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"Well," I start, grabbing the hem of my dress and lifting it up slightly, showing him the drenched fabric of my dress. "I’ve been hiding this for ages," I tell him, rubbing the palm of my hand over the wetness between my thighs. "I was so wet that I was losing my sanity… I was a breath away from asking you to fuck me in front of the whole boardroom."

"And why didn’t you?"

"Now that I think of it, I should’ve," I laugh, inching closer to him and resting one hand on his knee. I slide my fingers toward his inner thigh, my heart tightening up as I realize that this time there’ll be no breaks for our lust. Oh, no, we’re going full-throttle this time. There’s no employees to interrupt us, calls to take, or memos to read… No, right now it’s just me and him.

And that sounds like the most perfect thing in the world, doesn’t it?

"I love you, Connor… You’re everything to me," I breathe out as I lean in to kiss him, small electric sparks making my body heat up.

"I love you…" he whispers back at me with a smile. And, this time, it’s a genuine one: there’s no sadness hiding behind his lips and eyes.

Just pure happiness.

40

Clarise

As soon as the limo starts rolling down the New York streets, it’s on. I feel the purr of the engine, and that’s enough to drown out all thoughts; right now, I’m working on instinct alone.

My heart races, my breathing becomes heavier, and my mind spins. I feel a strong urge taking hold of me and I know, at last, how it feels to be dominated by overwhelming passion. I've never been a big believer in love and all that, but now… Ah, now I’m a believer.

God, being with Connor was so impossibly good, but now that we’ve opened up to each other about how we feel, now that there are no more roadblocks in our way… Ah, feeling this good should be illegal!

Leaning into me, Connor presses his lips on mine and seals that thought. I allow my hands to fall around his waist and pull him to me. My lips dance with his and all that I can feel is a mad desire bursting inside of me. With his hands on my back, he breaks the kiss to plant his lips on my neck. I let my head fall back and close my eyes, sighing. Small waves of pleasure roam through my body, fresh and effervescent sensations filling all my senses.

I want him, I need him.

How many men have kissed me before? Only his kiss makes me feel this way, uncontrollable and at the mercy of desire. If I knew that I’d be crossing paths with Connor, you can believe me when I say that I’d have remained a virgin. Why waste my time with someone sub-par?

I feel my pussy growing wet (well, wetter), a hot and voracious burning feeling between my legs, a craving for more, much more pleasure. Without waiting a second more, his hands slip from my back to my waist and, in an instant, he plants his hand between my legs, pressing hard against my pussy. I moan, biting my lower lip almost unconsciously; for the first time in my life I’m with a man who I know will never leave my side, and I’m being guided by something more natural and wild than everything I’ve ever known.

I put my hand on his neck and pull his face close to mine; I look into his eyes, feeling his heavy breathing on my face, and finally pull him in and kiss him. It’s a kiss of madness and delight, a fierce and uncontrolled union of lips. I lace my fingers through his hair and bite his lip lightly as his fingers land on the hemline of my dress. Predicting his intentions, a giant tidal wave of anticipation washes over me and I shudder. He doesn’t wait for me to give him the go ahead and simply slides his hand under the fabric; I lean against the seat, and there, in the numb silence of the limo, I let him slide his hand up my inner thigh and straight toward my thong, my pussy so wet I’m seconds away from having my fluids dripping down my thighs.

"I love you..." I whisper in his ear, the words coming out of my lips like an old song that brings you back to those happy and forgotten moments of so long ago. "I love you so much...."

He pauses, and for a long second, all he does is look me in the eyes, his lips a thin line of serious contemplation.

"I love you too … never doubt it," he merely whispers as a reply, taking his hand off of my pussy and using it to hold my chin.

I take a deep breath, grab him by his shirt and pull him toward me, pressing my lips against his tightly, savoring every moment, all the exquisite pleasure contained in the body of the most perfect man I’ve ever seen. Ah, if only I had discovered before how good it is to surrender like this! How have I managed to survive this far without experiencing someone like Connor before?

He places both his hands on my chest and pushes me against the seat, my back hitting the leather. He kisses my neck again, lightly biting my skin while his hands slide down my chest, over my breasts and down to my waist, and... and as far as I want him to go, where I need to feel him. Slowly, his fingers bunch up the front of my dress and he flattens the palm of his hand between my thighs; staring into my eyes, he presses there while moving his hand in repetitive movements, caressing my pussy.

Suddenly he drops down in front of me, resting his knees on the floor. I swallow hard, my heart bursting with anticipation. Oh, I need this right now… I really do. I want him to undress completely, right now, and I want his cock to ravage me without waiting another second.

But first things first.

I put my hands on his head and he, with his long fingers, lifts up my dress enough for my thong to reveal itself. Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabs it firmly and yanks it, sending it down my legs in a hurry.

I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes, unable to keep them open, as if pleasure is weighing my eyelids down. Then I feel something… Something that almost takes me to the exponent of maddening pleasure in a second... The touch of his lips on my pussy. A warm touch, a gentle touch, a sweet embrace of his mouth on me; and then his tongue, jabbing at my insides in a steady but kind motion.

I never liked people wh

o defined trivial acts of sex as magical and transcendent moments. After all, how could something as normal as the physical contact between two people be something magical? Sex is sex, nothing else. But now, with my pussy in the mouth of a man who snatched my heart, I realize I’ve always been lying to myself. His touch is magical to me, it’s transcendent, it’s all that I had never thought to exist. I wish for it to never end... I want to get lost in this moment forever.

I shiver as I feel him tracing the contour of my pussy with the tip of his tongue, teasing me relentlessly. Then, he just attacks; he devours me in an insane way, not caring if I moan, scream, or what have you.

"That’s so good..." I mutter, my fingers tangled in his hair. I’m grabbing it so tightly my knuckles have turned white, all my muscles are tensing up as I succumb to his mouth. Gritting my teeth, I manage to stop myself from screaming, my body shaking as I come violently. Even so, a throaty moan makes itself heard, bouncing off the walls of the limo.


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