CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
AIDAN
It was ten o’clock in the morning. I’d never slept that late before. How long had I slept? The last thing I recalled was Clarissa giving me a blowjob that sent me off to heaven. Where was she? I dragged myself out of bed. My cock was hard, which wasn’t unusual for the morning—it had a tendency to ache for sex first thing, especially since Clarissa arrived.
Dressed in nothing but a bath towel, the goddess was in the kitchen, making coffee. I stood by and watched. I prayed she’d bend over. Boy, I had it bad.
She smiled. “Good morning.”
That face. Those glistening brown eyes, that soft black hair that sat just above her pear-shaped ass—Clarissa was a gift from the gods. After all the women I’d been with, I’d never met someone so pure in heart and soul. Just hearing her speak penetrated deep to my core.
Every gesture was unconsciously sensual as Clarissa brushed her hair from her face with that delicate hand. I could still taste the musky flavor that oozed from her when she came in my mouth.
She snuck a peek at my hard cock. He twitched in approval. Oh God, that expression— uncertain, yet aroused. What an honor to have watched Clarissa turn into a woman whilst in my arms.
For someone who liked to be in control, I was terrified of the power Clarissa had over me. I needed to be with her, in her, around her. It was like conquering Everest, only better. That was how I’d felt after Clarissa responded to my text the day before. After a week of desolation, I soared so high that in a rare display of emotion, I nearly hugged Greta, who probably would have reciprocated given she had a thing for Clarissa’s dad.
“I made you some coffee. I wasn’t sure how you like it.”
“Black is fine,” I said, entering the kitchen, I dropped her towel. Clarissa giggled. Her laughter could lift a fog, turn dark into light.
I pushed my hair back. Fuck, those tits. I’d always loved big breasts. But I didn’t like boob jobs. Clarissa’s were soft and firm, her nipples rosy and puckered like delectable raspberries. And the way her tits bounced about delectably, falling into my mouth when I fucked her—my heart skipped a beat thinking about it.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I said, kissing her luscious lips. Clarissa had the softest lips, not pumped up like some ridiculous cartoon character. Recalling them around my cock, I nearly came there on the spot.
I pulled away. “Let me look at you.”
Clarissa blushed, even after everything we’d done together.
Leading her by the hand, I said, “Let’s have a shower.”
After checking the temperature, I invited Clarissa in. I held her in my arms. She was about one foot shorter than me, which suited me fine—I loved petite women.
The water cascaded over us. I wanted to take her hard, but I had to prepare her. So I got on my knees. How I loved her musky earth scent.
Clarissa held onto the tiled wall, whimpering and quivering. I gripped her thighs and breakfasted on her sweet release as she flooded my mouth.
I stood up and kissed her swanlike neck. “Do you mind if I enter you this way?” I turned her around so that I faced her behind. “I don’t want to bruise you, but I’d love to fuck you hard.” My heart landed in my mouth. It was like we were fucking for the first time again.
“I’d like that,” she said with a breathy voice.
That did it. I plowed into her.
Her moaning was music. She was so wet and hot. That super-tight, responsive pussy clenched my cock. It didn’t take long at all. In fact, I only had to enter a few times, and I shot into her hard. I’d never come so quickly and intensely. Never one to cry out in sex, suddenly I’d become a crybaby.
“Hey, I didn’t get you off. That was way too hot. I lost all control,” I said, turning her to face me. I held her.
Her beautiful face flushed. Her eyes had that glint of arousal. “It’s fine. Maybe we can have another go soon.” She licked her lips.
Aah… She wanted to blow me. This girl swallowed my cum as if it tasted like chocolate. That thought alone made my cock bounce up. With her hand on my cock, Clarissa was a natural. She knelt down and moistened her luscious lips, then she took me deeply.
