Part 10 (1/2)
”Maybe you should stay here, then...”
He tried to draw a breath, and not show how excited he was growing. ”Sure, the couch is plenty comfortable.”
”Yeah, the couch,” she said. There was a pause, and then she bit her lip and added ”or, maybe just... the bed....”
That was all Harrison needed. Every inch of his c.o.c.k became rock hard the second he scooped Clarice's delicate body up into his strong arms and pressed his lips to hers. Clarice whimpered hungrily against his mouth as she kissed him back, throwing her arms around his neck and even hiking one of her gorgeous bare legs up against his hip.
”Clarice,” he said breathlessly against her mouth. ”I have to have you.”
”Take me,” she replied before she took his lower lip between hers and sucked hard. ”I want you to f.u.c.k me, please.”
His l.u.s.t was inflamed by her words and hunger for him. Desperately he made out with her as he s.n.a.t.c.hed her from her feet entirely and carried her into the penthouse, her hips grinding into his. He kicked the door closed behind him with a sloppy twisted foot.
Clarice clawed at his suit coat, trying unsuccessfully to throw it off his shoulders as he continued to walk, carrying her into the bedroom and tossing her playfully down on the mattress. She laughed as her legs went bouncing up in the air.
He couldn't help but stare down at her as he peeled off his jacket and tie. The look on her face was one of pure l.u.s.t and seduction, and he found it difficult to believe she had ever had a hard time finding a man to f.u.c.k her. Clarice ran her hands up her own legs, teasing him, pulling the skirt up to give him hints of the lacy underwear she was wearing underneath.
”Don't you touch that,” said Harrison suddenly, firmly. ”That's all my present, and I want to unwrap it myself.”
Clarice's hands stopped moving, and her face flushed with new arousal. The corner of her lip turned up in a smile and she obeyed him, removing her hands from her own body. ”Yes, sir,” she said.
He grinned back and continued undressing, taking his time with each b.u.t.ton on his dress s.h.i.+rt as she lay there, becoming more and more aroused with every second he stalled. Clarice was breathing heavily, s.h.i.+fting on the mattress, staring at him l.u.s.tfully as he revealed his cut chest to her.
”d.a.m.n, you're so hot,” she said to him.
”You're so s.e.xy I can barely stand it,” he returned as he reached for his belt buckle and began to remove his slacks. He relished the look on Clarice's face when he pulled down his boxer briefs and let his nine-inch c.o.c.k spring free, so hard it ached.
”Now, get your body over here,” he said.
Clarice didn't hesitate. She crawled across the mattress towards him and kneeled, her body hovering mere inches away from his. Her hands were behind her back to show she wasn't going to disobey his touching order. ”Good girl,” he said, and watched her s.h.i.+ver.
Harrison wrapped his arms around her back and hovered with his lips over hers without kissing, making her breathing come even faster than before. His big hands found the zipper on her beautiful dress and slowly, painfully, he started to pull it down as his hot breath ran over the sensitive skin of Clarice's neck.
”Harrison,” she whispered. She was aching so badly for him that he almost couldn't keep his own composure.
Once it was completely off her shoulders, it fell to pool around her knees on the bed, leaving her in only her gorgeous bra and panties set that matched the nude color of the heels still on her feet. Harrison nearly lost his composure right then and there at the sight of her perfectly decorated body.
”f.u.c.k,” he said to himself as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, licking along her skin as he unfastened her bra. ”You are so incredibly s.e.xy.”
Clarice moaned under his touch and brought her hands up, unable to take it anymore. She ran her palms across his skin eagerly, hungrily, and pulled his face to meet hers in a sensual kiss. Harrison's deft hands removed her bra next, exposing her sweet b.r.e.a.s.t.s and their perfect pink nipples, before he bent to take each one in his mouth. Clarice sighed in pleasure as she tangled her fingers in his hair.
His hands continued down her now bare back, over her pert a.s.s and tight thighs, until in one swift motion he pulled her legs up so that she fell flat on her back against the mattress. Clarice squealed in delighted surprise, and it quickly turned l.u.s.tful when Harrison yanked her panties off, tossing them aside without a glance. Only her heels remained as he bent down over her body and licked a wet trail to her p.u.s.s.y.
