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and resumed their dance. His gaze now fixed on Clara's mouth, "So, would it be too soon to steal a kiss?"
"There's no theft if it's freely given," she breathed, buzzing with excitement.
A smile played around his lips before his mouth delicately brushed against hers and his hot breath coated the tip of her tongue.
She closed her eyes, absorbing his taste and the surrender involved in any first kiss, and held him tightly against her.
When his mouth left hers a moment later, she missed the connection and opened her eyes.
He smiled softly down at her, "Such soft lips."
"I use balm," Clara said, then cringed, feeling ridiculous.
He sniggered, "Well, it works." The song they danced to ended and he took her hand, leading her to the table. "Fancy another drink?"
Ensconced within his embrace, she never wanted to leave it.
"I'd much rather stay right here."
She pulled his mouth on hers and ignored that the next song was not for a romantic slow dance, and that she was kissing a guy in the middle of an empty dance floor.
His tongue slowly explored hers, and the feeling of glorious swelling in his pants against body made her panties damp.
His hands moved to her cheeks to cup them and he pulled his glorious mouth away.
She wished they were alone, especially when she found his pupils enlarged and his breathing deepen.
He asked, "Hey, is this leading to something?"
"Oh, I sure hope so," Clara grabbed his hand, leading him out of the club and into a cab.
"Where to?" Fredrick asked, "You should choose. Where would you feel safest?"
Clara hadn't even considered her safety might be compromised with Fredrick, "Your place near here? Mine’s way across town."
He gave the driver his address and the journey was lost in a glorious haze of heavy petting on the back seat.
Chapter 15
The elevator wouldn't come down to the ground floor quick enough for them, so Fredrick lifted Clara and carried her up two flights of stairs to his apartment.
Clara giggled, "I'm quite able to climb these stairs on my own you know."
He didn't even break a sweat, and smirked, "Maybe I just couldn't wait to get my arms around you, huh?"
His eyes glistened with mischief.
Clara sighed.
When he set her down to unlock his apartment door, she became more aware of the dampness between her legs and a throbbing sensation deep inside.
I want this man in the worst way.
Her fingertips tingled with the need to touch him, and her flesh awakened, as though charged by electricity, yearning to be touched.
Watching him struggle to unlock the door, seemingly in slow motion, was torture.
But this did show his excitement, which only aroused her more.
Finally inside, their gaze met and locked, and the intensity swept her further away from reality on a tidal wave of emotion.
Fredrick kicked the door shut behind them a fraction before he slammed her against the adjacent wall and kissed her hard, his hands gripping her hair at each temple.
Clara busied herself unzipping his pants as their tongues entwined, and his hands moved lower to massage her breasts over her dress.
Desperate to remove all obstacles between them, to experience his flesh against her palm, she pushed his pants out of her way until her hand was able to move unobstructed behind his trousers and underwear.
When she wrapped her fingers around his generous, smooth cock, he broke away from their passionate kiss to groan at her touch, "Wow, Clara. You move fast."
His kisses moved to her throat and his hot breath sent shivers over her back.
She groaned, "Problem?"
With a more vigorous motion she rotated her hand, enjoying how hard, how hot, he was against her palm.
"Depends? You want this night to end before it's begun?"
Clara wanted a quick fuck and long slow sex all at once.
More than anything, she wanted it now.
"Where's your bedroom?" His hand slipped behind her panties and Clara threw her head back in anticipation. "Oh my . . .
"There's no theft if it's freely given," she breathed, buzzing with excitement.
A smile played around his lips before his mouth delicately brushed against hers and his hot breath coated the tip of her tongue.
She closed her eyes, absorbing his taste and the surrender involved in any first kiss, and held him tightly against her.
When his mouth left hers a moment later, she missed the connection and opened her eyes.
He smiled softly down at her, "Such soft lips."
"I use balm," Clara said, then cringed, feeling ridiculous.
He sniggered, "Well, it works." The song they danced to ended and he took her hand, leading her to the table. "Fancy another drink?"
Ensconced within his embrace, she never wanted to leave it.
"I'd much rather stay right here."
She pulled his mouth on hers and ignored that the next song was not for a romantic slow dance, and that she was kissing a guy in the middle of an empty dance floor.
His tongue slowly explored hers, and the feeling of glorious swelling in his pants against body made her panties damp.
His hands moved to her cheeks to cup them and he pulled his glorious mouth away.
She wished they were alone, especially when she found his pupils enlarged and his breathing deepen.
He asked, "Hey, is this leading to something?"
"Oh, I sure hope so," Clara grabbed his hand, leading him out of the club and into a cab.
"Where to?" Fredrick asked, "You should choose. Where would you feel safest?"
Clara hadn't even considered her safety might be compromised with Fredrick, "Your place near here? Mine’s way across town."
He gave the driver his address and the journey was lost in a glorious haze of heavy petting on the back seat.
Chapter 15
The elevator wouldn't come down to the ground floor quick enough for them, so Fredrick lifted Clara and carried her up two flights of stairs to his apartment.
Clara giggled, "I'm quite able to climb these stairs on my own you know."
He didn't even break a sweat, and smirked, "Maybe I just couldn't wait to get my arms around you, huh?"
His eyes glistened with mischief.
Clara sighed.
When he set her down to unlock his apartment door, she became more aware of the dampness between her legs and a throbbing sensation deep inside.
I want this man in the worst way.
Her fingertips tingled with the need to touch him, and her flesh awakened, as though charged by electricity, yearning to be touched.
Watching him struggle to unlock the door, seemingly in slow motion, was torture.
But this did show his excitement, which only aroused her more.
Finally inside, their gaze met and locked, and the intensity swept her further away from reality on a tidal wave of emotion.
Fredrick kicked the door shut behind them a fraction before he slammed her against the adjacent wall and kissed her hard, his hands gripping her hair at each temple.
Clara busied herself unzipping his pants as their tongues entwined, and his hands moved lower to massage her breasts over her dress.
Desperate to remove all obstacles between them, to experience his flesh against her palm, she pushed his pants out of her way until her hand was able to move unobstructed behind his trousers and underwear.
When she wrapped her fingers around his generous, smooth cock, he broke away from their passionate kiss to groan at her touch, "Wow, Clara. You move fast."
His kisses moved to her throat and his hot breath sent shivers over her back.
She groaned, "Problem?"
With a more vigorous motion she rotated her hand, enjoying how hard, how hot, he was against her palm.
"Depends? You want this night to end before it's begun?"
Clara wanted a quick fuck and long slow sex all at once.
More than anything, she wanted it now.
"Where's your bedroom?" His hand slipped behind her panties and Clara threw her head back in anticipation. "Oh my . . .
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