CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
James, my driver, stood waiting for me. The day was hot. Germany had been much milder than LA, even in summer.
Not a keen flyer, I felt relief to be back on the ground. I’d slept after taking a pill to knock me out, something I often did on long flights, especially this time as the prospect of seeing Clarissa had wired me up.
The gala ball flashed in my mind. I’d planned poorly, given that I was not in the mood to socialize. A quiet night with Clarissa would have been preferable.
My impatience to get back home was heightened by the congested freeway. “It’s ten o’clock Saturday morning. You’d think they’d all be either breakfasting, jogging, shopping or doing something other than driving.”
James laughed. He was an army buddy like everyone who worked for me. “How was Germany?”
“Inspiring. Their renewable energy programs are light-years ahead.”
“Is that so?”
I nodded. “And without the sunlight we get. Imagine that.”
“Is it cheaper?”
I exhaled. That was a big question for me. “It will cost a fair sum to set up. But once it’s running, the energy is free except for running costs, which means the general upkeep of equipment. Don’t have to buy coal or oil. Or dig earth, drill ocean beds, or even fight wars over it.” I snorted.
“Don’t we know about that,” said James icily.
I nodded, maintaining my silence. Politics was not my choice topic.
“So the consumer won’t pay much or anything for energy, then?” James asked.
“That’s the intention. The plan is to build renewable energy farms—a mix of solar panels and wind turbines in areas with little employment and lots of open space that’s deemed useless. After I get there, it won’t be useless.” I smiled, feeling excited as I always did when mulling over my project’s life-changing potential.
“Aidan, that’s so impressive. That will make a difference. Energy is really expensive.”
“It will also clean the air.” I pointed out the window at smog-blanketed LA.
“What about here? Are you going to set some up in California, considering the sun?”
“The deep south is more in need. There’s already quite a bit happening here. Although looking outside at the moment, the air’s dirty. But that’s more to do with cars than energy.”
“That’s the next step, isn’t it? I know we’re driving an electric car, but it would make a difference if everyone was in one.”
“You bet.” I paused to reflect. “For starters, there needs to be a battery that lasts longer and takes less time to recharge. The batteries available now are a bit of a turn-off for most people.” I stretched my arms and yawned. “It’s coming. I met an engineer in Frankfurt who, in conjunction with some students here, is working on a nanowire battery capable of recharging itself. No more stopping and recharging. When that becomes a reality, it will be a major game-changer.”
“That gives me much hope.” James glanced at me. His handsome African-American features brimmed with respect. “I worry about my grandchildren. That’s if I ever have any.” He chuckled.
“What about you, Aidan? Are you planning to have a big family?”
“I haven’t given it much thought.” My stomach tightened.
“I wasn’t much into the idea myself, but when Natalia came along, my heart grew so big I…” His voice cracked. Wow, this giant of a man was about to cry.
I touched his bulky arm. “You’ll make a fantastic father, James.”
“And so will you, Aidan. Look at how you care for everyone—the club for the veterans, the women’s shelters, the lost dogs’ home.”
“I don’t know. Helping others is one thing but bringing up a life is another.”
“With a good woman, it’s nothing but a joy,” said James.
“Maybe so.” I visualized Clarissa holding a baby. The thought suddenly terrorized me. I didn’t want to share her. “To be honest, James, I cringe at the thought of it. I have no idea on how to be a father. I wasn’t exactly exposed to a nurturing family environment.”
“Mine was pretty fucked-up. Drugs, liquor, violent dad,” said James. “But I tell you one thing.” His black eyes shone with determination. “I will make a difference, just like you are already making a difference to so many people’s lives.”
I touched his arm affectionately. “You’re a good man, James.”
“And you, bro”—James pointed his long, dark finger at me— “apart from being the most handsome dude in the whole of LA, have a brilliant mind, a heart bigger than the whole of California, and an ear like a mother-fucker.”
James played the bass guitar and would often pop into the Red House to jam with me.
I laughed raucously for the first time in two weeks.
