Chapter Four
Adrien’s cock was hard enough to cut through stone after getting Clara off. She looked like an angel splayed out on his couch, the flush of her orgasm fading from her cheeks. He didn’t know what had overcome him—only that he’d been desperate to bring her to orgasm as soon as he’d laid eyes on her earlier that night. More would come later. It had to—this hard-on wouldn’t let him do much else for long.
Clara reached for her panties after a moment but he stopped her. “I think we should go on a nude tour of the house, don’t you think?”
She grinned. “You really are a freak. And I like it.” She slipped off her tank top, displaying a black satin bra to match her panties. His cock twitched as his eyes slid over her lush body—curves and swells that could inspire drooling if he weren’t careful. He cupped the dip of her waist, her creamy skin like velvet beneath his hand.
“Maybe I can do this part.” He reached behind her to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. After a few tries, it came loose, crumpling to the crooks of her elbows. Heavy, round breasts greeted him, her nipples tiny pink points. He dipped down and nipped one between his lips. She gasped and then giggled as he nibbled on it.
He cleared his throat, adjusting his cock beneath the straining briefs. “We should start the tour. Before I lose control again.” He offered a hand and she took it, leaving her bra on the couch. Folding her arm in his, he led her toward the far wall of windows.
“Here we see San Francisco by night.” He gestured toward the glittering array of buildings in the distance, and the inky blackness of the bay. “There’s a wraparound porch we can visit in the daytime if you’d like. And over here is the kitchen.” He led her around a corner, where his large, marble-topped kitchen greeted them.
She gasped. “This is the size of my apartment. I mean…” She tutted. “Never mind.”
“It’s quite large. But I didn’t design it. I don’t have such need for space in the kitchen. I barely have time to cook, really.” He led her past the ornate acacia dining room table, past the open living room to the other side of the fireplace. A winding staircase in the corner led up to the great room and attached study. He pushed open the door to his bedroom, the guest room, and the two accompanying bathrooms. Clara made appreciative noises at each new room. After creeping up the staircase and admiring the family paintings on the wall of the great room, she paused in front of a bust.
“Is this also your family?” She said it like a joke, a smirk lingering on her face.
“Actually, yes.” He cleared his throat, admiring the bronze replica of his grandfather’s head and shoulders. “This is Leopold. My grandfather.”
The smile fell from her face. “Wow. You guys don’t mess around.”
He clenched his jaw, wondering if now would be the time to reveal his lineage. It would be a game changer…and possibly a game breaker. He liked how easy and effortless their connection was. If he told her his heritage…she’d treat him differently. It was practically guaranteed.
She didn’t press further, so he didn’t offer any more information about his grandfather. She moved along the walls, nodding and murmuring at each relic and piece of art he’d brought along for this residence. Maintaining his family history was important, no matter where he was in the world. And his family had been in power long enough to ensure that there were enough pieces for multiple residences all around the globe.
He watched the jiggle of her butt as she padded along the soft carpet toward the plants in the far corner. He wanted to lick her from head to toe, nibble on every available part of her, and then do it all over again. The woman drove him wild. He was normally cautious about who he brought back, and even more cautious about who he brought into his bed. But Clara made him toss the rulebook.
She dragged her fingers over the back of the black leather couch, eyes drifting up and down his body. She bit her bottom lip, cheeks growing red.
“Something on your mind?”
She nodded toward him, eyes below his waist. He looked down; his cockhead had slipped out of his underwear, poking fat and purple beneath the waistband of his briefs. He grinned up at her, pushing the underwear down to his ankles.
“I promised a naked tour after all.”
She cleared her throat, eyes darting all over his body. “You should come here. So we can sit on the couch.”
He headed her way, pulling her into a hot kiss. Her soft belly brushed the tip of his penis and he shivered, sitting back on the couch and pulling her down on top of him. She bent her knees and hovered over him, looking down at him with wild eyes.
“Be honest,” she breathed, cinching her arms around his neck. “Do you do this with every lady you meet at the boring charity fundraisers?”
He laughed, grabbing her bottom lip with his teeth. “Definitely not. Women like you don’t tend to show up at those things.”
“Women like me?” She scoffed. “What, middle class?”
He grabbed a handful of her butt cheek, laughing. “I’m not talking about socioeconomic standing.” He nudged her chin with his nose and kissed the soft underside of her neck. “You make me feel like I can be normal.”
Her cheeks flushed again and she grew shy. “And you can’t be normal otherwise?”
Now was not the time to go there. He caught her lips in a kiss and squeezed her hips, bringing her creamy body closer to his. She rubbed her tight nipples against his chest, teasing them against the tight coils of his chest hair. Her hand slipped down between their bodies and sought the swollen head of his cock. He groaned as she traced the tip of it, thumb slipping against the hot ridge of his cockhead and then down the thick shaft. She fisted his length, working him slowly at first and then faster. He panted into her ear as she jacked him off.
“Mmmm, Clara,” he murmured, unable to open his eyes. Pleasure thrummed through him. “Don’t stop.”
“But I want you inside me.” She bit his earlobe, yanking gently. “Do you have a condom?”
He caught her in a sloppy kiss. “I’ll be right back.” A bathroom in the far corner held a secret stash of condoms, a supply he used so rarely that he wondered when he’d seen them last. In the wooden vanity, an unopened box waited for him.
When he entered the great room, Clara was spread eagle on the couch, looking at him with eyes of fire. He practically ran to her, tearing open the condom with his teeth. He rolled it onto the head of his cock, eyes careening over the sexy curves and dips of her body, licking his lips as he imagined sinking into her heat and tightness, practically crazy with anticipation as she sat tense and begging before him.
“I need it,” she murmured, fidgeting as he pulled the condom over the last inch. “Hurry!”
He pressed his lips to hers as he lined up their parts, dragging the tip of his penis along the crease of her pussy. She moaned beneath him as the head of his cock nudged her clit, and then he maneuvered himself to the sweet heat between her legs, pressing himself inside slowly, languorously, relishing the blissful crawl of time as he sunk deep into her.
She arched beneath him, mouth caught in an O-shape, as his cock found the last inch of space inside her. Chest heaving against her, he groaned and flexed against her pelvis, the warmth of her pussy nearly driving him over the edge.
“Clara,” he gasped, rolling his hips in a slow circle. “You feel amazing.”
She locked her ankles behind his back, eyes wild, her chignon bun loose with stray hairs around her face. “Amazing doesn’t even cover it. Fuck me, Adrien.”
He pumped slowly at first, and then harder as their rhythm emerged; his mind catapulted into the stars and pleasure grew at a frightening rate, sidling up through his limbs, zipping through every vein in his body. She cried out and arched against him. He pulled her closer to him and fucked her hard—so hard he couldn’t see straight. Sweat pooled at his temples as they moved toward a blissful climax.
She was the first to go. She clutched his biceps, nails digging into his flesh as she screamed again, her pussy convulsing and quaking around his cock as she slipped over the edge. The tiny points of pain in his arms pushed him over the edge, too; he groaned and released, hot cum spilling out as the orgasm shuddered through him.
As the last dregs of pleasure drained, he leaned down for a kiss, her eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. Stroking her cheek with his thumb, their eyes locked. A grin erupted on her face.
“Damn.” She blinked lazily, ankles still locked around his back.
“You’re right about that.” His voice came out weak, stilted. The woman had taken his breath away.
She sighed happily and nuzzled against his chest. “Adrien, I think I can safely say this is the best house tour I’ve ever gotten in my life.”