He tried to start slowly, but once he got the first taste of Clarice's dripping wetness, Harrison couldn't take it. She tasted like heaven. He buried his face between her legs and lapped at her c.l.i.t, swirling his face around to stimulate every part of her sensitive mound, and finally pus.h.i.+ng two fingers gently inside her tight, warm core. Clarice writhed underneath him, crying out loudly, her body pulsating for more.
”I want you to come on my tongue,” he told her when she wrapped her hands in his hair. ”No c.o.c.k for you until you do.”
She whimpered at his words, but she was too far gone in the pleasure to think of a witty comeback. Between the pressure of his fingers and the soft rhythm of his lapping tongue, Harrison could feel her o.r.g.a.s.m building quickly. He kept his pressure up until she shuddered underneath him, calling out his name so loud he was sure anyone on the beach outside would have heard it. Her p.u.s.s.y gushed its sweet, delicious juices out over his tongue and hands, and he drank them up gratefully, his c.o.c.k aching to feel what his fingers felt.
He couldn't wait anymore. After digging through his suit to find a condom he typically carried, he crawled on top of Clarice's body and stared down into her gorgeous blue eyes.
”I want you so f.u.c.king badly,” he whispered against her mouth.
”Take me, Harrison, please,” she begged, pus.h.i.+ng her hips up to grind against his hardness. ”I need you inside me.”
”Beg me again.”
”I need your c.o.c.k inside me,” she said, pulling at his lips with hers. ”f.u.c.k me Harrison, please!”
That was all he could take. His hardness already waiting at her entrance, Harrison thrust his hips and sank all nine inches of his thick shaft into her steaming p.u.s.s.y at once. Clarice screamed with pleasure and bent her back so that her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were offered up like a perfect tribute. He took them in his mouth one at a time as he began to thrust in a regular rhythm, pus.h.i.+ng every inch of his hardness into her.
Clarice wrapped her thin legs around his waist and guided him harder, faster, deeper inside of her. He felt her nails drag down his back each time he leaned down to hold her close against him, but he was happy to have her leave those painful reminders of this encounter. He wanted to remember it for as long as he could, not that there was much chance of forgetting this. She suckled and bit his neck, sending new waves of extreme pleasure through his nerves that made him groan her name out loud.
His hands ran down her arms until their palms met, and at the same time they intertwined their fingers together. He lifted her arms above her head and drove harder into her, watching her face twist into expressions of pleasure and delight.
”Harrison, oh my G.o.d,” she moaned. ”You're going to make me come so hard.”
”Come for me,” he whispered against her ear. ”Come all over my c.o.c.k, Clarice. I want to feel it.”
She was near the edge, and he wasn't far behind. He f.u.c.ked her even harder until he felt her p.u.s.s.y muscles contract around him. Clarice cried out as she came, squeezing his hands hard, her body wracked with o.r.g.a.s.mic waves.
The feeling was so intense he couldn't hold out any longer, the pressure of her climax on his c.o.c.k drove him to his own shuddering conclusion as she sucked his o.r.g.a.s.m right out of him with her own. He buried himself as deep as he could inside of her as he came.
Spent, Harrison collapsed on top of her sweaty body as they both panted like wild dogs, trying to get their heart rates to slow down. His face nuzzled next to hers as a great big smile crept across her face. Her eyes were still closed in exhaustion.
They didn't say anything else to each other. Harrison s.h.i.+fted to lay beside her, kissing her cheek once, softly, before he turned her so he could spoon her beautiful body against his back. Hands still tangled together, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close until they both drifted off to sleep.
13.
Clarice
The sun wasn't yet up, but its first rays were peeking across the horizon, bold streaks of red and yellow that glinted off the water and the heavy clouds of moisture that appeared every morning here. The faraway song of the sea birds lifted Clarice out of sleep like gentle, loving hands. She thought it was a dream for the longest while, a dream so real she could feel the softness of the sheets and the caress of warm wind on her skin, coming off the sea and through her penthouse windows. Her left hand was heavy where it lay on Harrison's warm, bare chest.
Harrison.
What has happening? Last night had been incredible, and more than just the s.e.x. Every second she spent with Harrison made her feel more alive and like herself than she had felt in months... maybe even years. Something about him plugged into her spirit.
Where were her finely tuned warning bells, the ones that were supposed to keep her away from his bed and out of trouble? Off duty, apparently. She had not felt a single one the entire evening. As soon as she walked out of that bedroom and saw him standing there in his das.h.i.+ng suit, waiting, his face completely lit up at the sight of her, nothing felt the same as it had before.