Man of Her Dreams (Closed for M13)

[Mephistophelily]

Claire smiled at him once again, still so surprised to see the usually level headed guy from work seeming so different when away from the office. Giving his hand another squeeze, she let go as they approached the building he stated was his, following him in with another smirk. She was trying to keep her own butterflies at bay. It had been a long time since she'd actually dated someone, and- well, did this really even count as a date? It certainly seemed to have all the factors of it, now. They'd gone out for breakfast together, gone dancing, wandered the park, and now she was going back to his place.

Going...back... to his place.
That was a giant part to it right there. What type of 'just friends' went back to someone else's place that quickly? Was she over analyzing? Oh, no- was HE?! She suddenly wondered if he had taken this all the wrong way. Hopefully he didn't think she was coming back here with other intentions...

"Um... John?"
That nervous smile of his as he opened the door, letting her in. It lessened her worries. He didn't seem ready for such a thing himself. Heck, he could barely get the door open the way he was going. Maybe she had been overthinking.

"...Nevermind." She nodded to him, stepping into the apartment and glancing at him as he came in as well. "Thanks, by the way."

His place really reminded her of her own, but a bit more of a bachelor's feel about it. She smiled at that thought, wondering if her own apartment made others immediately confirm she was single as well.

Yeah, probably her collection of empty wine bottles and the furrball that met them at the door. Typical single girl decor right there, right?

"A beer would be wonderful," She replied quickly, the thought of those wine bottles back home making her rethink any considerations of it yet again now. "It's been awhile since I had one."

"Sorry if I interrupted your afternoon." She glanced back at him, frowning slightly. "I'm usually a very spur-of-the-moment person, and sometimes forget that other people tend to plan things out. Maybe... Maybe we could, y'know, make plans to be spur-of-the-moment ourselves? Together?" She smirked with that. "Set aside some time to go do something. Planning to be unplanned."

 

[marauder13]

"Interrupted my afternoon?" John said as he made his way to the fridge. "Claire, you are far from an interruption." He paused for a moment before the door, thinking over what he just said, and how it could be taken. With a brief, sharp shake of his head, he retrieved two bottles from the fridge, opening them both and heading back to the lounge room.

"I'm usually a very spur-of-the-moment person, and sometimes forget that other people tend to plan things out. Maybe... Maybe we could, y'know, make plans to be spur-of-the-moment ourselves? Together? Set aside some time to go do something. Planning to be unplanned."

He handed her the bottle, before sinking into the sofa. "You know, that is exactly what we're doing now. Just being together and doing whatever happens." He took a pull from the beer, letting himself relax. He invited her to his place to have lunch, not to molest her. He had little sign from her that she was interested in a molestation from him, so he was finally starting to get a handle on what was going on. She wanted to socialized with him. John liked the idea of them spending time together as friends.

"I have no idea why I have waited this long to get to know you better, Claire. I will admit, when you first started at work, I wanted to get to know you better. Along with all the other female hungry men that work there." He took another drink. "Yeah, I will admit to have the initial thoughts of 'How good would she be...', but I am much happier to be able to get to know you, rather than just..." His face darkened a little with the blush he fought to stop. John almost jumped out of the sofa, heading back to the kitchen.

"Lunch! Let me see what I have here." He opened the fridge, looking around intently at the various items hidden within. To his surprise, it was far better stocked that he thought.

"Ahhh... let's see. I have some turkey, salami... some ham too. I have a good selection of salad stuff. Plus, I got some bread from the local bakery. Unsliced. So you have have slices as thick as you like.

"How does that sound, Claire?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

"That's true, that's true," Claire agreed with a laugh, taking the bottle and placing it to her lips as she sat down, a long sip passing between them. She glanced at him around the drink as he spoke, an eyebrow quirking curiously as he admitted to wanting to get to know her for so long. "Oh, really...?," She asked softly as the bottle lowered, listening still as he explained.

Well. At least he was an honest man.
"I...I had no idea..." She felt her cheeks flush up a bit with that, looking to the beer in her hands for a moment as he quickly tried to change the subject. Had she been coming off as desperate? Sure, she had peeked and peered, had curious thoughts of her own on some of the guys- John being a big one of those what-ifs in her own mind.... But...

"Lunch! Uh- Yes! Lunch would be wonderful!" She quickly got back up as well, peeking into the kitchen with his suggestions of foods. "Some ham on thin slice bread sounds great. It's been awhile since I had bakery bread..." She poked at the loaf delicately, smirking at him.

She hadn't been offended by what he said.
More...surprised than anything.
"You. Um. Since you were being honest?," She started meekly, suddenly so fascinated by that bread that she simply couldn't look away. "I... I probably should be too. I had some curiosities on you. And- Sometimes... I liked to watch you around the office. Like when you helped me with the printer? I realized you've... you've got a nice butt." She paused, finally looking back up, only to let her gaze wander to that area once more as he prodded through the fridge. "A...really, really...nice one."

