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“What am I thinking?” You question yourself, looking down into Claire's hopeful, longing face, and your brain swirls, trying to formulate what you think, what you want. “I think there’s nothing more I want than this.”
Your hand gently reaches to Claire’s face, cupping her cheek, out fear that the slightest strength could shatter the image before you. Craning your head closer, you feel no resistance or hesitation. Claire is clay in your hands, mouldable and utterly submissive to your touch. Prisoner of the moment, she doesn’t move an inch; the only exception is when you guide her closer to your lips. You tenderly kiss Claire for the second time, your lips brushing against hers, pausing as they meet. Once again, you feel your body tingle with the most wonderful electricity as you enjoy this ever-so-private moment between the two of you. Then you ever so slightly withdraw, your short, gentle kiss filled with emotion and rawness breaks.
“I’m sorry our first kiss happened in such a way. I feel I owed you a do-over,” you tell Claire with a slightly awkward smile as you chart this new, unexplored experience.
Claire’s arms wrap around you, trapping you in her embrace. She does not allow you to retreat, not that you ever would. She speaks in the slightest whisper that you can feel against your lips, “I think you owe me a lot more than one do-over.”
Her words spur you on, your lips meet again. She glows in the Force, eclipsing any star with her brilliant radiance; her wild joy radiates from her being, unveiled and uncontrolled. Claire’s unfiltered emotions flow into you as your lips stay connected. You feel her happiness, her excited heart beating a million miles an hour, her deep, unrequited love finally being fulfilled and the growing fire of her arousal. The kiss grows with intensity; you are spurred on by the passion Claire feels, which in turn becomes your own.
Eventually, finally, your lips part, much to Claire’s disappointment; her grip on you becomes iron and unbreakable, not allowing you to leave her. “I will tell you when you’re done making it up to me.”
The pair of you explore this new ecstasy, kissing and kissing again, discovering and learning what feels right and what the other enjoys. Claire kisses you deeply and then suddenly stops, driving you to grip her with a firmness that pulls her tightly into you, hungrily taking what she abruptly pulled away. She does this again and again, spurring you on and melting into you when you make her your happy prisoner. This repeats until you’ve got her small body pinned on the hard marble step, arousal blocking Claire’s discomfort. The bag of now crushed pastries long forgotten goes unnoticed, trapped under her. One of your hands has its fingers intertwined with Claire’s, while the other gropes at her body, rewarding you with soft moans of encouragement, begging you to continue as she presses her body into yours.