At last, we were heading along the scenic ascent to Malibu. As soon as the deep blue sea came into view, my body relaxed. I unwound the window. The salty air caressed my face and entered my lungs. Ah… elixir, body and soul. Yes, so good to be home.
“It’s another perfect day in Malibu.” I sighed, dreaming of a swim, with Clarissa bobbing up and down in the water. My cock stirred.
“Isn’t it? Wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. I love the place,” said James with that white, toothy, infectious smile of his.
“I’m with you there, man,” I said, matching his smile
After showering and unpacking the gifts I’d bought Clarissa, I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I took off with a hurried step. My heart was beating as excitedly as that of a teenager about to kiss the girl he’d been pining after for a whole season.
But first, I had to visit Rocket. I loved my dog. His bark rang in the air as I headed to greet him. Whenever I traveled, he lived at the back with Roland, Will’s son, who I was pissed at for telling Clarissa I was a ladies’ man. That rumor had been passed around by Amy, so technically it wasn’t really Roland’s fault, but it still annoyed me. And were he not Will’s son, I would have fired him, which would have been a pity because Roland was great with Rocket.
My loving pet came bounding towards me, leaping up and licking me with wild doggy abandon, his dancing brown eyes full of love.
“Hey, buddy,” I said, patting and hugging him in the way one does a dog. He was my best pal. I’d rescued him from our dog shelter. His sad, take-me-home eyes were too much for me to resist. He’d been with me for five years. Most nights, I had him in my room. I found his company calming, and he kept me sane. But since meeting Clarissa, I had spent little time with him.
I didn’t have the heart to leave Rocket, so I let him follow along at my heels as I made my way to see Clarissa, certain she wouldn’t mind. I turned the corner, and saw Clarissa sitting under the old willow, sipping coffee with her father. I paused. They were laughing about something. It was heartwarming to have both of them together, not only because the library had become a thriving environment, inspiring me to buy more rare editions, but also because I’d made this charming, well-spoken man seriously happy.
As I watched them together, my heart spilled over with joy. Clarissa had her bare feet up on the other chair. Her slim, shapely legs were out on glorious display. And her hair in a braid fell seductively over— sigh— her voluptuous tits.
Julian wore a cravat. I loved his style, so old-world and elegant.
Rocket was the first to charge.
“Aidan,” exclaimed Clarissa glancing up at me. A gorgeous smile lit her face. She patted Rocket. “Hello, Rocket.”
Julian nodded warmly and held his hand out. “Comfortable flight, I trust?”
“Yeah, it was fine. Thanks for asking.” My gaze headed straight over to Clarissa. How could I not? What an angel.
While Rocket and Julian bonded, Clarissa giggled away. The scene would stay etched in my memory; it was such a natural, perfect moment.
“Who does he remind you of, Dad?”
“He’s just like Huxley. I’ve met Rocket on numerous occasions. We’ve even been down to the beach together, haven’t we, boy?”
After Julian patted Rocket, he rose. “I’d best be getting on. I’ve got a few things to do before the big night.” He glanced over at his daughter, smiled warmly, and saluted me.
“I’m so glad you’ll be making it to dinner tonight, Julian,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “It was considerably difficult to get out of, with not one, but two women coming at me. I’m not one for pomp and ceremony normally.” He grinned.
“We share that, Julian. I’m not too keen on crowds myself,” I said.
Julian’s focus settled on my bag. “Gustav Klimt—The Kiss.” He looked over at Clarissa and raised his eyebrows. “Did you tell Aidan you were a fervent admirer of Klimt?”
All wide-eyed and filled with wonder, Clarissa shook her head. “No, he doesn’t know that.” I handed her the bag.
“Did you go to the Belvedere Museum in Vienna?” Clarissa’s tone was filled with envy.
“Yes,” I said. Her far-reaching knowledge of art always impressed me. “I did a quick detour to Austria. I visited it once before and was so struck by the art that I had to go back and get you something from there.” I glimpsed at Julian, who was watching Clarissa as she unpacked the gift.