Another drink.
Another big, LONG drink.

"How about I slice that bread, hm? I'll, ah... try to help out."

 

[marauder13]

Claire's words washed over him in a gentle, reassuring way. He wasn't paying close attention, though with enough lead time, he would be able to recall what she said. But there were some words that cut through the mental filters and slammed into him like a truck.

"I realized you've... you've got a nice butt."

John stopped breathing, certain that his heart had skipped a few beats too. He lost track of what he was doing as he tried to reassemble his thoughts, and make sure he hadn't been daydreaming.

"A...really, really...nice one."

He heard that one clear as day, and confirmed he had not hallucinated. He quickly got the ham, some cheese and salad components out of the fridge, doing his best not to drop any of them. He nudged the fridge door closed with his foot, and with a zombie like shuffle, walked to the counter and placed everything down.

"Ahhh... Claire... ummm... thank you." John blushed and made no effort to hide it. "When I first saw you, I thought you were really pretty. But now, you're way more than that. Because of who you are." He took a gamble, and gave her a soft kiss. More like an extended peck, but nothing too forward. He looked back at her, not sure of how she would take his action. He turned to grab some knives for cutting the bread, and for other food preparation tasks.

"I didn't invite you here for... I actually invited you here for lunch. I am more than happy if more than just eating lunch happens, but I want us to enjoy our time together and remember it nicely."

He took a deep breath.

"Claire, I would like to make love to you sometime. I have wanted to for a long time. But I didn't want to screw up how things were at work by making you think I was just interested in getting laid. If you're not interested, that's fine. I understand. I never thought you saw me in that way. Maybe you don't. Maybe, I'll learn to not let my mouth run away with me like that again.

"At the very least, I want to be a friend. But I'd like to be more than a friend. I'd also like to sound like I am not desperately hopeless around women I like a lot and find hellishly attractive. And I think I'll get working on lunch a little more."

John swallowed loudly, let his breath out rapidly through his nose while his lips were firmly clamped together. He relaxed, and turned his attention to getting all of the food stuffs ready for them to make their lunch.

'Thank fucking Christ I am a better salesman than I am trying to get friendly with Claire. What little chance I had with her just got shot to pieces. But at least I'll "die" an honest man. As well as really fucking embarrassed.'

 

[Mephistophelily]

This had turned from a simple lunch to the confessional. When had this happened? Claire stared at the items on the counter for a moment, trying to think of something to say to steer them away from this conversation that was growing more and more awkward by the second-

And then he kissed her. It was quick, passing, a mere flutter of his lips... but still enough that she could feel the rush of blood to her cheeks. Good lord, she felt like her face was on fire. How red was she? "Um. Well, I- I-"

It was hard to think of anything. Especially as he continued. Yes, the lunch, right. That's what this was for, wasn't it? A friendly walk together, a few drinks, a quick bite. Just friends spending time together and enjoying each other's company. Nothing-

Did he just say he wants to sleep with me?!

Her hand rested on top of the loaf of bread, staring at the knife he'd left out for it as she replied that little bit of the conversation over in her head. Everything else he said was picked up as well, but that- that part there- it stood out incredibly. That was certainly an unexpected revelation. The back and forth 'game' of honesty had been won, that's for sure. Someone get that man a prize.

"...John?"
She glanced at him hesitantly as he started for the other parts of the food, her hand releasing the bread to delicately touch his shoulder. "I... I, um. I don't think you're desperate or hopeless or anything like that. I just... I see a guy who's quite shy, but also very honest. That's something I... I can understand." She smiled slightly, reaching out to pick up her beer. Gonna have to ask for another one, the way things were going here. "I can be quite the same... But to have someone be that honest- well, it's surprising but still... It still makes me feel- I dunno. Comfortable. So be honest with me, John. As surprising as it may be at first, it's still nice to hear in a way." She sipped her drink, shrugging as it left her lips. "Even when so bluntly stated." She smirked a bit, setting it back down. There was a slight bit of reluctance in approaching him again... Not out of fear, but from possibly making things awkward between them.

"Maybe we can... see what comes of things later on...?"
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes as she sliced the bread, a slight smile trying to come to her lips. "Anyway. Ah. How thick are you?" She choked upon realization of what was said, quickly holding up the bread. "I mean, how thick do you want- The BREAD! I- Oh god."

If she thought she was red before, she had to be nearing purple now.

 

[marauder13]

John stood resigned to his fate. What he said to Claire would have her putting things down and have her heading out of the door and his life in moments. He was slumped, as well as tense in the anticipation of what he thought was about to occur.

But he heard her voice, her talking to him in a somewhat shocked expression. Then her hand gently touching his shoulder almost made him jump. The words sank into his mind. He was too shocked himself to do anything but stand still and listen to her. It seemed she was telling him that she liked how he said how he felt, and was honest about it.

