Chapter Twelve

One hour, five dances, and a bottle of wine later, Helena and Cliff were all smiles; laughing and both obviously in great moods. Unlike the night he collapsed on her, there was no drowsiness in his voice. On the contrary, he was full of energy, teasing her every few minutes, cracking jokes, and holding her tightly in his arms during their dances. A sensation of pride overwhelmed her as she comprehended that she was responsible for this change. The brooding man was gone. Cliff had not said it to her, but it became quite clear that he had taken her advice.

After one last dance, the two of them strolled out of the club, holding hands. A glimpse of the elevator down the hall filled Helena with eager anticipation. She had been having wet dreams over the moment that he would take her into his embrace and give her what her heart and body desired. If anything, it would be the ideal conclusion to a fantastic date. His full lips were tempting her so much that she did consider kissing him, right there, in the middle of a busy lobby. Still, Helena was old-fashioned. She didn’t like to kiss in public, and she would definitely not try to force her way into his hotel room. Her heart began to race in her chest, as they took the last, few steps towards the elevator.

“Say, um…” Cliff faltered, as he stopped beside her. “Would you like to come up for a drink?”

His proposal sounded like music to her ears.

“A drink?” she raised an eyebrow, as she turned to face him. “Sure,” she agreed, her voice dropping to a soft, sexy whisper, as the elevator door slid open sideways. Helena and Cliff stepped into the empty car. He pressed number two on the panel behind her, but by no means was she willing to wait that long. As soon as the elevator blocked their view of the lobby, she curled her arms around his neck, desperate to experience one more of his kisses. A gasp of shock escaped him, as she tilted her head up. Apparently, she had caught him by surprise. But, just when she sensed his warm breath on her skin, he wrapped her arms around her waist, and held her close, as the sweetness of his kiss enveloped her.

“You naughty girl,” he whispered in her mouth as her left hand trailed up the back of his head, and her other one crept around his neck.

“Trust me,” she said, her voice a husky whisper, as she trailed her fingers across his cheek, “you haven’t seen my naughty side yet.”

The ding of the elevator bell rang in her ears, as the car was brought to a halt. Cliff took his arm off of her and reached into the pocket of his jacket as they staggered out and into the hallway. Flexing his muscles, he turned around, as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. Helena felt the hardness of the wood on the back of her head as he unlocked the door to his room. As they stepped inside, away from any prying eyes, she decided to show him what she meant by “naughty.” Cliff closed the door behind him, and tried to use his weight to push her backwards, towards his bed. However, the witch quickly released him, and then, she put both of her hands on his chest. A short laugh left his lips, as she pinned him up against the wood. The tip of her tongue teased his upper lip, as she pressed her hands onto him more firmly. Helena could feel his hard muscles beneath her skin. Cliff slid his arm up her back, his breath getting heavier, as she yanked his shirt from his pants. Without wasting any time, she slipped her hands under it, as he knitted his fingers through her hair. The feel of his firm skin was even better than she imagined. It was warm and tight as it flexed with each breath. The ridges of his ripped abs were beckoning. She grabbed and held onto them, as his free hand traveled down her body. Cliff gave a gentle caress to her ass cheek over her dress, and then a good squeeze, as her long fingernails scratched his flesh. But, he interrupted his sensual move. Taking his hands off of her body altogether, he used them to peel off his jacket, as he snaked his tongue into Helena’s mouth.

“I thought I should give you a hand,” he whispered, pulling his tie over his head.

“Oh, I’m going to give you a lot more than a hand,” she responded teasingly, gliding her hand down his stomach, as he gently bit her lower lip. Cliff tipped his head back, breathing hard down onto her forehead, as she cupped his cock over his pants. The hardness of his shaft forced a low whimper from her, as she unzipped them. He began to unbutton his shirt, as Helena slipped her hand into his boxers. Kissing him on the chin, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, feeling it throb under her touch. Wetness was soaking her panties, more and more by the second. She was there, with the object of her desire, and, best of all, she had him at her mercy, kissing him, caressing him, stroking him, ready to worship him. Cliff threw his shirt across the floor, exposing his broad, sexy chest, along with the chiseled abs that she had so greedily explored. He squeezed his eyes shut, as Helena grazed her teeth down his breast, at the same time twisting the base of his shaft. Bending her knees, she kissed her way down her temptation’s incredible body, as his manhood pressed against the fabric of her dress. She traced her index finger along his shaft, loving the sound of his labored breath. Still, it was the moisture on her fingertip that sent even more waves of arousal coursing through her. Helena knelt down on the floor, eager to taste him. The view of his large, stiff cock, just an inch away from her mouth, caused her to bite her lower lip. The thick veins around his shaft were throbbing. Precum had already leaked out of his cockhead, and was making its way down towards his balls.

“So naughty…” Cliff groaned, tilting his head back, as she dipped her head, taking him in her hot, wet mouth. Relishing his salty taste, she swirled her tongue around his cockhead, as he reached his hand down towards her. He drove it into her hair, grunting, as his length slipped further and further into her. Helena was burning with desire, feeling his stiffness, as she gripped him hard.