Clarissa lifted a huge book. “Oh my, Aidan. It’s tremendous,” she cooed. The gift sat heavily in her arms. “Look, Dad.”
“How marvelous. It must have the entire collection,” said Julian, holding his chin and looking professorial.
“Oh, and I got you something as well, Julian.” I dug into the bag and brought out a cellophane wrapper with a silk cravat.
Julian’s eyes widened in gratitude. “Oh, how choice. You shouldn’t have.”
“It was too irresistible. I passed a shop that specialized in cravats, and I popped in. Thought of you, of course, and then”—I looked over at Clarissa— “I picked up a few for myself.”
Her smile widened. “I can’t wait to see you in one,” she enthused in that girlish, knee-weakening voice.
“I have to go.” Julian touched my arm. “It’s very elegant. I’ll wear it this evening.” He bowed his head respectfully, knelt to pat Rocket a final time, and left.
Clarissa, meanwhile, had opened the book and was marveling at the images. “How did you know that I loved Klimt?”
I shrugged. “I just guessed, I suppose. Anyway, there are more gifts.”
She peered up. “Oh, Aidan, you’ve already spoiled me with this.” She opened the show bag, reached in, and pulled out a T-shirt with an image of The Kiss. “I love it. Oh, I love it.” She hugged me.
As much as I wanted to take that hug further, I needed her to find the rest of her gifts first. “Keep going.”
She frowned. “Really?” Her little hand burrowed in and brought out an attractive wooden box that had a Klimt painting etched into it. “It’s fetching, Aidan.” She put it down on the table.
“Open it,” I said.
Clarissa’s excited face lengthened. She looked afraid. I had to smile. What was she expecting?
Clarissa’s jaw dropped. “Cartier…” She opened the velvet box. “Oh my God, Aidan.” Her voice had gone up in pitch. She held her mouth. “They’re not real, are they?” The diamond chandelier earring glistened brilliantly in the sunlight.
“Clarissa, I’m not so cheap that I’d buy fakes.”
She stared incredulously at the magnificent classic earrings. Aware of Clarissa’s predilection for vintage designs, I went for that style. They also happened to be the most attractive, despite the overly friendly assistant trying to steer me towards a more contemporary style.
“Aidan, I can’t accept these. They must’ve cost you a fortune. I’ve never owned anything like this. I mean, they’re breathtakingly stunning to be sure.” She peered up with those large brown eyes that were driving me and my cock mad.
“You will accept them, because for one, they won’t go with what I’m wearing.” I lisped making myself sound ridiculously effete.
Clarissa’s frown faded, and she giggled wildly. Ah, that’s better. Her peals of infectious laughter registered immediately with my groin.
“Let’s go into the cottage. You can try them on for me.” I stepped up onto the patio and took Clarissa gently by the arm.
Her eyes were still on my gift. “I’m sorry, it’s messy, Aidan, I haven’t…”
Before she could say anything else, I had her in my arms, holding her close. “I’ve been dreaming of this.” I sighed. “I’ve missed you, Clarissa.”
“Me too.” Clarissa ran her tongue over her full lips.
That did it. My lips met her soft, warm mouth. I wanted her so badly that it was hard to be tender. Instead, my tongue searched hers and entwined with the full force of my out-of-control libido. Her cheek burned against mine.
My hands ran down her undulating waist to her firm soft thighs. I felt her curvy bottom. My cock was as hard as steel. I wasn’t going to last. I pulled down her shorts. Her firm, voluptuous bottom fitted into my hungry grasp. My heart pumped wildly. “You’re not wearing panties, Clarissa,” I said, gasping.
“I was hoping you’d drop in, and”— her voice was silky and soft— “I remembered your request.” She giggled again, and that was it. I lifted her up and led her to the bedroom. She was as light as a feather.
“I’m sorry it’s a mess.”
“I couldn’t give a shit, Clarissa.” I placed her on the bed. “Just come here and take that top off for me, please. I need to look at you.” I could barely speak.