"Maybe we can... see what comes of things later on...?"

He couldn't find his voice, but he nodded, flooded with relief. He hadn't scared Claire off at all. He would buy a lottery ticket when he had the chance. Such opportunities couldn't be allowed to slide like that.

"Anyway. Ah. How thick are you?"

That question connected with several different responses, all of them rude to some degree. It was too much for him, and he burst out laughing. All the tension, worry, concerns about where things were with Claire all came flooding out. His laughter was bordering on hysterical, but was too much of a deep body laugh to be considered hysterical. He looked at the clearly embarrassed Claire, and renewed his laughter. Tears were streaming down his face as he fought to bring he laughter under control.

"How thick am I? Well, I was going to suggest that you look at my pants sometime to see for yourself." He doubled up laughing, sinking to the floor as the final bout started to reside. His entire body ached, though his abdomen was the sorest. He finally get himself under control, feeling how red his face was.

"Thank you, Claire," his eyes were bright and his smile broad. "I have been stressing over you and what kind of friendship we might be having or might have. The fact that you haven't run away yet is good. I am more than happy to see where things go." John dragged himself up onto his feet. "I really would like to make love to you. You are a wonderful woman. Quite gorgeous too. I was thrilled when you called me this morning. Hell, I was thrilled when you asked me out for drinks." He stood still, taking a few deep breaths.

"You asked me to be honest with you, and I will be honest with you, when we are together socially. So, to be honest with you, I'd really, really like to kiss you again."

He rode on the back of the released tension, taking the few steps to where Claire stood. He gathered her in his arms, and gave her a kiss. He sighed as his lips made contact with hers. His eyes closed as he let the feel of her against him guide him to someplace special. He let his tongue seek out hers, hoping to let the two dance together.

 

[Mephistophelily]

She smiled, the blush to her face still holding. Her embarrassment was still there as well, though his attempt at humor back at the slip was making it easier to smile. The laughter running from him managed to push a giggle out of her, her head shaking slightly. "I am... so... so sorry...," she managed between light laughs, her hand coming to rub her own cheek to soothe out the burning blushing. "I... I really didn't mean for it to come out that way..."

Biting her lips together for a moment, trying to kill the overly compensating smile that was threatening to keep her from talking, she took a deep breath through her nose before letting go and glancing at him as he spoke. "Run away? Oh, no. I will say, this is one of the... more unique... first visits to a guy's place. But I'm not going to run away." She shook her head slightly, shrugging. "If anything, this has been very... interesting." As he stood, continuing to speak, her eyes widened slightly. Honesty. They were keeping honesty going. And there it was, flowing from his lips right now.

And he was keeping to it. She wasn't sure what to say to that, even as he approached her, her gaze simply watching him approach, her skin feeling him draw her in, her lips parting to try and say something to it all... but instead, all she could manage was a soft moan against him as he kissed her, those gazing eyes drifting closed. Her empty hand raised to find his chest, the other gently pushing the knife away from her fingers back onto the counter.

Her heart was racing again. She had just gotten that to calm down, too.

Feeling his tongue glide against her lip, they parted ever so slightly to allow him entry, a shiver running through Claire's spine. How had it gone from stumbling mistaken words to... to this? Not that she was complaining on it. It was all just... so...

"I think..." She started slowly as he allowed room between them to breathe. "I think... that confession of yours... might have some possibilities at some point." She paused, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "You- you just have to understand, John. I'm not- I'm not trying to turn you away. I'm not telling you no. I'm just- just saying not now. Please, believe me when I say I want that. My god, do I. It's just..." Her hand rubbed against his shirt as she hesitated, feeling the warmth of his chest beneath. "It's just that... I can't even think straight right now... I just- Oh fuck this." She rolled her eyes quickly, her fingers tightening against his shirt and kissing him again, the bread sitting beside her fading from her mind. The racing thumps inside her chest grew stronger, her eyes remaining closed as she leaned her hip against the counter, a soft moan escaping between their kiss. "What I- What I just said...? Let's ignore that...," She whispered hoarsely.

 

[marauder13]

Confidence battled cowardice as he tried to enjoy the kiss with Claire. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him, but in a way that didn't jeopardize what was happening. The blazing heat of her hand on his chest reassured him a few moments after the initial panic. His first thought was she would push him away, but then there was nothing. It was contact. Delightful, joyous contact that lifted his spirits and made his labouring heart beat that little harder.

He wasn't sure who initiated the end of the kiss, but it felt like it happened so naturally. John almost gulped for air, but his breathing was making enough noise that anyone would know he was breathing deeply.

"I think... I think... that confession of yours... might have some possibilities at some point. You- you just have to understand, John. I'm not- I'm not trying to turn you away. I'm not telling you no. I'm just- just saying not now. Please, believe me when I say I want that. My god, do I. It's just... It's just that... I can't even think straight right now... I just- Oh fuck this."

