Warning:
Mature Scene.
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Clara Carter

"No. Please, don't go."

That is all he needed to make a passionate and bold kiss with my lips. I couldn't keep a smile from forming on my lips. He's in the same condition as me. But not in the same way as my previous relationships, but in a lovely way. I'm captivated by his thirst and want for me.

He shoves his tongue back into my mouth with a desperate need to feel me. My knees become so weak that I can no longer feel them. All I can think about is his hypnotizing lips caressing my lips. And it's wonderful. It makes me feel special, and it makes me want things I didn't even realize I desired.

His warm tongue teases me, sucking hard on my tongue. He can't get enough of my mouth, so his palms trace down to my ass and squeeze it. While my best friends are downstairs, we're kissing like wild teens in my room.

I'm grateful that my family is attending a wedding in a nearby city.

Stefan's other hand tugs on my hair, allowing him to control my mouth with this divine kiss.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he pulls me up off the ground. His lips pull away from mine, lusciously kissing my neck. A moan escapes like a free bird from my mouth. He grips my ass to hold me still, he presses my back against the wall.

We both soon realize how hard it is for us to steady ourselves while we want both our hands filled with each other.

He then lays me on my bed, with him on top of me, and doesn't let go of my neck. His teeth tenderly bite the skin beneath my ears before running his wet, velvety tongue over it. 

My eyes roll back in pure bliss. He just found my weak spot. As he pleasures my neck and shoulders, I hold his head and massage his scalp. 

He can call me a bitch all day if this is what he's going to do every time he calls me a bitch.

His hands crawl all over my clothed body before discarding my top and shorts.

"You look cute in these," he murmurs. "But, I prefer them off." His voice drips with lustful passion. His eyes darken as a result of the engravings.

Although his compliment is imprecise, I can deduce every purpose behind it.

I'm now only wearing my black bra and thong. He looks at me for a moment, his intense eager eyes traveling all over me. I bite my lips nervously.

With a playful smirk etched on his face, he redirects his eyes to mine. My cheeks flush red.

This shouldn't be special for him. There must be a lot of girls spreading their legs for him. I'm no different, which is terrible and depressing.

But that isn't important to me right now. I'm so tempted by his touch and kisses that I can't get enough of them. I want more. More of him.

I'm about to give him my virginity now that I think about it. I'm certain I'm giving it to the correct person. It's far nicer to do it with a man I know when I'm sober than it is to do it with a stranger while I'm drunk.

I'm not sure what had gotten into me when I considered sleeping with a stranger.

I've decided to trust Stefan with my most precious thing, and I understand if he doesn't want to remember it. It won't bother me.

I'm just relieved that I'm half-naked with Stefan than anyone else.

He connects our lips in a gentle kiss, bringing me back to this steamy moment. He effortlessly removes my bra with one hand while gently caressing my cheek with the other.

As I kiss him with my hands on his shoulder and jaw, the touch of his jacket causes my nipples to harden like pebbles.

His lips slide down to place open-mouthed kisses between my breasts, causing me to moan repeatedly.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Mmh." I nod, humming in response.

He smiles and catches one of my nipples between his lips. I whimper in response to an unknown sensation. My body is overwhelmed with adrenaline.

And, if you ask me, I'm not sorry at all about lying almost naked in front of a guy I'd only known for a month. That doesn't seem like something a good girl would do.

He bites and sucks one of my nipples, then repeats the process with the other. Kneading, nibbling, pinching.

"How long have I wanted to do this." he winks.

I rub at his jaw, feeling the muscles beneath.

He has no idea how just looking at him makes my mind runs wild.

He goes down on me, smothering me in kisses and making me gently giggle at the tickles. As he approaches the waistband of my thong, he comes to a halt.

"Don't close your eyes." 

I do as he says and open my eyes, which I had no idea were closed.

Stefan, a sinful and insatiable predator, can command anything in bed, and I'll obey.

My wetness soaks the fabric that covers it, pleading with his attention. He's good at keeping me on the edge.