Her pussy was aching for his touch: she was desperate for pleasure; the pleasure that she knew he could give her. She would have loved to get rid of her panties and touch herself. Her show would turn him on even more. She would get to climax with him as well in that case. Still, she would do no such thing. Helena wanted Cliff to take her on that sensual journey. A man’s touch would definitely be preferable to hers. Short, muffled moans were escaping her, as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Stroking him hard, she slid her hand up his stomach and his chest, as the tip of her tongue collected one more, thick drop of precum. But then, she felt some pressure on her wrist. In a swift move, Cliff grabbed it, as he bent his head down. Parting his lips, he led her fingers into his mouth, which put a sexy smile on her face. The heat and the moisture on her skin motivated her to quicken her pace. By now, the muscles on his legs were flexing faster and faster. Still, Helena wanted him to enjoy this even more if possible. So, she reached around, and pulled down the zipper of her dress, revealing her large, luscious breasts. Sadly though, her plans to give him an orgasm were overthrown. Cliff let go of her hand, and bent down. Before she knew it, his hands were under her armpits. Her ersatz scream filled his room, as he picked her up.

“My turn,” he spoke, his voice bursting with lust, as he brought her breasts up to his level. Helena threw her arms around his neck, smiling down at him, as her dress fell onto the floor. She kicked off her high heels, as she felt his hot lips in the middle of her chest. Cliff might have interrupted her, but, never before had she been happier to be interrupted. She was in his strong arms, losing herself in the sensuality of his touch, anticipating more of his caresses. He didn’t fail her. She curled her legs around his waist, as he left a trail of juicy kisses across her chest. Exhaling hard on her skin, he continued down, to the underside of her breast, as he stroked her lower back.

“Awww, yeah…” she whimpered, tipping her head back, as his lips teased her flesh, sending waves of pleasure up and down her spine. Cliff’s right arm released her body, as he snaked his tongue out. The firm squeeze on her breast forced a long moan from her, as the tip of his tongue closed in on her hard, swollen nipple. Helena flexed her arm muscles, and pulled him closer, as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. His French kiss on this sensitive area amplified her desire, and made her wonder why she had not surrendered to him first. He was focused: driven to take care of her needs; and from his deep grunts, proved just how much he was savoring his actions and her body. Cliff started off towards his bed, allowing his tongue to run circles around her nipple. Helena loosened her grip around his neck, letting her hand slide up and into his hair. Gently, he laid her down onto his bed, as he opened his eyes. She licked her upper lip, as her gaze met his. His eyes had darkened with lust, his face contorting with a mix of admiration and desire.

“Nylons…” he hissed, as she lifted her legs up in the air. “I love nylons.”

Helena’s face lit up with yet another smile, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. Slowly, she pulled it off, maintaining eye contact with him. But, Cliff would not look into her eyes. Instead, he scanned her legs, biting his lower lip, as he got out of his remaining clothes. Getting rid of her panties, she threw them across the floor. This time, Helena couldn’t resist the sight of his sculpted body. She reached down, staring up at the bulging muscles of his shoulders. Still, before she could show him how much she liked what she saw, he climbed into bed. Cliff crawled up to her, his gaze fixed on her left thigh.

“You’re so creamy…” he whispered, planting a long, sensual kiss on her inner thigh, his lips on where her stocking met her flesh. She parted her legs, watching, as he made his way up, kissing her skin, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Her nylons rustled, as he traced his fingers up her legs. Just when they reached his face, he squeezed her flesh, as a louder grunt left his mouth.

“God, yeah!” moaned Helena, tossing her head back as she felt his lips on her clit. They burned her flesh, like lava spewing from a volcano, incinerating everything in its wake. Cliff didn’t waste any time in bringing his fingers closer to her entrance as his tongue darted against her clit. He was relentless, sucking it into his mouth, releasing it, kissing it, as he kept this thumb less than half an inch away from her entrance. He was torturing her… and what a sweet torture it was, lying there, savoring his worship, giving in to the temptation that had stolen her mind since the day she met him. Cliff flicked his tongue against her clit, as he trailed his thumb upward. Helena jolted up, her eyes snapping open, as she felt it slowly penetrating her, stretching flesh that had not been stretched in so long. Her eyes snapped open, as it went deeper, quenching her desire. Trapping her clit between his teeth, he pulled it into his mouth. She liked the view even more than earlier. Cliff’s grunts were louder, a clear sign that he was enjoying this much more than kissing her breasts. His free hand was on her inner thigh, stroking her, as his finger and his mouth sent her into ecstasy. Actually seeing it wasn’t necessary. Helena could feel everything very vividly, her senses were being overwhelmed by his sweet, tantalizing touch, but catching a glimpse of the passion in his every move was more than worth it. Still, he didn’t allow her to keep her eyes open for long. His penetration was giving her too much pleasure, and his tongue was traveling up and down her pussy lips. Helena shut them, moaning louder, as she felt the initial waves of her orgasm rolling through her.