John's nerves got the better of him as he felt his shirt tighten. Which was why he was momentarily taken by surprise as Claire kissed him. It was a dream come true for him. He was coherent enough to rejoice that Claire was interested in him like he was in her. He quickly caught up with the kiss, enjoying it and returning some of how he felt through it.

"What I- What I just said...? Let's ignore that..."

"No Claire. I will remember it, because it is a part of who you are. I can't forget what I said, and what you said fitted so well." He chuckled a little which died away as more serious thoughts entered his mind. "Well, we were here to have something to eat. Maybe some pre-lunch nibbles wouldn't hurt?"

Again, he acted while the courage was there. John kissed Claire's neck. His lips covered a section of her graceful neck, feeling the muscles underneath firmly doing their job. The faint echoes of her heartbeat were felt by his lips as well. She tasted slightly salty, but otherwise delicious. He touched her skin with the tip of his tongue, getting a more concentrated dose of her taste. He moaned his appreciation before he gently took a light grasp of her flesh with his teeth. With glacial speed, he released the captured flesh, barely lightening the pressure as he did. He continued to taste and sample her neck, constantly letting Claire know that he was enjoying everything he was doing with her.

He stopped when his mouth reached the top of her shoulder, and he returned to look at Claire. He rolled his lips, catching the remnants of her before they vanished. His desire for her was evident in the way he looked at her. His eyes flickered all over her face, but always returned to look into her eyes.

"Is there anything else on the menu that is available today, or would the lady wish to sample something from the local menu?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Claire smiled softly, a barely there motion of her lips as he disregarded her withdrawl of statement. She had wanted so badly to give him the go ahead. To overcome her fears, to stop being so concerned on what he would think of her afterward. She knew how he felt now- why would that change any?

Her thoughts broke away as he spoke, her attention faded between the two at first-

She whimpered. A soft little noise that managed to seep through as he kissed her neck. That killed the remaining straggling thoughts that worried on unneccessary things. Her eyes closed, her head tilting more to the side to gain more of his touch against her skin. The gentle grip of his teeth held her flesh for a moment, drawing that whimper out once more, the addition of a shivering moan following after.

"Oh my god...," She breathed, her body unsure of what to do. How to move. How was she even keeping herself up? The feel of his lips, the warmth of his breath- she was certain she was a limp pile of flesh against him right now.

As he pulled away, she finally found her strength once again, trembling lips attempting to let words pass through as he looked at her.

"I..."
She swallowed, shook her head. She could barely think straight.

"We don't... we certainly don't need to have sandwiches...," She agreed, a light airy laugh slipping free, but it trailed off quickly. Her hand moved from his shoulder to his cheek, slipping slowly down the frame of his face. Another shiver came over her, the phantom feel of his breath still managing to effect her.

 

[marauder13]

Fumbling fingers and trembling hands found where her top was tucked into the waistband of her pants. With a lack of grace born of the impromptu advancing of their intimacy, John finally liberated the captured fabric, allowing him access to the treasured skin beneath.

His fingertips inched and lurched closer to her back until he made contact with the lightest of touches. The feel of the warm, soft skin emboldened him. He touched her lightly as his fingertips almost casually explored her.

The touch of her hand on the side of his face was heavenly. His wandering hand came to a stop as he focused on her touch. The warmth of her hand was soothing, along with the softness of her hand. It was how he imagined it would feel, as well as being far better than he imagined. John was lost in the amazing wave of thoughts that reminded him that was was occurring was real. He turned his face slightly, leaving a soft kiss on Claire's palm and fingers.

His hand started to move again, his palm joining the fingertips in their caressing of her back. He expanded his movements to include all of her back below her bra strap, as well as her flanks. He adored the chance to touch her, caress her and demonstrate the feelings he had harboured for her. His other hand slipped down to encircle her delightful body, joining his other hand under her clothing. It was then he noticed his physical reaction to Claire being pressed against her as he held her. He told her about how he felt, which his body was now verifying quite openly. But he still felt a little embarrassed by that particular physical reaction.

"Well, y... you're right," he swallowed, "we don't need to have the sandwiches. So... I was thinking that... I could... maybe... have you?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

"I think that can happen."
She said with a firmer tone than she thought possible. Claire was trembling everywhere else except her voice. The feel of his warm strong hands against her bare flesh sent sparks down her spine, a shiver through her entirely.

Breathe, breathe, gotta breathe.
How could she possibly forget something as important as that?
John was making that easily forgettable.

His arousal pressed against her as his hands caressed her, Claire's own digits working to tug up the front of his shirt. Fingertips traced over his chest, hands pressed between her own body and his, snaking sneakily under the covers of cloth. She stood on toes, gently kissing his neck, relying on the hands against her back to keep her balanced. As her lips explored the divets and trails made by the muscles of his neck, her hands wandered southward, leaving the warmth of beneath his shirt to now fumble with the front of his pants.