I nod like a good girl and keep my eyes open to see his devilish dark eyes flashing with delight at my response.

He slowly removes my thong, leaving me naked and at his mercy while he remains fully clothed. This arouses me even more.

It's like if a fantasy has come true.

He sits up straight at the foot of the bed, admiring me.

"Who'd have guessed the crazy bad girl would be so sexy," he teases as he takes off his jacket.

And who'd have guessed I would be doing this -- craving his touch, craving his lips over my body.

What has he done to me? My roller-coaster emotions have gotten so out of hand that I can't even control them anymore.

He removes his T-shirt, revealing his well-defined torso, which was hidden the first time I saw him. I had a vision of how his abs and muscles would look, but I never anticipated it would be this good.

He's incredibly handsome. I can't stop myself from looking at him. The chest and abs are sculpted and toned. His pants hide his flawless V-line.

I see his longing eyes on my exposed body for a few seconds. It's surprising, but charming, that we both just checked each other out.

"Like what you see?" I ask. My voice is brimming with excitement.

"Definitely."

"Show me how much."

That takes him by surprise.

I shamelessly gawk as he unbuckles his pants with more urgency.

He removes his pants and says, "Now this is the part when you tell me you're not a virgin."

I'm constantly checking him out. In his short boxers, he now seems more appealing. He looks better every time he gets rid of an item of clothing.

"But, I'm a virgin." I stifle a sigh as I settle into my bed, squeezing my thighs from revealing how wet I am.

My words catch him off guard, and he creates an 'O' with his mouth, his brows arched as if registering the information.

I don't want him to leave, please. However, it was necessary to mention this.

"All right," he says quietly, a tinge of joy in his voice. "That would be great," he breathes, hovering over me once more, his lips lightly kissing my neck and cheek.

"What do you mean?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"It would be great to see you moaning a guy's name for the first time," he says, running his cold fingers between my on-fire clenched thighs. "And I'm happy to be that guy." he winks again before going down, spreading my legs wide for his view.

My face is probably the color of a red tomato. Looking at my wet pussy, he licks his lips. I'd like to tell him that's how he makes me feel every time he touches me. But now he's aware of it.

He locks his gaze with mine and kisses me on the inner thigh with delicate soft kisses. I bite off a moan as my toes curl.

He explores my wet folds with his tongue. My head buries in the cushion as a gasp escapes my lips. This strange, rapture-like excitation in my body feels wonderful.

My pussy lips are parted by his fingers, exposing my assets. His velvety tongue caresses my tender clit, sucking it and stroking it. 

My moans shake as I clutch the blankets in my fist. My entire body is filled with pleasure sparks.

His eyes on me and mouth on my throbbing pussy, licking and sucking hard is all I care about in the world right now.

"You taste so good, Clara." he breathes, moving his face even closer. "I wish we had done it sooner."

The vibration of his voice sends thrills down my body, especially in my pussy.

He thrusts his tongue inside me, needy and desperate, taking his time to explore inside of me. 

My lips tremble as I gasp.

I feel like I'm in a beautiful dream full of pleasures from which I don't want to wake up. Ever. It's as though fireworks are going off inside of me. Nothing in my life had ever felt so good.

As he continues to devour me, his one hand grips my breast and pinches my nipple.

As he eats me, the room is utterly silent save for the sounds of my groans and gasps. I'd do everything for him to keep going at this point.

I grab a handful of his hair. As he quickens his speed, I know he enjoys it—having control over me.  His finger circles my clit, adding more to the unbearable pleasure

"Oh, my god," I exclaim, my inner walls clenching.

Before drawing away, he gives a lingering lick. I mutter an exasperated groan. I came so close to experiencing something amazing.

"Why did you stop?" I irritate. He picks up his jeans and pulls out a packet.  I smile like an idiot at the realization of the obvious. 

This is happening. This is a truly, seriously, and actually happening.

The mischievous grin painted on his lips stays the same as he slips off from his boxers.

"Had you already planned this?" I ask, signaling towards the condom. He shrugs, tearing the packet between his teeth.

"Maybe."