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"Matthias..." she moans, pressing back against me, meeting my thrusts.
"Yes, darling..."
She doesn't have anything to say. Just a string of moans and intelligible words as I fuck her.
"I love the way you take my cock. God, nothing feels as good as your sweet pussy wrapped around me."
We lose ourselves in the sensations as I slam into her, not a sliver of grace in the way I'm using her pussy for my own pleasure. "Reach under you, darling, feel my cock fucking you," I gasp.
She obeys, her fingers grazing against me every time I pull out and slam back in. The extra stimulation throws me over the edge and my orgasm rips through me. I shudder and empty into her.
When I'm done, I pull out, dropping to my knees and spreading her legs as I reach around and grind her clit hard with my thumb. Clamping my teeth in the flesh of her ass, I bite down hard, as I ram two into her cum soaked little cunt. She screams as she comes, pussy rippling around my fingers, dripping her wetness down my arm.
Still shaking, she collapses onto me as I run my fingertip along her tremoring pussy.
"I missed this," I tell her. "I missed you. It hurt me to be away from you. You're a part of me, Rissie."
The look she gives me sends shivers down my spine. A shared look of understanding. "I'm yours, Matthias. I'm yours."
I cup her face and kiss her tenderly and lovingly, and answer in my own way that I'm hers, too. "Come on, let's get back to the party before someone comes looking for us." As I help her to her feet, there's a giggling from the bushes to our right, and two disheveled figures emerge.
"Oh, hi guys," Kylian grins. "We were, you know, just out for a walk."
I grin at Clarissa. "Yeah, us too."
"Well, of course, that explains why you're out of breath," Kylian teases.
Kiara groans and pulls him away, "Can't you ever just say the right thing in any situation?"
Kylian nuzzles her neck. "I said the right thing to get you to come out here, didn't I?"
Kiara huffs but her face is smiling. "Clarissa, if you're ever looking for a different Baxter brother, I'm happy to step aside!"
Helping Clarissa fix her dress, I drop a kiss on her neck. "Remember what I said. I'd like to see you try to get away from me."
***
We fall back into our rhythm when we get back to New York City, just like it was before something happened and she pulled away.
But this time it feels different.
We talk.
We talk about almost everything.
I tell her about work and the things I'm working on for Baxter as well as my own ventures.
She tells me about the things she dreamed of doing as a child and having to repress them when her life made her believe she couldn't achieve them.
She tells me about her anxiety, and how it developed. She tells me about her first ever anxiety attack was when she was at prep school and someone told her that her father was having an affair, and that one day she was going to have an evil stepmother.
Worry about the future, about things she thinks she can't control, is another trigger. And confrontation. They all trigger her brain into fight-or-flight response, causing the dumping of too much adrenaline into her blood stream.
We make promises that she'll call me when she's having an anxiety attack, and no matter what I'm doing and where I am, I will make my way to her.
As much as possible, I try to work from home in the mornings, so that I can be there when she wakes up, and I can make sure she gets some food into her before she works all night.
Nights after the club closes are spent eating picnics on the bed as we wind down from the day. Public outings are reserved for occasions where we are to be photographed, keeping up the appearances of our engagement.
