Chapter 569: Chaptet 567: Clarissa(2) 18+

I pulled her closer the moment our lips met, the soft sound of the kiss filling the quiet room. Clarissa melted against me, her massive chest pressing fully into my torso, soft and heavy and warm even through the fabric of her dress. I didn’t rush. My hands slid up her back, finding the zipper, and I drew it down with deliberate slowness, the soft rasp of metal the only sound besides our breathing.

She shivered when the cool air touched her skin.

"Darling..." she breathed against my mouth, already trying to reclaim control of the conversation. "You know, a little bird also told me that you’re quite skilled with that mouth of yours. I wonder if—"

I cut her off by sliding the dress off her shoulders.

The fabric pooling at her feet. She stood before me in nothing but a pair of dark lace panties that barely contained the curve of her hips, and the sight of her nearly stole the air from my lungs. Clarissa had always been beautiful, but like this—bare, flushed, eyes half-lidded with want—she was devastating. Her breasts were full and heavy, the kind of soft weight that demanded both hands, the soft pink of her nipples already tightening under my gaze.

I didn’t speak. I simply looked at her until the teasing smirk on her lips faltered.

Then I kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, until she made a soft, helpless sound into my mouth. Only when she was pliant and warm against me did I guide her backward toward the mattress. She sank onto it with a quiet sigh, her white hair spreading across the sheets like liquid moonlight. I followed her down, bracing myself over her, and began the long, deliberate journey I had promised myself.

I started at her forehead.

A soft kiss. Then another at the space between her brows. The tip of her nose. Each corner of her mouth. When she tried to chase my lips I pulled just out of reach, smiling against her skin.

"Darling, you’re being cruel," she whispered, voice already husky. "I was going to say something very clever about—"

I silenced her with a kiss to the underside of her jaw, then lower, to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. My tongue traced a slow circle there. Her words dissolving into a shaky exhale.

I took my time along her throat, open-mouthed kisses that left faint, damp trails. Every time she inhaled to speak, I found a new place that made her breath hitch instead. The hollow of her collarbone. The soft slope leading down to the upper curve of her breast. I lingered there, breathing against her skin, letting her feel the heat of my mouth without giving her more.

"Dante..." Her voice had lost most of its teasing edge. "You’re going to drive me mad."

"That’s the idea," I murmured, and finally—finally—closed my mouth over the soft swell of her breast.

She arched with a broken little sound.

I didn’t go straight for the nipple. I worshipped the heavy flesh around it first, kissing, licking, sucking gently at the soft skin until it flushed deeper pink. My hand came up to cup the other breast, and I watched, fascinated, as my fingers sank into the yielding softness. The way her flesh molded around my grip was intoxicating—warm, heavy, impossibly pliant. I squeezed slowly, feeling the give of her, the way she overflowed my palm. My thumb brushed the underside, lifting the weight of her, and she whimpered.

Only then did I drag my tongue across her tightened nipple.

Clarissa’s entire body jerked.

I circled the peak with the flat of my tongue, slow and wet, before closing my lips around it and sucking with careful pressure. The soft flesh of her breast filled my mouth. I could feel the frantic beat of her heart against my lips. My other hand continued its slow exploration, fingers sinking deep into the opposite breast, kneading, lifting, rolling the heavy weight in my palm while my mouth worked the first nipple into a stiff, glistening point.

"Ah... Dante... wait, I was going to tease you about—"

I switched breasts.

The neglected nipple received the same slow, thorough attention. I licked a broad stripe over it, then flicked the tip with the point of my tongue until her hips twitched beneath me. My fingers never stopped moving on the first breast, squeezing, releasing, sinking into the soft give of her over and over. The contrast of the cool air on her wet nipple and the heat of my mouth on the other made her tremble.

"You’re so sensitive here," I said against her skin, voice low. "Every time I sink my fingers into you like this—" I demonstrated, pressing deeper into the soft mound, watching the flesh rise between my fingers, "—you make the sweetest sounds."

"That’s... ah... because you’re cheating," she managed, though the words came out breathless and shaky. "Using that mouth of yours instead of letting me—"

I bit down gently on her nipple.