Her body shifted. Again. And again.
She hadn't even realized how much she had begun to rock against him, a gentle whimper leaving her lips as she lowered her heels back to the floor.

"...You did say I could look," She teased softly, though the lust was heavy in her voice. Her hands continued to work on the front of his pants, finally getting the button free as she smiled up at him.

 

[marauder13]

Lips blazed along his neck while hands beneath his shirt left a trail of warmth that threatened to melt his bones. He was lost in a sea of passion that was being generated by a woman that he fantasized about almost daily since he first saw her.

The way her hands moved to his front was lost on him, mainly due to the pleasant rocking action of Claire. His lust drowned mind made only one connection, that of them together, naked, raw passion driving them toward a mutual heaven.

"...You did say I could look."

The tone of her voice almost made his knees go weak. He felt the slight easing of the pressure as the button came undone. He didn't care if he told her to look or not, if she wanted to look, she could look. The thought of her gazing at his cock made John blush slightly, while his mind tried to show him what she could do afterward.

His fingers found the bottom button of her shirt, and with a remarkable ease that surprised him greatly, he soon had them all undone. His hands trembled as he parted the fabric to reveal her delicious torso. He looked on, almost in awe, at the rose coloured bra that encased her bust. The see through lace segments teased him with what was being held. It seemed like he was moving in slow motion as his hands reached up to her breasts. Gently, he cupped them through the fabric, letting his fingers glide over the fabric, delighting in the feel of lace. He rotated his hands slowly, letting the fingertips flow over to the uncovered flesh above the lace. Her skin was like he imagined; smooth, soft and warm.

He raised his hands, helping to guide her shirt off her shoulders, down her arms. He let her move her hands to finally free the fabric and let it drop to the floor. He gazed at her near naked torso, finally taking in the lines, curves and other wonders of her body that her body that her clothing always hinted at.

"You... are... beautiful." He pushed some of her hair back from her neck, kissing her feverishly along the arch of wonderful column. He paused to lightly bite her, continuing the trail of kisses down to her shoulder. Both his arms wrapped her close to him, holding her against himself in a reminder that it was real. He held her, gently, enjoying the contact for what it was. But as he released her, his hands deftly undid her bra.

"Well, if you're going to look at something of mine, I think it's only fair," his reply exited an excited smile as fingers hooked the shoulder straps, easing them off her body.

 

[Mephistophelily]

He acted as though he were handling some delicate figurine. As though he were afraid to touch, afraid she would break... Claire looked up at him again with a smile, her eyes managing to drift close as a soft gasp pushed through her lips with his hands' exploration against her chest. Gingerly placed delicate touches... Enough to leave that shiver he was so good at creating on her skin once more.

His strong hands were quick with the fabric of her shirt, guiding it free of her body and leaving her to stand baring herself to him, the only divide currently being that bra that had fascinated his fingers moments ago.

Her own hand had paused, fingers still creeping into the front of his pants. He had made her forget what her own intent was, the plan nearly thrown completely off course as he whispered into her ear. Another moan, her head leaning to the side as the heat of his breath and kiss found her skin once more. The bite- Ohhh, the bite! That caused her own fingers to tighten on their found treasure, his arousal now clutched in her grip upon being released from the confines of his pants.

He simply held her, Claire taking this moment to enjoy his warmth. His scent. His touch. All of it...

And those sneaky, talented fingers of his found something else to play with; the back of her bra.

"Well, if you're going to look at something of mine, I think it's only fair."

She laughed lightly at that, nodding with a warm smile. "More than fair," She agreed, twisting her shoulders a bit to help in the fall of the straps. The lace falling to the floor, she looked up at him again, her eyes full of both hope for his approval and lust for this man.

She had dreams like this. Not this, exactly... but dreams where he would look at her like this. Touch her like this.
And the way they ended...
God. She hoped this ended that way too.

 

[marauder13]

It took a few moments for John to register that Claire had taken him in hand, and then a bit longer for him to return from the realm of pleasure that move of hers had sent him. He felt his stomach contract, shuddering uncontrollably as the little shifts in her grip caused crashing waves of pleasure to roll over him. He whimpered in joy a few times as he marshaled his thoughts.

John felt Claire assist with the removal of her bra, his eyes caught by her gaze. He longed to figure out what she was telling him through that look, but whatever the message, it was intense. He left the bra in gravity's able hands, letting it descend to the floor unaided. He didn't bother to look down at her exposed breasts. He simply bent down to kiss the upper slope.

He took deep breaths of her sweat smelling skin before his lips touched the smooth, almost silky skin of her breast. He moaned with delight as his lips slid towards the darker peak. Without pause, his lips encircled her nipple, giving it the attention it deserved. His hands went to her back, supporting her, drawing her in closer while he partook of her body.

