{Chapter: 185 - Beautiful Night With Claire Bennet (R-18)}
Claire has smooth skin with a medium size developing breasts, wide hips and a firm ass and thick thighs. Her whole body reeks of youthfulness which is the unique charm of her.
"Claire, tell me what do you want?"
Claire, who was embarrassed, closed her eyes and waited for a long time but didn't feel Aiden move. She couldn't help but open her eyes to see Aiden gazing at her and she hurriedly closed her eyes. It seems his burning gaze made her body heat up.
But after a long time of not feeling his touch, she knew he wouldn't make a move unless she voiced her thoughts and desires..
"Well… You see… I- I want… I've desired something."
His cock throbbed from that wording and he fought the onslaught of all the ways he wished her to.
"Sometimes in mass I, I cannot focus on the sermon and instead think of naughty things like the feeling of a hand on my head caressing my hair and then the big strong hand bunches up in my hair and…"
For a moment he felt a strong impulse to do just that, which wasn't the first time, and withdrew his hand calmly.
"Sometimes another hand explores my body…"
"Is that all, my dear?"
"No."
"Go on."
"Well… Sometimes the wandering hand caresses up my thigh and… and…"
"It's alright to tell me. It's good for both of us to know what you desire."
"Well…" The fidgeting of her legs turned into a slow squirming and her hands began wringing her pleated skirt.
"Sometimes that hand… it touches me. Down there. And in my mind it feels really good. Sometimes it's not in my mind and I… I pretend my hand is the one I desire." He pulsed again and pulled her close, snuggling her.
"And are these sinful hands the only thing you think of?"
"No…" She sniffled and it honest to God sounded like she was ashamed.
"Sometimes I think of awfully perverse and wicked things. Of… Of you my mouth as those strong hands pull my hair and squeeze my left shoulder."
"And… and sometimes, when I dream… I dream of this man being one with me."
"To be clear, these… fantasies, are just that, yes? You have not touched this way, have you? Not by hand besides your own?" She blushed furiously.
"No! No, Aiden, I swear!"
"Good. That's very good. We shall address your self-abuse later. For now, I cannot help but notice you said: 'man,' and not boy. Does this mean the one you desire is not of your age?"
"No. He is a man, older than I. He is a good and righteous man! One that would never touch a wicked sinner such as I."
He lifted her chin and the look in her eyes was intoxicating.
"You have done nothing wrong, my dear, and any man would be lucky to love you. One day you shall make a beautiful and dutiful bride."
For a moment she looked happy at the praise but then her face turned bright as a tomato as she looked away.
"Are those the full extent of your lustful thoughts?"
"I…"
"It's alright. You can't hide such things. That is how this goes. A true man must understand what his woman desires to make the next part more pleasurable for both of them."
"Sometimes he and I merge in sacrilegious places such as this tree house itself or I picture in the open area others who are just outside could catch us at any moment. And I… I like the thrill it brings."
"Really?"
"Yes. Oh, what you must think of me, Aiden!"
"Do not cry, it is a normal process of growing up discovering yourself." His hand brushed a tear from her cheek then opened over it.
"You think so?"
She sniffled and closed her eyes as she melted into his arms that were holding her tightly.
His hand suddenly felt hot against her skin.
"Does that mean you would not hate me either, Father?"
"My dear… I could never hate you. Why would you ever fear such a thing? While these thoughts are most lascivious, they are also natural. You must not fight such desires for the nature of man."
He felt her silken hair and the smooth planes of her face, arms, hands, and eventually the occasional hand resting on her knee that slowly moved higher with each until it was no longer on her sock by the last time.
Aiden's other hand met her face as he crashed into the ground mouth first, landing on her lips. She whimpered in shock as her deepest dream came true. Her other hand took his right as she kissed him back. They both whimpered several times then.
Claire's eyes widened and subconsciously tried to push him away but moments later she stopped resisting and enjoyed the soft kiss. Not long after, Aiden's tongue invaded her mouth and turned the soft kiss into an arousal kiss.
"Mm…" Aiden put one hand behind her neck and the other teasing her pink Nipples through her clothing. After kissing for a few minutes Aiden removed his lips leaving a trail of saliva.
Claires breathing became ragged and stared intently in Aiden's eyes.
Claire quickly cradled his face and pulled him into another kiss. After a long sloppy kiss they separated.