It was so hot that my cock went steel-hard in an instant. Instead of letting Clarissa finish me off, I lifted her up. And for round two, my balls pounded her firm, pear-shaped butt, my cock making a meal of her slick little pussy. This time, I made sure Clarissa climaxed so hard that her honeyed moans echoed off the tiles.
“Do you like pancakes?” I asked while toweling my hair.
“I love them,” replied Clarissa with a wide, amiable smile.
Her hair stacked high in a bun, Clarissa looked sophisticated. Although I loved her hair out and wild, her hair tied up showed off her long swan neck. She looked radiant.
“I know a great place within walking distance. What you do think?”
Clarissa glanced down at her dress, frowning.
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
“I’m overdressed. You know, the morning-after type of thing.”
“Clarissa, it is the morning after.” I laughed.
“Yes, I know. But I’m not dressed for it. This is a little out there.” She touched her dress.
“I love that dress. But I don’t like you feeling uncomfortable…” I thought about it for a moment while my body screamed out for pancakes. “Ah… I’ve got it. There’s a dress store a few doors down. How about we go in there? You can buy something suitable.”
Clarissa nodded. “Okay then. Why not?”
One could not avoid, it seemed, the devouring regard of the entire male population as we moved along the sidewalk. An uncomfortable tightness, something I’d never experienced before, settled in my belly. While oblivious to the stir she caused, Clarissa floated along. She did not have a femme-fatale bone in her body, which suited me fine. I was predisposed to jealousy, and if it was unleashed, I became highly combustive.
After we were seated in the busy eatery, all eyes were on us. Although accustomed to it, I hated it.
“Everyone’s staring,” Clarissa said, leaning forward and whispering.
“Tell me about it. This is the land of gossip and speculation. They’ve been on my back for a while now. Jessica saw to that,” I said in an icy tone.
“How so?” Clarissa asked.
The waiter arrived with our order. After he left, Clarissa said, “You were about to tell me about Jessica.”
And there I was, hoping Clarissa had forgotten the subject. “There’s not much to tell. Only that Jessica always made sure that cameras rolled whenever we were public.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “One of her many annoying traits.”
Clarissa raised a brow. “One?”
I sighed. “When I moved into the estate, I wanted to wash off the stain of my impoverished past.” I paused for a sip of coffee. “So, I mixed with the well-to-dos. Jessica came with that. I should’ve just gotten a publicist. That would’ve been more expedient.” I didn’t want to do this.
“In what way did she annoy you?”
“She wouldn’t take no for an answer. We were like chalk and cheese, different in a grating way. No pun intended.” I smirked, and Clarissa returned a wry grin.
Clarissa leaned on her elbow. That delectable cleavage had my cock pushing hard against my jeans. How could someone do this to me? I just wanted to fuck this girl all day and night.
“There’s not much to tell other than that the paparazzi and all of this unwanted attention started with her and hasn’t abated. It’s so not who I am, Clarissa. I’m a private guy.” I smiled tightly.
“How did she take the break-up?” asked Clarissa.
“Not that well. I suppose I ruffled her ego. Jessica never showed much emotion unless she was pissed. The relationship was one major, stupid mistake.”
Clarissa touched my hand, and my whole body fired up. Her limpid eyes kindled with sympathy, almost emasculating me. I didn’t do pity well.
“Hey, people do this all the time,” I said. “They have relationships that don’t work for whatever reason. You’re an anomaly, a rarity, one of those flowers that botanists spend their entire careers looking for.”
Clarissa’s face brightened into a wide smile. “How beautiful, what an amazing thing to say.”
Good. Let’s move on.
The food arrived and not too soon—my appetite was huge, as was Clarissa’s. For one so petite, Clarissa had a hearty appetite. I loved watching her eat. Even that turned me on. And when jam dropped onto her cleavage, I wanted to lick it off. I used my finger instead. Reading my arousal, Clarissa responded with a girlish giggle. I spent the rest of the meal hoping that jam would spill down Clarissa’s cleavage again, childish though that was. I’d never had that much simple fun before.