He let her go, wanting to see how she looked, while he shucked off the clothes about his ankles. All of his doubts, concerns and fears were gone. Claire was now a client of his, a client of some unique, personalized services. John was a salesman, and a damned good one. He knew how to sell things, so he would sell himself, and what he could to for Claire, to Claire. Freed of the restrictive clothing about his legs, he scooped up the half dressed Claire, and carried her into his bedroom.

"Now, Claire," his voice full of confidence, "I can't continue with this little demonstration of what I can do for you while you are wearing these." He went to the top of her jeans, making short work of the button and zipper and removing them quite quickly and efficiently. Underneath were a matching set of blue panties.

John firmly and gently parted Claire's legs. He knelt down at the end of the bed, slowly running his fingers along her legs, mostly on the insides. His touch was light, with the occasional pressure applied at different spots along the way. Not once did he touch anything covered by the panties.

"As you can see, I offer you more than just good conversation, dancing, social encounters and good kisses. I can also touch you in places and ways others probably never had before. But, that's not all. But we wont rush you right now. I'm sure that you would like to experience this a little more."

His fingers danced over her skin. Some would break contact, others would shift between pad and nail, light and firm, fast and slow. Then his fingers grazed the area between her legs, still covered by the thin barrier of cloth. All the while, John filled the room with sounds of his enjoyment, letting Claire know how much she meant to him.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Claire smiled softly as his hands drifted, his head lowered. She felt like she was seeing everything from someone else's eyes... like she were watching a movie. Surreal. Incredible. Not something that she-

"Ohh..."
That gave it the moment of clarity. Reality. His warm breath against her breast, his mouth against her nipple. Her back arched beneath his hand, her head falling back ever so slightly... The noise leaking from her lips.

She shivered and smirked, blissful. Happy.

Her fear began to fade then, the doubts and concerns on what was unfolding. His hands held her gently, his mouth embraced her skin... What doubt, fear could be involved with this?

Her eyes widened a bit from their lost gaze as he let go and straightened, the smirk still keeping a home upon her lips. An eager motion removed his pants from his form, his arms quickly taking her up and holding her to his chest. She couldn't help but let the laugh leak through, a hand resting in his chest, her eyes locked up at his face. *Don't wake up yet. If this is another one of those dreams... Just- just don't wake up right now...*

She laughed again as she met his bed, pulling herself up on her arms to look at him standing before her. Amazing to see what truly hid underneath those suits and ties every day. Her teeth caught her lip for a brief moment as he spoke, smiling around it as he tugged her jeans free. He spoke like he was in negotiations with some hard to please client.

Hard to please?
Good god, he had her heart going a mile a minute as it was...

A soft gasp forced her to release her lip, a gentle puff of air given in pleasure as his fingertips danced against her skin. So taunting... So teasing, so unbelievably wonderful.

She had never seen what happened in client meetings, but if this was any indication, he certainly played hardball.

"As you can see, I offer you more than just good conversation, dancing, social encounters and good kisses. I can also touch you in places and ways others probably never had before. But, that's not all. But we wont rush you right now. I'm sure that you would like to experience this a little more."

"I... I see...," She agreed softly, her eyes drifting closed slightly, nodding gently at his offer of further sampling.

Yes. God yes.

The trail of his touch left her legs shuddering weakly, a whimper in her throat. No wonder he was among the top in sales, if this was how he worked...

Fingers adjusted. A delicate touch.

John's own little sounds were joined by her own needing whine, her hips lifting from the bed. One little touch... And she was ready to beg.

 

[marauder13]

Reality disturbed John for a moment or two, while he looked down on the almost completely naked Claire. One little piece of fabric stood between him and finally seeing Claire in all her glory. He wondered how he managed to get where he was; to have this most gorgeous woman mostly naked and enjoying his attentions.

He pushed those inconvenient thoughts to a side, and continued to sell himself to his most important 'client'. Even taking that approach didn't lessen his thoughts of who she was and how important she was to him. He knew exactly what he would do to show her.

He dropped to his knees, taking her left leg in both hands, supporting it with a gentle hold. He elevated her leg to bring the knee close to his mouth. A soft placing of his lips on the inside of the joint marked the start of a slow journey up her thigh until he ran out of uncovered flesh. His slightly rough lips slid over her smooth skin, tasting her unique flavour, drawing in her heat. He paused for a moment to enjoy the aromas of her delights. He laid the thoroughly tasted limb on the bed, repeating the process on her right leg.

He ran his hands up the outside of her legs, soothing her from ankle to hip. John stretched over Claire's legs, his arms barely touching her as his hands tightened around the panties that rested against her hips. His hands moved to ease the departure of her last piece of clothing. He drew them down her legs, a slow sigh announcing his pleasure at this outcome. He moved his hands back up the insides of her legs, gently parting them as his hands closed on her most private of places.

