“Fine,” Clarissa said, and circled the long block to take him home.
“Thanks for coming with me,” Skull said, but exited the car before Clarissa had a chance to respond.
Clarissa watched as he walked up the steps before disappearing inside. She turned the steering wheel and began to pull out before shifting back into park and killing the engine. Although sore and exhausted, Clarissa climbed the steps and knocked on the door.
Silence buzzed around Clarissa, making her ears ring. Was he not going to answer the door? She knocked again and this time heard footsteps. Clarissa’s pulse raced as she tapped her foot nervously.
“What do I say to him?” she thought frantically as Skull approached, “What do I say? What the hell am I supposed to say to make this better? Is there anything I could say?”
The knob turned and the door opened slowly. Clarissa looked up at Skull and offered him a smile.
“Look I...” Skull began, but Clarissa cut off his words with a kiss.
“It’s okay,” she grinned, “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” Skull said arching an eyebrow.
Clarissa walked in and was surprised that Skull’s apartment was much cleaner than she expected.
“You okay, Bookworm?” he asked.
“Yea, I was just...” Clarissa said as she kicked off her flats before sitting down on the sofa. She didn’t want to tell him that she was worried about him, because guys never took those words well, “Yea, I’m fine, I just thought we could hang out and I wanted to say something too. I’m sorry we didn’t find Aaron today.”
“I should be used to not finding him by now,” Skull sighed.
Clarissa leaned her head on Skull’s shoulder and closed her eyes.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Skull wrapped his arm around her shoulders and leaned his cheek into the top of her head and was silent for a long slow moment. Clarissa focused on inhaling and exhaling steadily. She listened to the sound of her breathing mingling with Skull’s and felt a pink tinge rise on her cheeks.
“I love you too,” Skull finally said.
A sigh of relief escaped from Clarissa’s mouth and a grin spread across her face. She looked up at Skull meeting his brown eyes and gently touched his cheek. He looked tired as she felt, but Clarissa climbed into his lap anyway. She wanted to offer him the comfort her own heart and body craved. Clarissa’s fingers trailed over the nape of his neck playing with the fine hairs that grew there.
Her heart pounded against her chest as their lips met. Skull’s mouth was strong and warm against hers as his tongue parted her lips and twirled around her own. His hands rested on her waist, but she wanted to feel them on her body. The thought of his hands touching her folds and kissing her tender flesh made her blush deepen.
Clarissa broke the kiss long enough to slide her shirt over her head and toss it to the other side of the sofa. She looked at Skull whose eyes reflected the same longing intensity she felt in her belly. His hands trailed gently over her shoulders and stomach, before playing at the cleavage her bra left exposed. He traced the crevice, before pushing the cups out of the way and exposing her soft round breasts and their perky pink nipples.
This time Clarissa didn’t blush. This time the heat of Skull’s breath moving towards her nipples made her heart skip a beat and her clit twitch. She arched her back thrusting her breasts out, offering her nipples to his lips.
Her hips moved against his, sliding herself over the bulge in his pants. This wasn’t new, but the desire to go farther than they had the last time burned hot. Clarissa’s eyelids fluttered when she felt Skull’s hand slide under her skirt and caress her thighs. Her legs parted for his touch, inviting him into her.
Clarissa held tight to Skull’s shoulders as their kiss renewed. His fingers moved between her legs, exciting and enticing her. Her hands trembled with love, desire, and nerves as he lowered her onto her back. She looked up at him and he down at her, their eyes locked as they both panted. Skull captured her mouth again for a moment, before he disappeared. Clarissa looked over the back of the sofa, but she wasn’t sure where he had gone.
“To get a condom maybe?” she thought to herself, trying to make sense of the situation, but the ache between her thighs made it difficult to think, “Will it always feel this good?”
Clarissa wiggled out of her skirt and panties, discarding them, letting them fall where they might.
“Skull?” she called out, her voice sounding so wanton, that at first Clarissa didn’t recognize it as her own.
When she heard him returning, Clarissa sat up and leaned over the back of the sofa. Her tongue flicked over her lips wetting them and giving her a chill. Skull grinned at her and she smiled back, but
the desire that danced in her belly, changed its tempo, moving faster, urging her on, and sending her into his arms.
She walked slowly to him. Her every movement made her aware of her naked body and the freedom it provided was intoxicating. Skull pulled her to him and their tongues danced, moving in quick hungry motions. Clarissa ground her hips against Skull’s, the fabric of his jeans felt rough against her thighs and the soft folds that lay between them.
Skull led Clarissa one step at a time as they kissed. Clarissa was aware they were moving, but she didn’t care where he was leading her. She would go regardless. The soft fabric of a sheet brushed against the back of her knees as she fell onto Skull’s bed. They kissed as Skull finished undressing.