She practically purred under my lips.
No other woman ever felt the way Clarissa did in my arms. I had been a fool to walk away from her. That was not a mistake I planned on letting happen again.
She whimpered the sexiest sounds that went straight to my balls, making them tight and ready for release. She tasted better than any dessert or wine I could have had.
She clutched me to her as my lips trailed over her skin. There weren’t words that could properly describe her breasts or the way they were tipped with dark pink nipples. Her skin was sweeter than any berry or spun sugar.
I devoured her, sucking one nipple into my mouth to tease with my tongue before repeating the attention to her other nipple. My hands roamed across her soft skin. I needed to touch every part of her. I grabbed onto her soft hips and kneaded and massaged as I tried to palm her very essence into my hands. My handsstroked down her ribs, and I cupped her bountiful breasts while I sank into her.
My lips would wander, and I kissed across her abdomen before shifting to place a kiss on one delightful knee. I kept returning to her hot mouth, claiming her. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, and I gave her everything just as she was giving herself to me.
My cock slid over her folds. She gasped as my head bumped against the cluster of nerves in her clit.
“You like?” I growled.
She whimpered and shook her head, letting out more moans of pleasure as I directed my erection over and around her eager pussy. I pressed the tip into her, and she bucked.
“Condom!”
“I will, but let me have just a taste first.” I eased into her slowly. I didn’t make it halfway in before I realized that was a wonderful feeling but a very bad idea. I pulled back and found one of the accursed things. I ripped the packet open and slid the condom on.
I fell back to her body, ready to reclaim her. Even as it felt as if I were consuming her, she wrapped around me and pulled me into her wet, hot body.
My cock slid into her pussy with such precision, as if it had been long anticipated and more than welcome. Our bodies fit together as if we had been made for each other.
Clarissa writhed and pulsed and cried out.
I pushed up on my arms so I could look down at her. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted as she panted beneath me. I thrust deep into her, wanting all of me to be taken into her. Yet, I needed my mouth on her. I lowered to her breast and pulled a peaked nipple into my mouth. I sucked and teased her with my tongue with the same timing that I thrust and pushed against her core.
This was all give, all take. I surrendered my body completely to hers, and she gave herself to me. Her body tensed. She counter thrust hard, and she clenched up. It was almost as if her body wanted to fight against mine.
She threw her head back and gasped. “Kyle, Kyle, I… harder… I need more!”
Her wish was my command. I drove into her with an urgent need. It was as if I was trying to get somewhere deep inside her, someplace magical and perfect.
She clenched down on my cock with a force I hadn’t felt before. Her orgasm was like a wild ride as she bucked, and her body sucked at mine. And then I exploded. I was there. I had achieved perfection with her. I could barely breathe as lights exploded around us. My cock pumped into her, and it felt like that action was the very purpose of my existence.
It wasn’t quite midnight when I rolled over and noticed the bed was empty. I sat up. “Clarissa?”
She stepped out of the bathroom, adjusting her clothes, as I called her name.
“Are you leaving?”
“I can’t stay. As much as I’d like to, I can’t.”
Disappointment pierced me in the chest. “Is there something I can do to change your mind?”
She stepped over and leaned into me. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and pull her back into bed.
“I wish there was, but no, I’ve got to go.” She pressed her lips to mine in the sweetest goodbye. “I’ll see you on Monday,” she said before she left.
I couldn’t get back to sleep, wondering what was going on in her life that she needed to leave me. I had just gotten her back.
I spent the next day wondering what was going on in Clarissa’s life that she couldn’t stay the night. I couldn’t focus on anything. Unable to think of anything better to do, I took myself on a long walk. I found myself standing in front of London House, looking up at the cupola.
I ended up going to all of the buildings, including the little Victorian tucked between high-rise apartments, that Clarissa had shown me.
I got on the train and found myself walking through Oak Park. It was a nice neighborhood. The old houses were perfect for families. I didn’t remember the house that Clarissa had shown me, but I spent time actually looking at the little details I thought she would appreciate or might point out to me.