“Cliff!” she cried out, arching up, as he French kissed her pussy, driving his thumb in and out of her, faster, harder, driving her crazy with lust. She gripped the sheets, opening her mouth wide, as her powerful orgasm washed over her, leaving her squirming beneath him. In an instant, the intensity in Cliff’s caresses disappeared altogether. He laid a tentative kiss on her clit, as he eased his thumb out of her. It was if her body was some kind of expensive porcelain, and he was trying his best not to break it.

“I’ve never tasted something so sweet in my whole life,” he whispered, running his gaze up her body, as he leaned back. Cliff gave her a good opportunity to marvel at his body, as he sat up. Recalling his earlier confession, Helena raised her legs in the air, as her lips curled into a devilish smile. The short groan he let out was a clear sign that he had been honest with her.

“They feel like heaven,” he said, the rasp in his voice broadening her smile, his cock resting on her groin, as he grabbed the base of his shaft. “So smooth; so sexy…”

Then, he pushed his manhood down, to align it with her entrance. Helena squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering, as she felt the swollen cockhead parting her soaking wet pussy lips. Cliff wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, as his lips landed on her right ankle. Inch by inch, she enveloped his length, as he kissed his way up her calf. Grazing his fingers up her legs, he nipped at her flesh, as he drove his big, stiff cock in and out of her. Helena’s insides were burning from the friction. The room was spinning around her, as he satisfied the hunger of her affection-starved existence. She struggled to focus her gaze on him, catching a glimpse of her breasts, as they bounced gently up and down. Everything was a blur; yet, the sensations that were sending every nerve in her body into overdrive were crystal clear. His ample inches, stretched her further and further, reaching her depths, as his thick, warm juices mixed with hers, in a sensual union that had them both moaning with intense pleasure. The kisses: up and down her calf, on her knee and her inner thigh; the moisture that had seeped through her nylons; increased her desire as his mouth worked tirelessly to pleasure her. Cliff’s large, strong hands circling around her thighs; squeezing and lightly pinching or stroking her smooth flesh; holding her to his body as her nylons chafed against her skin with each delicious thrust; all kept drawing her closer towards her fulfillment. But, there was one more touch that was missing from this mating ritual, one that Helena could not possibly experience in this position: his lips on her mouth. So, she parted her legs, easing them out of his grasp, to put them back down on the bed, as she opened her hazy eyes.

“Kiss me…” she spoke in a lust-ridden whisper, beckoning him towards her. No response left Cliff’s lips. Bending his body forward, he kept his hands on her calves, looking right into her eyes. Her vision somewhat cleared, enough to see his lustful gaze, as his face got closer. Still, as his lips crashed against hers, it was no longer a matter of sight; it was a matter of touch. His mouth felt more like a raging fire, its sweltering flames licking the seam of her lips, as he shoved his length all the way inside her. Helena quickly put either hand on his cheeks, feeling more warmth and hardness in her depths, as he caressed her thighs. Within moments, she could feel all of the muscles in his body, flexing above her, as the steady strokes turned into deep, hard thrusts. By then, their moans were echoing back at the walls of his room, as Cliff led her to a paradise of ecstasy. Helena’s arms curled around his shoulders, as she tilted her head back. Sinking her long fingernails into his stiff skin, she felt him plowing away into her, as he tugged at her lower lip.

“Please, don’t stop!” She begged, gripping his shoulders, as the sound of his big balls, slapping up against her filled her ears. He was hitting her clit, moving his hands up her legs, as his sweet pounding coaxed her closer to yet another climax. Raking her fingers across his back, she cried out his name once again, as she clung to him. Her astounding orgasm hit with such severity, it caused her to rattle in his arms, as he held onto her hips. All of a sudden, she felt his weight increase, as he tossed his head back. A long, deep groan fled his lips, just before Helena sensed his length on her stomach. She was breathing in pants, as the warm, sticky juices on her skin, helped her realize what had happened. Cliff had exploded all over her. And, much to her surprise, he would not lay in bed. He merely stared into her eyes, his gaze a mix of pleasure, contentment and joy.

“You’re one naughty girl, Helena,” he uttered, breathing in pants, as he leaned over her. Girl… it had been decades since anybody had called her that. “You’ve just…” he paused, and took a deep breath; “blown my mind. I can’t wait for more: dates; spending time with you; touching you…”

“That makes two of us,” she whispered, sliding her hands across his back, before pulling him near. With one more, gentle kiss, they sealed the night, a night that had sent shockwaves down her spine, in more than one way. Helena was feeling more like a young adult, exploring the joys of her maturity. She thought Cliff was the ripe fruit that she was destined to taste: sweet; tender; full of intoxicating juices; and capable of pulling her away from her reality. So much pleasure, the witch became determined to savor it to the last drop.