"Again, let me demonstrate one of the advantages of having John Browl as someone who is more than just a friend." His hands rested on her thighs, suggesting to her that they remain there. His lips reached the tops of the inside of her thighs, gracing each with butterfly soft touches before he kissed her nether lips with a similar kiss. He let out his breath in a slow, wafting breeze before he returned to kiss her again. He let his tongue flit all about, touching and tasting all about. He brushed the fleshy folds, plump and hot with blood. He delved into the cleft normally hidden beneath then until he found the most delightful of prizes.

Images came to his mind of something hauntingly familiar to him. Slow, soft subtle moves of his tongue explored her carefully. He showed great respect for her as he lavished her sexual centre with his oral attention.

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before he moved to the top end of the Valley of Venus, paying homage to the solid little bud that was there. His tongue pushed and pressured the sensitive flesh, helping to drive her to the pinnacle of pleasure that she sought, and he desired to take her to. He followed the images, as if instructed. A strange calm enveloped him, as if he knew how Claire would react to what he was doing.

 

[AGirlCalledKill]

It was a confusing mix; his motions, his touches. Claire bit her lip lightly, watching him, trying to hide the smile that wanted to pull through. Even just his hand on her leg made her shiver, eyes so adamantly wrapped up in his every move that she didn't dare attempt to make a motion on her own- it would obscure, ruin...

A slow exploration, as if he were mapping her out through his senses. He was going to have her melting right into that bed with that alone. His hands, his lips- just... wandering. She shivered, a light whimper seeping through the tight lips as she closed her eyes a brief moment.

His hands resumed, wandering, this time with a set purpose. As his fingertips crept beneath the edge of her panties, she opened her eyes, glancing at him once more as her hips raised slightly, aiding him in the removal of the obstacle. The noise he made brought another smile to her face, finally letting go of that delicate bite on her lip. An eyebrow raised as he spoke with his 'sales pitch' once more, giggling a little; a nervous little noise.

Nervous?
Why on earth was she n-
"Ohhhh my god..." She whispered the words loudly, shivering once more at his taunting, agonizingly wonderful wandering lips' motions against her. A sample of 'services provided'?

Her heart was pounding now; the mix of nervousness, anxiousness, need all taking their toll.

Familiar.
So familiar. But somehow... not.

Her hand reached down, gingerly touching the back of his head- thanking, encouraging... and above all, to be sure he was real. Those dreams. Those mindblowing, sheetruining dreams... How often now had they started this way, only to leave her wanting as she snapped awake?

But he was real. He was right there, he was driving her mad with the exploring dance of his tongue, of his mouth. Her moans grew as he played, her back arching, her hips pressing toward him.

"Yes.... Ohhh god yes, please... don't stop..."
The words flowed softly from her lips, a quiver to her voice.

 

[marauder13]

John felt the reassuring touch of her hand on the back of his head. He waited for the fevered press pushing him closer and harder against her; or the frantic attempt to pull him off her to end the erotic torture he was doing. But it was the rare compliment, a gentle touch to to remind them both of what he was doing.

More and more Claire reacted in a way that urged him to give her that little more. He wanted her to loose control of herself and surrender to her own body's responses to his mouth's gift to her. Her hips moved up, bucking slightly while moans filled the room with the best sounds imaginable.

"Yes.... Ohhh god yes, please... don't stop..."

John had no plans on stopping until he saw, felt and heard Claire cum. He wanted to see that body rending convulsion play out on his bed. He wanted to see her reactions to what he did for her. He wanted to revel in the ego boosting glory of Claire in full orgasm. He pursued her orgasm just as hard as Claire did.

When she finally reached her peak, John sat back and drank in the visual splendor of her orgasm. Again, it was like he dreamed it would be like, but so different in real life. As she calmed down, he stood up, quickly shedding the remainder of his clothing. He had the weak sense of deja-vu as he guided himself closer to Claire's ready pussy. The head rubbed against the radiating flesh in preparation for what they both desired. With a controlled push, he sank into Claire with a moan of deep felt pleasure. The sense of deja-vu was stronger as he started to his slow, controlled strokes.

But four strokes was all he was capable of in the controlled manner he started with. He found himself fucking Claire with power and passion that he had been holding in check for what felt like an eternity.

"Sorry... Claire, but you... Christ... have this effect... Ohhhhh... on me." The words rushed out between the moans and other sounds as he continued to love Claire hard and fast. As he felt he had once before...

 

[Mephistophelily]

"John, please, I-" Claire barely was able to get the words out before her body gave in, refusing to hold back any longer under his offering, her head falling back against the bed as her back arched up, nearly pressing the top of her scalp into the sheets as she cried out in pleasure. Her hips rocked against his finalizing lips, her own trembling as he pulled away, leaving her moaning on the bed for a brief moment as she tried to reclaim her thoughts.