She lifted her top, and I exhaled a jagged breath. “You’ve grown. Is that at all possible?” I caressed her swollen, soft breasts.
“I’m about to get my period. They always tend to swell up,” she said softly.
I undid my fly and dropped my shorts and boxers in one go. Clarissa lifted off my T-shirt. I loved her newfound confidence. Clarissa’s eyes lingered on my erection. The way her eyelids grew heavy with lust unhinged me. She was becoming a glutton for sex. The more insatiable the better.
“Can you see what you do?” I said, holding my cock.
Clarissa’s eyes were so seductive. I opened her legs and hissed. My mouth watered. Her pussy was wet, and equally needy as my cock.
As I joined her on the bed, Clarissa’s hand went straight for my cock. “Careful. I may not last,” I whispered into her ear.
Our lips crushed. We were equally famished. Her scent was earthy with a hint of jasmine. I hungered for her breasts after having fantasized about them for two weeks. And as I fondled them, my cock threatened to shoot. My tongue ran down her neck to her nipples. I teased them with my teeth and tongue, and Clarissa writhed beneath me, whimpering.
My hands ran down between her round thighs and landed on her swollen clit. Her whimpers grew louder.
“My delectable girl,” I rasped. “I have to eat you first. Get you wet and ready. We don’t want this pretty little pussy bruised.”
Clarissa opened her legs wide, encouraging me, as my tongue rotated around her bud. The stickier she became, the louder her moans. It didn’t take long before Clarissa’s tormented whimpers bounced off the walls as she flooded me with her musky cream.
“You’re like honey.” I wiped my mouth and kissed Clarissa whose mouth was wide and equally needy.
Clarissa, with my guidance, sat on top. That gorgeous face, those full bouncing tits. She slid onto my erection, her eyelids lowering. My slow groan resonating in primal pleasure. Ah… I’d experienced nothing like Clarissa before. This was lovemaking that every man dreamt of.
“I hope I’m not crushing you,” murmured Clarissa.
“You’re super light, baby,” I gasped, barely able to speak from the sheer bliss of her drenched pussy clasping on tight. “I love you on top.”
I had to use all my control because I wanted to shoot. But first, Clarissa needed to orgasm with me.
As she leaned in towards me, her breasts fell into my mouth. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. After two weeks of unabated arousal, I was on a rampage to ravish.
Clarissa’s vaginal walls contracted around my inflamed cock. Her movement was frenzied. The sheer friction robbed me of my senses.
What a moment. Clarissa’s nipples were in my mouth, my hands kneading her breasts. “Am I hurting you?” My voice was strangled.
“I like it,” Clarissa said. Yes, she loved me fondling her tits. Clarissa loved my cock ripping into her as well, if her contorting face was anything to go by. Agonized ecstasy echoed out of her parted lips.
“One can only dream of a pussy like yours, Clarissa.”
“I love feeling you inside, Aidan.”
“Did you think about me doing this?” My thrusts increased, and the friction burned deep.
Clarissa’s moans grew in strength. “Yes.”
“Did you touch yourself?” I asked, about to lose it completely.
“Yessss….” Clarissa’s pussy contracted in frenzied spasms, taking me with her. I shot so hard and deep that I thought my head would burst. It was lift-off. The heat was so intense that time stretched, as did my growl. I had never experienced that kind of orgasm before.
Clarissa fell into my arms, and together our hearts beat in wild harmony.
“That was something else. It just keeps getting better,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“It does for me too.” Clarissa sighed.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked, caressing her cheek.
“A little, but I like it.” Clarissa smiled so sweetly that my cock hardened again.
I drank in her beautiful face.
“What?” she asked.
“You get this look after coming, Clarissa. There is a tinge of shyness mixed with a hungry, turned-on glow. It socks it right to me.”
“Socks it right to you?”
“Yeah. Haven’t you ever watched Laugh-In?” I asked, tickling her tummy.
“Ah…” Clarissa pulled away and giggled. “Don’t, I’m ticklish.” She sat up. “Yes, I have. I love the sixties, remember?”
