.” Pulling away from me and heading toward the master bathroom, she stopped just shy of the bathroom door and turned around, looking at me coyly. “And I want you to watch.”
“Yeah?” I asked softly, “and what else do you want me to do, Clio?”
I could see her breathing get harder with every rise and fall of her chest. She swallowed hard. “I want you to touch yourself while you watch, and then…” she faltered.
“Don’t leave me hanging, and then…?”
Her hand reached out to the door frame as if to steady herself. “And then I want to suck you off,” she said in a breathy voice.
“Goddamn,” I breathed. “Like I said before, your wish is my command, sweet girl.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, and I quickly followed behind her. I leaned against the vanity and watched as she slowly peeled off her t-shirt, then undid the zipper to her skirt before sliding it down to puddle around her ankles. She looked at me pointedly. I grinned at her.
Taking the hint, I undid my belt along with my fly, shoving my pants and underwear down just far enough for my already hard manhood to spring free. “Is this what you want, Clio?”
She licked her lips, and damn if I didn’t want to bend her over the sink right then and there, but this was her moment. We were going to do what she wanted, even if she was slowly killing me with pleasure. “Almost,” she said coyly.
I chuckled softly. She was not going to let me off the hook, and I liked that. I grasped myself in my hand, giving it slow, long strokes as I watched her unhook her bra and let her luscious breasts free as she dropped the lacy garment on the floor. Then, she oh so slowly slipped out of her panties, and my hand tightened harder around my member. “Better?” I asked her, smiling when she gave me a dazed nod, her eyes taking in my hand’s movement openly.
Begrudgingly, she moved to turn the water on and gingerly stepped into the shower. I had never been more grateful for my floor to ceiling glass shower door in my life. I could see all of her in all of her wet, naked glory. I was jealous of the rivulets of water sluicing between her generous breasts. She eyed me through the glass as she grabbed the loofah I kept in there and poured my body wash onto it.
With avid interest, I watched that loofah touch all the places I wanted to so desperately, my hand stroking faster. If I wasn’t careful, this was going to end before it even started. I slowed my strokes, drawing them out, and I saw her sexy smile when she realized what I was doing.
“Enjoying yourself, Clio?” I asked in a strained voice.