Her sentence ended in a sharp, needy cry.

I soothed the slight sting with my tongue, then spent long minutes simply lost in the feel of her. Kissing the deep valley between her breasts. Lifting one heavy globe so I could mouth at the soft underside. Letting my teeth graze the side of her breast while my thumb rubbed slow circles around the aching peak. By the time I finally released her chest, both nipples were dark and wet and tightly furled, and Clarissa was breathing in short, uneven gasps.

I kissed my way lower.

Over the soft plane of her stomach. Along the gentle curve of her waist. I dipped my tongue into her navel and felt her stomach jump. My hands slid down her sides, mapping the flare of her hips, the soft give of her thighs. When I reached the edge of her lace panties I paused, resting my cheek against the warm skin just above the waistband.

"Dante..." Her fingers found my hair. "Don’t you dare stop now."

"I won’t," I promised, and hooked my fingers into the lace.

I dragged the panties down with the same unhurried care I had given everything else. She lifted her hips to help, and then she was completely bare beneath me. I took a moment simply to look—at the soft, flushed folds already glistening with need, at the way her thighs trembled slightly in anticipation.

I kissed the inside of her knee.

Then higher.

Slow, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. I could feel the heat of her growing stronger the closer I came to her center. Every time she tried to close her legs or urge me upward, I simply pressed her thighs open again and continued my deliberate path. My breath ghosted over her folds without touching. My lips brushed the soft crease where thigh met hip. I nuzzled the neat thatch of white hair above her sex, inhaling the rich, intimate scent of her arousal.

"You’re teasing me on purpose," she accused, though the words lacked any real heat. Her voice had gone soft and needy.

"Yes," I admitted, and finally, finally dragged my tongue in one long, slow lick through her folds.

Clarissa’s back arched clean off the mattress.

She was already so wet. The taste of her bloomed across my tongue—rich, slightly sweet, unmistakably her. I groaned against her and did it again, slower, mapping every soft fold with the flat of my tongue. I avoided her clit at first, concentrating on the sensitive entrance, dipping just inside before retreating, spreading her open with my thumbs so I could lick deeper.

Her fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair.

"Dante...ah...please~~"

I gave her what she needed.

I closed my lips around the swollen bud of her clit and sucked gently, rhythmically, while two fingers slid through her wetness and pressed inside. She was tight and searingly hot, her walls fluttering around the intrusion. I curled my fingers upward, searching, and when I found the soft, spongy spot that made her thighs jerk I stayed there, rubbing firm, steady circles while my tongue worked her clit in matching tempo.

Clarissa came apart beautifully.

Her climax built in trembling waves—first the fluttering of her walls around my fingers, then the sharp tightening of her thighs against my ears, then the broken, helpless cry that tore from her throat as pleasure crashed through her. I stayed with her through every pulse, licking her through the aftershocks, fingers gently working her until she collapsed back against the sheets, chest heaving, skin flushed a deep, lovely rose.

Only then did I press one last soft kiss to her still-twitching clit and lift my head.

She looked wrecked in the best way—eyes glassy, lips parted, white hair a wild halo against the sheets. Her massive breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath, nipples still tight and glistening from my earlier attention. I crawled back up her body and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She kissed me back with lazy, sated hunger, arms winding around my neck.

For a long moment we simply breathed together.

Then Clarissa’s lips curved against mine in a slow, wicked smile.

"My turn," she whispered, voice husky and full of promise. Her hand slid down my chest, over my stomach, and came to rest deliberately over the hard, aching length of me still trapped in my pants. She squeezed once, just enough to make my hips twitch. "You’ve had your fun exploring every inch of me, darling. Now lie back... and let me return the favor."

She pushed gently at my shoulders until I rolled onto my back. Clarissa rose over me like a goddess of silk and heat, eyes dark with intent, already reaching for my pants.

"I’m going to take my time with you," she murmured, leaning down until her lips brushed the shell of my ear. "And you’re not allowed to rush me either."

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A/N: It’s Clarissa and Dante, of course their time is going to be a lot more than others. There are at least two more Chapters of thier "fight" but until then, enjoy the blue balls, ahahahaha.... Oh and always,

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