A little laugh, a little contented whimper, her now able to focus eyes landing on him as he tore off what remained of his own clothing and leaned in against her opened thighs. She moaned again, rocking up to welcome him as he pressed and teased at first, her painted toes digging into the edge of the bed as she bit her lip. Evil tease..., she thought at first, groaning as he finally slid into her slowly. Stretching and filling her, sending the spark of need through her once again.

Slow, steady in his start... Enough for Claire to look up at him, the desire heavy in her gaze- and rewarded with a hard, heavy thrusting that lost any control he may have been trying for.

"Oh GOD Yes-!," She screeched, legs kicking up from the bed's edge to hug about his waist, her hips raising from the bed to meet him.

It was like a dream. A naughty, dirty, wonderful dream.
...Like she was certain she'd had.

 

[marauder13]

Echoes of other times where they had been together reverberated in his mind. John ignored them as he focused on the there and then. He was finally loving Claire in his own bed with her full enjoyment. It was a dream come true; a fantasy brought to life. She was as he dreamed, and better. He gave her the purest showing of his feelings for her. Yes, there was a healthy amount of lust, but there was definitely more to it than that. He knew he was taking her hard and roughly. But she was enjoying it as much as he was, if he read her reactions correctly. The feel of her pressed beneath him. The way her legs wrapped around him. How spectacular she felt surrounding his cock. All of it propelled him somewhere new that he wanted to return to again.

"Oh... fuck, Claire." He exploded within her. He had no warning he was going to cum, and then he just did. The filling her left him weakened, almost drained of his energy. But he never felt better in his life than he did in that moment. He had shared himself with Claire, and she had done the same with him. He looked into her eyes, a broad smile lighting up his face.

"Thank you, lovely lady. Nothing compares to what we just did. It was great." He kissed her slowly, tenderly. "Thank you." His whispered voice was followed by another tender kiss.

"Shall we stay here for a little while and catch our breath, or would you like me to get up and make our lunch and bring it back here to eat? Or, do you have any other ideas?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Claire found her breath struggling, gasps of pleasure forcing out as John continued, the sudden warning that hissed from his lips coming right before she felt it- the strong thrusts into her, the last great effort that brought her past her own limits. She clutched at him, a high moan of bliss crooned to his ceiling as she lay her head back...

He's done it again...
Again....? No... Those were just- just dreams... Nothing real... Nothing like... Like this...
...but why did it seem so familiar?

She shoved it aside as she looked up at him, smiling softly, the hue of contentment on her cheeks as he kissed her. "Thank you, John... That was... Was..." She shivered, another little coo leaking from her lips before she sighed. "Amazing."

As he lay there, she closed her eyes, hearing him and smiling still. "Mmn, I don't want to move... But... But we should..." She sighed, laying her hand to his cheek, the flush refusing to leave hers.
"Let me treat you to lunch. After, ah... We get dressed."

That thought stayed with her as she dressed, that curious confusing passing thought. *Again.* Why? What possibly made her think...
Those dreams. Her sheets...
It had seemed so real.

"So. Ready?" She smiled at him, slipping her shoes back on.

 

[marauder13]

John continued to stay in a place of near bliss as he simply watched the woman he just had sex with bask int he glory of her orgasm. He felt himself grinning broadly at the knowledge that she enjoyed it too. It took all of his effort to not jump around in joy at the dream come true.

Her words echoed thought his mind, the perfect score to the visual replay that was occurring. "Thank you, John... That was... Was..." Another little coo leaking from her lips before she sighed. "Amazing."

His thoughts were broken by her reply to his question, his enjoyment of the languid brush of her hand also blunted slightly. "Let me treat you to lunch. After, ah... We get dressed."

John laughed. "Well, if we're going somewhere, then getting dressed would be a good idea." He slowly lifted himself from the bed, taking his eyes off Claire for the smallest amounts of time while he dressed himself. He was a little disappointed to see her wonderful body disappearing under the clothes. But he had very clear memories of what she looked like without them. That brought another smile to his face.

"So. Ready?"

"Almost." In the hurry to bed the gorgeous Claire, John had flung his shoes off, and he didn't really take notice of where they landed. "Ah-ha!" He found them under the bed. He quickly retrieved them, putting them on in near record time.

"Ready." He went out into the living room, grabbing his essentials before waiting for Claire near the door.

"Claire, I just... wanted you to know that I didn't... you know... plan on this happening when I invited you here. Don't get me wrong, I have been dreaming of this for ages, but I wanted..." He blushed, then took a couple of deep breaths. "I wanted it to be something special if we ever did that. Like having gone out for dinner, then maybe dancing or a nice walk. Then, you know, kissing somewhere nice and then finish it off with something really good."

He opened the door for her, waiting for her to walk through first.

"I would like us to continue having time together outside of work, but not to always have sex. I mean I wont say no, but I don't want you to think that is the only reason I want to see you." He pursed his lips together, took a deep breath and exhaled sharply through his nose. "Do you have any preferences for food? If you don't much about what's around, I'm happy to give you some choices."