Warning:
Mature Scene

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Clara Carter

"I want you. All of you."

The words hit my head like a shooting star and effortlessly flowed the desperate passion behind them out of my mouth. It's astonishing how my mind and mouth function at this point. But I believe my heart; it would not have allowed me to say something like this if I didn't mean it.

His face has a mesmerizing power of its own; every time I see him, I am drawn to him. His eyes pick up on what I'm attempting to show him: the undeniable and inescapable pull.

As a tear threatens to escape from my eyes, he slams his lips against mine, claiming them with everything he's got. He doesn't waste any time and takes me in his arms.

I let out a gasp, but his lips muffle the sound. The concern he has for me right now, the assurance of safety he provides, is remarkable in the way he holds me close to him.

That's when I know he wouldn't hurt me like those boys in high school.

My lips drink up all the emotions he pours into the kiss. The tear does fall from the corner of my eye, but it's not from pain, but from my faith in him.

He drags me to the bed, devouring my mouth while his expert tongue sends tingle sensations all over my body. His bed hits my back before I know it.

He then attacks my neck, licking the skin from my collarbone to my ear, sucking and biting as he pleases when his hands remove my jacket and top.

I let him have his way with me. And I want it even if it's only for a few seconds of heavenly pleasure.

I've had enough of jerks trying to manipulate me for their own entertainment and pleasure. Not any more.

But one thing is certain: Stefan would never be one of those heartless creatures.

After throwing my uppers clothes towards the corner of the room, I grab his hoodie and toss it in the opposite direction.

He looks around at the shattered clothes all over the place but remains silent. I stifle a laugh.

He pushes me onto the bed and sits between my legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer to me.

Our half-body is now naked. Our greedy eyes deepen second by second as we fuck each other simply by staring.

"I don't know why we're doing this, but," he whispers. His lips on top of mine, our breathing as windy and warm as the weather outside. His hands tease me by unbuttoning my jeans so slowly.

"This is the best I've ever had. You, are the best."

I smile at his honesty. He is so good at lighting and making the atmosphere sensually serious.

He throws my jeans in the opposite direction of my other clothes, surprising me.

"So now you're fine with the untidiness?" I ask, running my hands over his shoulders.

Every part of my body is caressed by his fingers. I welcome his icy touch on me as he traces circles over my belly button before teasing the waistline of my lace panties.

I've been wearing something sensible and sexy like these since the day I lost my virginity to him.

I moan, closing my eyes. His lips stay on top of mine, keeping a frustrating space between us.

"If this is what I'm about to witness," he says. "I'd throw the clothes in every direction possible."

Not even in a single one of our encounters I thought of this day -- the day when he will be pleasuring my body, the day he will be saying such romanticizing things.

I bite my lower lip. He discards the panties off me and bends my knees with the control he has over me. The control I let him have.

His long, thick fingers caress my inner thighs, making his way to my throbbing clit begging for attention. His warm mouth pulls one of my nipples between his wet lips, nuzzling it in his mouth, leaving teeth marks over my sensitive flesh while his fingers draw circles around my clit.

My eyelids roll back in excitement as I faintly moan his name. My nails sank into his shoulder to get some relief from his exquisite torture. He catches my other nipple between his teeth, rewarding little bites and licks just to make me giggly and tingly.

Once his fingers locate my greedy, wet opening, I arch my back and let out a breathy whimper.

He hastily takes his fingers and mouth away from my body. When he moves away, a frigid gush of air hits me, making me realize he really got away from my body.

I'm irritated as hell as I stare blankly at him.

"Keep your eyes open," he instructs. "Keep your eyes on me, and only me."

This one line alone makes me quiver. I swallow, obediently nodding at him.

I want to do just that, keep an eye out for him all night to watch how he takes me.

He moves again, this time inserting his finger into me. "Fuck, Stefan,"

With a promising rasp in his voice of good fuck, the smell of his cologne dizzy my thoughts.

"You're wet for me," he whispers, pulling out and thrusting with two fingers.  I breathe in and out as I struggle to keep my eyes open. Stefan has talented fingers and he does know how to use them.

"I am." My hands grip the pillow over my head, my hips thrusting against his fingers.

Stefan, the most notoriously handsome person I've ever seen, finger-fucking me with lust in his eyes is like a dream. My dream.

"You look so beautiful when I'm inside you, Clara, with my fingers, my tongue, or myself."

I writher beneath his spell, feeling the brink of orgasm. The pad of his thumb rub on my clit in tender, teasing circles. Every muscle in my body pushes me to the edge to come, every emotion heightens. My toes curl up. He massages my clit, pushing in and out of me at a steady but desperate rhythm.

I pull him closer by wrapping my arms around his neck, needing that closeness of his body. He locks his eyes with me, filled with the desire to devour me like there's no tomorrow.

He catches my parted lips in his, his thumb adding pressure to my throbbing clit. My walls clench on his fingers. A cry of ecstatic pleasure rips through my throat.

My vision fades to black. Like the waves crashing on the shore, I come. So hard.

He's still pulling in and out of me, riding my orgasm.

Stefan greets me with a sexy as hell proud smile as he puts his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean, swirling his tongue to taste me.

"You taste so good, Ms. Clara Carter the bad girl." He pulls me over him. Giggling, I lay on top of him. I feel his hard erection under my exposed and freshly fucked pussy.

"Am I a bad girl now?" I murmur, my tongue stroking his lower lip.

His throaty groan vibrates through me. "Yes, my bad girl."

I laugh, a real, sweet laugh that only a few people can bring out of me.

"So. . . I'm supposed to sleep in your bed?" I ask. My lips close his ear, tenderly biting his earlobe.

"Not yet," he replies. "I'm not done with you."

That catches me off guard. The fierceness in his dark gaze telling me that he's only just getting started with his naughty plans for me.

This night is going to be long.