She couldn't think straight, all that was filling her head was how much she wanted –no, needed - to be touched and loved and fucked right now. She risked a glance at Aiden, who just smiled back with that evil knowing smile.
"I came here to take your power, Claire, but how things change. You intrigue me. I want so much more. I'm going to take your mind and your body too. I'm going to make them mine."
"Mm Really," Claire managed to slur in her semi-conscious state, still woozy.
Aiden whispered into her ear as he swept aside her hair and gently kissed her neck. "You're imagining all the things I could do to you in such a vulnerable state. I wonder if your imagination is as good as mine…"
Suddenly she felt her arm begin to move towards her chest. Aiden continued to kiss her and she closed her eyes as he ran her hand gently down over the curves of her body and into her skirt to her panties. She let out a gentle moan as he curved her fingers around. He teased the lips of her pussy before plunging her fingers deep into her soft moist folds and massaging her clit. Every inch of her body trembled, which only intensified the sensation. All she could think about was the waves of pleasure, relief at finally touching herself.
She began to moan more intensely, much to Aiden's enjoyment. She felt a twitch in his crotch, pressed up against her ass as he continued to kiss her neck. Then in a second her hand stopped and retracted from her skirt as Aiden gently pulled on her hair. Her head moved back exposing her neck.
"No, please…" she began, before catching and silencing herself. Her skin burned with shame and pleasure as Aiden laughed.
"Please what, my little Claire?" He wiped her hands across her face. She was aroused, as the smell of sex only intensified the feeling of lust building inside her. Every fiber of her being longed to move, to wiggle, for some sensation to overtake the burning need between her legs, but there was no relief.
"Aiden, please..."
Aiden pulled her closer, brushing his lips against hers softly.
Claire kissed back with more passion than he expected, deepening the kiss and moaning softly against him. He tried to suppress a groan as he felt himself harden and tangled a hand in her hair.
Suddenly, it was all going way too fast, her hands were at his chest and his were tugging her top off. Everything was a blur and her head was spinning as they removed the rest of their clothing and his hands were gliding over her bare skin. So beautiful, so smooth, so warm...
Claire wasn't too shy either. Her hand looked so tiny wrapped around his cock and that was an image he didn't think he'd ever be able to get out of his brain. He held back a gasp as she stroked him.
He slid a hand between her legs, near dying at the silky wet warmth there.
"Claire...?" It started as a question.
She gasped when he slid a finger inside her and writhed against him, "Oh god... please, more..."
She bit down on his lip, hard and removed his finger. He looked down into her eyes, holding himself above her, barely able to hold back any longer. It was obvious how much she wanted this now, and he was so hard for her it was painful.
Claire arched up suddenly when he scraped his fingers across her midriff, her sensitive skin reddening. His mouth tore away from hers, attaching to her neck and leaving dark, suckling bruises, biting down every time she clawed at his back.
"Shit, shit, shit..." Claire whispered, tossing her head back and closing her eyes. "Unh... Aiden. Shit. It feels..."
He pulled away from her with a feral grin. "Good?"
"Mmm... yeah." Her eyes opened again, feeling the red marks on her neck from a deep red back to golden tan.
One wide, warm hand splayed over her stomach, and Aiden pushed himself to his knees, his eyes gazing over her body. His eyes lingered where her jeans hugged low on her hips, hip bones exposed and paler than the rest of her. He brushed his knuckles over them before he leaned down, pressing his lips to the hollow just beside one, then moving his way up to her slender stomach.
He left soft, quick kisses across the canvas of her belly, making her squeal and squirm when his warm breath fell across her skin. It was only when his tongue traced the base of her ribcage that she sighed, whimpering when he blew on the skin and it immediately turned cold.
"So… Gooo…I'm, uh,," Claire panted as his fingers traced her sides.
Nuzzling near her belly button before he pulled back, and moving to her thighs. His fingers worked on her skin.
Aiden's hands stilling before moving again.
Claire gasped when his hands moved to her thighs, closing her eyes tightly.
When his hands moved her lower lips it came violent butterflies in Claire's stomach.
Pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive curve of her calf, and allowing his hands to slide over firm muscles and soft, slender thighs.
His eyes met hers in hesitation, and after a second, she nodded just barely. His hand paused for only a moment before they brushed over the front of her pussy. Claire's hips raised instinctively, and he was filled with insistent need when he felt the slight dampness there. "Oh! Goddess, Claire," he murmured, leaning down to press their mouths together again and pulling away when he felt her hands at his neck.