CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
The wind threatened to reveal Clarissa in all her glorious nakedness. I held her dress down as she giggled infectiously. I smiled more than ever. For someone known to be serious, my facial muscles ached. I’d re-entered civilian life as a shadow. That probably fulfilled my original motivation for going to war, which was to lose myself. But my spirit also perished— a spirit that Clarissa, through her touch, soft voice, and beauty, had restored.
We stopped off at the supermarket and picked up food. Even something as mundane as shopping was fun with Clarissa gliding along by my side. When she reached for a packet of crisps, noticing that we were alone in the aisle, I let my hands creep up her legs. The fact she was without panties had been driving me crazy from the moment we entered the busy store. She turned and cast me a frown, which was quickly chased away by a giggle.
“I can’t help myself, and nor can you it seems, you wet angel,” I whispered.
“I’m always like that around you, Aidan,” Clarissa responded in girlish softness, sending my cock into a frenzy.
Noticing another person enter the aisle, I stopped and wiped her arousal on my jeans. My petulant cock throbbed for round three as I hurried Clarissa along.
I insisted Clarissa choose all the toiletries she needed. As she reached for the cheaper brands, I redirected her to the more expensive versions. When I handed her a body-wash, Clarissa balked. “Aidan, that’s thirty dollars too much.”
“Do you know how much I earn in an hour?” I asked.
She shook her head. Her hair fell around her face in such a captivating way. Each time I looked, her beauty increased. Then there were Clarissa’s many expressions. Although on the reserved side, those large eyes and that expressive elfin face always had something to say even without uttering a word.
She was like a sunset that improved with each viewing.
“The last time I looked, I made fifty thousand an hour,” I said.
Her mouth dropped open. “Holy cow, that much?”
I laughed. “I know it’s crazy. It shocks me at times.”
We grabbed enough to keep us in store for the night and morning and headed back.
“Tomorrow, I fly out again,” I said as we entered the apartment. “This time, it’s Germany for two weeks.” My tummy tightened. I hated the idea of leaving Clarissa that long. “That’s why I needed this day with you.”
“What’s in Germany?” Clarissa sat on the sofa and kicked off her shoes. Starting at her dainty feet, my eyes traveled up her legs. That she was not wearing panties had become an obsession.
“I’m going there to study their solar farms,” I said, pouring two glasses of juice.
Clarissa took a glass and sipped. “That seems like a passion for you.” Her eyes showed no concern that I’d be away for two weeks. Hell. Did I want her more than she wanted me?
Clarissa stared at me expectantly. I realized she’d asked me a question. “Sorry, I just can’t concentrate, knowing you’re”—I ran my hand up her leg— “not wearing panties.”
She giggled. “Aidan, you’re a sex maniac.”
“I’m not normally,” I said defensively.
“I’d just like to know more about you, and what you do, what drives you. You fascinate me, Aidan— that’s all.” A cheeky little grin formed. “But I do also like being touched.”
My mood heightened, while my cock grew hard at the way she emphasized “touched.”
“I’m a fan of renewables, to answer your earlier question. I want to gain insight into best practices so that I can develop farms here—mainly for those folks at the bottom of the food chain—so that they can access clean and cheap energy.”
Clarissa’s face filled with admiration again. “That’s such a noble ambition. But why Germany?”
“Because they have the best systems in the world. For a country not known for sunny weather, it’s now generating an impressive amount of energy. Solar is the major contributor, although there’s wind and hydro in that mix as well. My plan is to get with the team over there and learn how to replicate their model.”
“Did you study engineering or the like? You seem so knowledgeable.”
I shook my head. “Dropped out at sixteen—not something I’m proud of, mind you.”
“Hey, some of the most brilliant people in history were not formally educated. Knowledge is everywhere. In any case, colleges don’t make us intelligent. They equip us with knowledge so that we can work. Intelligence is innate.” She paused. “I met some dumb people at college.”
Clarissa’s sardonic tone made me chuckle. “One year spent in Europe gave me time to think, read, and absorb. That’s where I formed my love of art.”
“I love that about you, Aidan,” Clarissa crooned. “You’re one of those unique beings who can be anything he wants to be.” She smiled so sweetly my heart went to liquid. “Why didn’t you pursue music as a career? You’re very talented.”
“How many compliments can a man take?” I said, pushing back my hair.
“Did your mom or dad encourage you?”
“My mom was all over the place. And Dad toured all the time. When he was around, he taught me to play. And I suppose he encouraged me. But if anything, his lifestyle discouraged me from pursuing music as a career. Dad was always broke and frustrated. It’s a very competitive industry, and the type of music we’re into is everywhere. I needed to become independent. That’s why I joined the army. It was the only career where I didn’t need a college degree.”
“What do you mean by your mom being all over the place?” Clarissa asked.
Now we were on a slippery path. I hated talking about my childhood. I did not like airing my dirty linen around Clarissa. She was too pure for that. The only dirtying belonged in the bedroom. Not her soul.
I shrugged. “She was a hippie, smoked a fair bit of weed, and drank too much. Not a fit mother. But that’s okay, I managed. It made me independent. I learnt how to open cans of food at the age of two.”
“Oh my God, that’s terrible, Aidan.”
“Clarissa. Let’s not do pity. I hate it.” I dropped my gruff tone and added, “I’m here now. I’m rich. I’m with the most beautiful girl in the world. I wouldn’t do anything different, because I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.” I stroked her cheek.
Clarissa fell into my arms. Ah… that’s more like it.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, wiping my mouth after feeding off her juicy pussy.
“Yeah, for you,” she said.
Good answer.
I entered her hard. “I don’t want to bruise you baby. Tell me if it’s too much.”
