Clarissa turned to step toward the bed. She felt very exposed standing there, naked, as he watched her.
"Wait, kitten." He spoke, touching her arm.
She turned and met his eyes.
"I'm glad I came to meet you. It's going to be fun to break you." He smirked at her, then broke into a wide smile.
She smiled and felt at ease; it was so easy to be with him.
"Mmhmm, you look amazing, sweet girl. Do me a favour though.. Go touch it up. I'm not going to blindfold you but I want your makeup perfect." He slapped her ass and raised his eyebrow.
She scurried off to the bathroom, grabbing her purse on the way.
She stood before the mirror and looked at herself. She smiled widely and took a deep breath. This was really happening! She was here, he was here; they were finally together. Her lipstick was smudged and her eyes needed work.
"I'll need about 15 minutes, is that okay, Daddy?" she called out the door.
"You'll have to get Daddy going again, sweet girl, but yes. Take your time." She heard him rustling around while she dug frantically in her bag to start refreshing her makeup.
***
Letting her favourite lipstick dry just a touch, she took one look in the mirror and inhaled slowly. She ached in every bone for him; the waiting was only making her desire for him stronger. She'd tasted him but not all of him. She wanted to kiss every inch of his body. Clarissa wanted him inside her. To say she longed for him would be an incredible understatement; she felt as though she needed him like she needed air. Her body gnawed at itself she needed his touch so badly.
"Little girl? What are you doing in there? Going on sabbatical?" she could tell he was smiling.
She walked back out of the bathroom and he was back sitting in the chair in the corner, arms folded across his chest, a smile playing at his lips.
"Naked is a good look for you. Perhaps we should forgo clothing for the duration of my stay." He smiled widely. He put his index fingers together in front of his lips. "So, sweet girl.. I am hungry for you. But I'm not sure where to start. So many things to do..."
She stood still, a few feet from him, her face flushed. He stood up, letting his arms fall to his side and a lock of his dark fell over his eye. John stepped toward her, his gaze soft. A smile broke across his face. She smiled back, she couldn't help it. His smile made her smile, every time.
"I need to fuck you. Hard. Right now." He whispered hoarsely, taking her hand and pulling her to the bed. He put his mouth on hers and he probed her mouth with his tongue and quickly bit her lip. He turned her and pushed her back toward the bed, his hands on her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. He moved his mouth to her neck where he bit her flesh and as she mewled softly and put her hands in his hair and tugged, he smiled and moved his mouth to her earlobe. "undress me." He commanded and reluctantly let go of her.
She opened her yes and met his gaze. She felt warmth spread throughout her entire body and she knew she needed him to take her so she could dispel some of the passion she felt bubbling over. Clarissa's left hand moved to the hem of his black tshirt and rubbed the fabric between her forefinger and her thumb, rolling it softly. Her other three fingers crept up underneath, touching the soft skin on his abdomen and her right hand took a fistful of the shirt and inched it slowly toward his neck. John tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes. His face expressionless. With two hands, she pulled his shirt all the way up and over his head, from back to front and wriggled his arms out of it. She tossed it on the bed and began to touch his chest, his arms, his stomach. She couldn't live another moment without touching him, feeling him. Her hands burned on his skin, causing her to flush and feel faint. She looked up at him, her hands tracing the definition of his biceps, her hand lingered at his shoulder and felt the fine detail of the curve of his neck.
Her right hand went to his waist and she tugged the belt out of the loop, pulling it backward, she felt the prong spring loose and she slipped it out of the frame of the buckle. His head was still tilted slightly, and his eyes were closed. A smile crept across his lips and he opened his eyes as she slid the belt free from his jeans. With both hands at his waist, she unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. His smile grew wider still and soon, she knew why.
As she knelt down to remove his pants from his feet, he was seemingly fully aroused. His blue gingham boxers were not hiding anything.
"Oh, you look splendid down there, Clarissa." He touched her hair as she worked his legs out of his jeans.
She reached up and took the waist band of his boxers and readied herself to remove them.
"Wait." He said, his face serious. He took her wrists, removed her hands from the waistband and pulled her to her feet. "If you're down there when take them off, I will face fuck you until I cum and I don't want to do that... Yet..." he kissed her nose.
He released her wrists and pulled down his own boxers and abandoned them on the floor.
He cupped her face, "I've waited for what feels like forever to be with you."
He shoved her to the bed, she fell back and laughed as she fell. She scooched back on the bed and John was there, immediately. On top of her, kissing her; his hands on her: caressing her, pinching her, touching her. He took her leg from behind the knee and pulled it up, opening her to him.
Their breath was heavy, their eyes met. "Yes?" John questioned her.
"Yes, John. Always yes." Clarissa whispered back.
He slowly guided himself into Clarissa, her eyes closed as she took the moment.
"Look at me Clarissa." John said.
She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"I love you." He told her. "I'm going to use you and make you cry and I want to hear you scream my name, but I love you." He kissed her nose once more. "Hang on baby girl, I'm going to take you for a ride." He gave her a half smile as he pushed his way deeper inside.
He clamped his hand over her mouth but kept his eyes on her as he withdrew half-way; she arched her back trying to get more of him inside her. He slid back into her all the way and paused, she felt amazing. He felt her contract. He met her eyes and he could tell she was smiling.
"Silly girl." He released his hand from her mouth.
"What?" she said, "I just wanted to give my Daddy a hug!" she grinned and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you, too." She kissed his neck.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and braced himself, "get ready baby.." she looked a him quizzically.
John wanted her; he didn't think he'd ever get enough of her and he wanted to hurt her in the very best way. He closed his eyes and let his passion take over. He withdrew again, slowly and slammed his hips back into her. She cried out and squeezed his arms. He repeated it three times and then pulled out completely. He felt her body arch toward him.
He grabbed her leg and pulled it up, "Hope you're as flexible as you told me you were." He grinned as he got on his knees between her legs. "Because I'm going to fold you like pretzel." He took her other leg and pushed them back towards her head, "grab the backs of you knees."
She grabbed her leg legs and threaded her arms through them, so her elbows were hooked behind her knees. This opened her wide to him.