“I do. I remember everything about you, Clarissa Moone.”
I pulled her into my arms. My cock thickened, and we were ready for round two. She licked her lips while gazing heavy-lidded at my cock. This girl had a penchant for fellatio. With those full, soft, and sensuous lips, how could one complain?
How erotic to see the semen dripping off her lips, like a hungry vampire, Clarissa wiped my creamy release from her mouth. She sat up, looking pleased, and deservedly so because that was one hell of a blowjob. I wanted to stop her so that I could enter her, but Clarissa insisted on going all the way.
My fingers explored below. “Now it’s your turn.”
“I can’t. I have to work. We have guests arriving tonight, remember?” Clarissa tilted her head.
I followed her into the bathroom. “Delegate. Get others to help. Let’s stay here. We can go to the beach. I’m hanging out for a swim. Then we can have lunch and then…” I wiggled my eyebrows.
She slapped my shoulder playfully. “You’re incorrigible, Aidan Thornhill.”
Clarissa turned on the taps and stepped into the shower.
Compared to the double-sized showers I’d become accustomed to, it was a tight fit. Nevertheless, I followed her and held Clarissa as the water cascaded over us.
“I can’t do any of that today, Aidan, as much as I’d love to.” Her eyes sparkled flirtatiously. “I could show off my new bikinis.”
My cock stirred. “You’ve got new bikinis?” I hissed.
She nodded with a girlish smile.
“I hope you haven’t worn them already. In public, I mean. You’re a well-developed girl.”
Clarissa laughed. “You’re so possessive.”
I slid my hands over her wet breasts. “I have a right to be. I’m sure you wouldn’t want me flaunting it around horny girls, would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t.” Clarissa sighed. “But I have little control over that. Every time we’re out I notice girls’ eyes feasting on you.”
I haven’t noticed,” I responded dryly.
It was a half-truth. There’d been a few occasions where I’d been blatantly groped. LA was teeming with assertive women. A part of me liked that kick-ass attitude, but not for love-making. I admired it in business, but initiating sex was another thing. I’d never been aroused by women who threw themselves at me. I cringed at the thought of Jessica, my ex-fiancée, who was overly confident and vain. Give me grace and sweetness of nature any day, if only for the languid sensuality that comes with it.
I massaged body wash over her body. Hard again, my needy cock pushed against her leg.
“Turn around. I’ll do your back,” I said, rubbing myself against her butt. My cock needed to take her addictive pussy this way. As my fingers crept between her lips, I felt her heat. “Mm, that feels sublime,” I said. My fingers dripped with her desire.
“Oh…” Clarissa purred a stretched moan. Yielding to my beseeching erection, Clarissa stopped talking about all the things she needed to do. Much to my delight, she seemed to love this as much as I did.
“Ah…” I drew a sharp breath. “Do you want it hard or gentle?” I said in a barely-there voice.
“Hard.” Clarissa gasped.
Good answer.
Clarissa’s soft, curvy butt squished against my balls as I entered her in one exquisite push. She sucked my cock with her tight little pussy. The pleasure bordered on unbearable.
With blood charging through my veins, my thrusts increased. Driven by pure lust, each penetration created a raging fire. My hard body pressed against Clarissa’s soft and undulating form. Her voluptuous ass danced provocatively against my ravaging cock.
My heart threatened to erupt as her heavy breasts filled my insatiable hands. The build-up was agonizing. I could feel Clarissa sucking my cock in deeply. She shuddered. Her moan turned into a stretched wail. Her pussy had gone into a spasm, taking my cock with it.
A tormented growl escaped my lips as I shot long and hard.
“Fuck, Clarissa, what are you doing to me? I didn’t know I had so much jam.”
Clarissa fell into my arms, all soft and supplicating, panting into my neck. “Me too, Aidan.”
“Yes, you wet little angel.”
My heart unfurled. I wanted to tell Clarissa I loved her, but I stopped myself. It was too soon, even though I knew that nobody else could make me feel this way. I’d never been so aroused before. And my heart had never been so certain.