Her mouth covered mine, her lips feverish, her tongue whipping into mine. She was on top of me, which was fast becoming my preferred position, with her delectable breasts dangling in my face. Her hair out and wild, Clarissa rode me hard. She was a fucking natural in the bedroom. Her appetite for my cock nearly brought tears to my eyes—particularly when she swallowed hard, licking her lips as if she’d tasted something delicious.
“Can we make it a rule for no more underwear when we’re together?” I rasped, making myself heat so badly that I was about to erupt. Normally, I could fuck long and hard. But with Clarissa, it was so overwhelming that it didn’t take long for me to fill her.
Clarissa’s moans built. Her pussy contracted in sharp spasms, sucking my dick in deeply. Even her cries were erotic. Her nails dug into my arms, her tits on my face.
Oh… it didn’t get better than this.
Our release joined forces into one mighty, ceiling-hitting explosion.
Waiting for my breath to regulate, I stroked her curvy back. She had the type of shapely butt that made a man sigh. “Where did you come from?”
Clarissa cast one of her enigmatic grins. “From a pair of eccentric parents.”
“Hmm… you too.” I sniffed.
“Well, maybe not like your mom and dad.”
“Tell me, why did you pursue art history?” I asked, realizing that so far, all the talk had been about me.
“My mother introduced me to art as a child. She was into painting. I suppose my love of art started there.” Clarissa glided gracefully over to the window. It was a stormy day, and the clouds were gathering at speed. In the background, lightning pierced the dark-gray sky. “I love storms. Especially here with this view.”
I nodded in agreement. It was a marvelous view, all sea, sky, and nothing else, just as I liked it, just as I needed it.
“Did you study art?” I asked, recalling her impressive sketch.
“For a while I did. But I decided that art history would at least get me employed somehow. To be a successful artist these days requires business skills and money, and I’m not that person. I’m not ambitious, nor am I that driven. At least with art history, I can teach one day if need be.” Clarissa sat down next to me.
“You undersell yourself,” I said, turning to face her. “You’re driven, I believe. We loved what you did for the fundraiser. You’re a hard worker, Clarissa.”
“I found it really enjoyable.”
“Would you like to paint full-time?” I asked, thinking about the space downstairs at the estate that could easily be converted into a studio.
“Yes. One day. I’m not in a hurry. I sketch. I enjoy that. We’ll see.”
“You’re a remarkable girl, Clarissa.”
She sat by my side on the sofa. “And you, Mr. Thornhill, are a remarkable man.” Clarissa combed away a stray hair from my face. Her soft, moist lips melded sublimely with mine.
Each time we kissed was like the first.
“Aidan?”
“Yes.” I stroked her hair, as she rested in my arms. It was the most relaxed I’d been for a long while. I couldn’t recall a more perfect day.
“Why didn’t you introduce yourself when you were with Rocket in the garden and at the beach?”
“Because I was smitten,” I said, stroking her arm.
She frowned. “Why would that stop you from introducing yourself?”
“Good question. I suppose I wanted to see how you reacted on neutral ground. How you were with me as an ordinary man.”
“You were far from ordinary, Aidan.” Clarissa raised an eyebrow. “So did I pass the test?”
“Although there was no test, you would have passed one with flying colors,” I said. “I loved how you and Rocket got on. I loved the fact you were so down to earth. And holy shit, in that swimsuit.” My eyes burned into her. Clarissa had her shapely legs up on the sofa, and her dress had ridden up. My cock lengthened again.
“My spinster one-piece.” Clarissa giggled.
“You didn’t look like a spinster to me.” Her dress, still unbuttoned from our last steamy session, invited my greedy fingers in as I fondled her heavy breasts. I sat with her on the sofa and teased her nipples.
“That’s Tabi talking,” said Clarissa with her breathy getting aroused voice.
“Tabi? Oh, your housemate—or ex-housemate if I have my way,” I muttered.
“Your way?” Clarissa’s brow puckered.
“I want you with me, Clarissa,” I said, surprising myself. I hadn’t expected to do this so quickly.
When she didn’t respond, I asked, “You don’t like the idea?”
“I do… I suppose in a way I’m already there in the cottage.” Clarissa leaned forward, and I could see her tits completely. Christ, this girl was killing me.
“It’s just happening so fast. It’s brilliant how it is.”
“Yes, sure…” I stroked Clarissa’s cheek. I didn’t want to frighten her by my need to possess her. “What was your impression of me, then?” I asked, changing the subject.
“I thought you must’ve been the gardener.” Clarissa chuckled.
I grinned. “A gardener?” I thought about this. “Hmm… you know, I relate more to being a gardener than a billionaire.”
“What do you want to do with all that money?”
“I don’t know. Just keep setting up funds so that I can help those in need. And spoil you rotten. It’s brilliant being rich.”
“That’s what attracts me the most to you, Aidan—your kindness.” Clarissa’s emotion-filled voice penetrated to my soul.
“What, not my animal charms?” I said, smiling.
Clarissa giggled. “I thought you were a hot, sexy gardener. And whenever I went out for my walk, I hoped I would run into you.”
“Now, that turns me on,” I said, running my hand up her leg. “Clarissa…” I looked into her eyes, my own eyes heavy with need. “You’re so delectably wet.”
“That’s because of how you’re touching me.”
“I like the way you touch me,” I said, circling her swelling clit with my finger. Clarissa reached into my unzipped pants and played with my cock. “We’re like two over-sexed teenagers who can’t get enough of each other,” I said, my voice thickening from arousal.
I loved Clarissa about to orgasm. She got this look in her half-closed eyes, her mouth agape and her whimpers sweeter than any music I’d ever heard. Just as I felt her clit pulsing, I entered her with two fingers, and she trembled, squirting cum on my fingers. “That’s it, baby. Yes,” I murmured. I lifted her off the sofa and carried her into the bedroom for round four.