Chapter 4 I desire her

Carlos

Perhaps the music did it. Perhaps it was the fact that I had barely eaten dinner and had also been drinking when I had never been a heavy drinker in the first place. Or perhaps I had simply been a little pent up after a six-month period of nothing but tea parties and braiding my daughter's hair at age four. Whatever the reason, when I first saw Clara across the bar, there was only one thought that came to mind.

I desire her.

And when I caught sight of her in that form-fitting garment, she wholly failed to pass judgment on me? I came up with a tonne of ideas on how to release the stored energy. In my living room, surrounded by pictures of my daughter, we were now. Which was essentially an aphrodisiac's complete opposite.

My daughter was never brought up in our bar conversation when we got out of the cab, and now we were going to have to deal with the babysitter. There was really no getting around it.

Casual relationships tended to struggle with the single-dad situation. However, single mothers fucking adored it. They were gasping for air for days at the thought of a father who was committed to his child. But informal, no-obligation hookups? Being a father to them screamed one of two things: either I was a total commitment addict trying to entice them in with my cute 4-year-old child in need of a new mama, or I was an irresponsible idiot who couldn't properly wrap it up. In either case, it typically wasn't well received. But up until this point, Clara had no problems.

As she walked across the room towards me, only one thought ran through my mind.

She's so hot, fuck.

All those curves, her deep chuckle, and her self-assurance? A self-assured woman who understood what she wanted had me at hello.

I drew her close and said, "Happy birthday," putting my hands on her waist.

The fact that this would probably only happen once did not mean I wanted to rush through it. Actually, the reverse is true. I wanted to cherish and take in every second of this. beginning with the ideal kiss.

She leaned in close and whispered, "It's almost midnight," her lips touching mine.

I put one hand on her cheek and led her mouth to mine before slowly and tenderly kissing her.

She gave the ideal response, silently inviting my tongue to touch hers as she opened her mouth. She was draped in that black fuck-me garment when my hands reached her curves, and, by God, she felt even better under my fingers than I could have imagined. Soft, cozy, and incredibly welcoming.

I pulled back after giving her one more slow kiss before observing her response. I didn't frequently act in this manner. Knowing what was definitely about to happen, having her here was bizarre and really turned me on.

Please allow me to bring you a drink. While putting my hand around her waist, I questioned I wanted her to know it was okay if she changed her mind or wanted to take things more slowly.

She stroked her fingertips over my chest and said, "I can think of other things I'd rather be doing with my mouth," in a low, seductive voice.

God, I adore a woman who is clear about her goals.

Without saying a word, I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her face towards me for another tender kiss. She encircled me in her arms and slammed her hips against me, perfectly aligning with the rapidly expanding erection I was experiencing.

I accompanied her carefully down the hallway towards the stairs as our tongues began to move more quickly together. We started breathing heavily and laboriously, and as we got closer to my room, my chest got harder. As we crossed the door into my room, I was certain she could feel it pressing into her tummy.

To feel Clara's warm, supple upper thighs, I backed Clara up against the wall and tucked my fingers under the hem of her dress. I moved my fingers to the front of her pants while she whimpered softly, and my cock twitched in response to the sensation of her heat on my palm. I discovered Clara was already wet when I pushed her pants aside. I slowly inserted one finger inside, prompting Clara to toss her head back in glee, where it made a loud thwack against the wall behind her.

Oh my god, are you alright? I took a moment and leaned back slightly to make sure she wasn't hurt.

She laughed. Yes, I'm all right. It was only noisy; it didn't hurt.

I gave her another kiss while grinning.

She started unbuttoning my shirt with startling ease as the kiss heated up, her tongue stroking mine. She quickly threw the shirt to the ground after tugging the sleeves down over my arms.

I muttered, "Impressive," and moved my lips to her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh. She had a sweet cozy and a slight vanilla aroma.

Not my first time around. She sighed and reached to take my belt off.

I grinned. That game can be played by two.

I pulled her dress up over her waist and, using one hand to remove her underwear, switched back to using the other to enjoy the silky, wet area between her thighs. I was almost trembling with the urge to touch and pet her until she was writhing, meowing, and out of control.

It's been too long, my God.

She bit her lip and moaned softly as my hand slipped between her legs. Her fingers fumbled briefly over my pants' zipper while she tugged at my belt, then forcibly pulled them down to reveal the contour of my rock-hard cock, which was completely hidden by my black briefs. I could tell she was ready for more as her breathing grew more labored.

I let her dress fall to the ground after pausing to draw it the rest of the way up and over her shoulders. After Clara reached out to release the clasp on her bra, it joined the rest of our clothing. As her fingers tugged at the waistband of my briefs, I drew her closer and enjoyed the sensation of her large breasts against my chest.

My desire to be inside of her suddenly overcame me. In the two steps it took for me to join her on the bed, I pushed my pants off. I then led her there. My hips were in line with hers as I climbed on top of her and continued kissing her neck as she opened wide to receive me. She shoved her fingers into my chest, forcing me to roll onto my back before I could slip my aching, anxious cock against all that warm flesh I was seeking.

Did I mention how much I admire women who know when to assert themselves?

Clara climbed on top of me as I lay down.

Is this OK?" she questioned.

"I'll let you ride, no problem." My hands combed the area, stroking her breasts.

After all, she said with a look of satisfaction, "It is my birthday."

Excellent observation. I reached for a condom on the nightstand next to my bed, tore open the packet with my teeth, and gave it to her. "You want to blame me for that?"

She said softly, "My pleasure," which sent shivers down my spine.

Her deft fingers quickly dismantled the condom. We both moaned in anticipation as I guided myself into her hot pussy with one hand on her hip and the other on my swelling shaft. Around me, she was like a fucking boiler. She was perched on top of me in a way that was both hot and sensual.

We soon settled into a rhythm, with me pumping my hips steadily while she moved above me. Heaven itself was there. She felt amazing-so warm, cozy, and inviting. And her throaty, sensual groans were depleting my stamina.

It was the best one-night-stand sex I'd ever experienced. As I continued to rub that area of her with my cock repeatedly, her moans became louder.

Her head dipped back as she lost herself in the sensation, and her palms flattened against my abs.

That's all, hot chick. Come on, my cock, I said softly.

However, I suddenly heard something that wasn't one of her groans.

No, it was something that made me shiver and stop thrusting at the hips.

In the hallway, a floorboard creaked. Unshod feet on the wooden floorboards

"What are you doing to my dad?" a tiny voice then asked.

FUCK.