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My hands drift down to grip her waist, pressing our forms closer together as I deepen the kiss. I feel her surprise, then relaxation into my embrace. Her own hands slide up my chest to encircle my neck. We move together in perfect sync, as though we were always meant to be two parts of the same whole.
Breaking apart, my gaze lowers to take in her sundress once more. The silky fabric clings to every inch of her lithe form, accentuating those curves that torment my dreams each night. As alluring as it is, I cannot resist the urge to strip it away, to have her completely bare and vulnerable before me.
I lift her back up, my fingers find the zipper along her back, and I start to tug it downward, exposing inch after tantalizing inch of creamy skin. I can feel her breath hitch in anticipation, her body trembling under my hands. Gripping the dress in my fist, I pull it roughly over her head.
Stepping back, I allow myself a moment to admire her beauty, to etch each detail into my memory. A rosy blush stains her cheeks at being so exposed, so utterly within my power. Yet her eyes reflect only longing, desire mirroring my own.
In the back of my mind, I know Dante will be interrupting us all too soon. We planned every moment of this encounter meticulously, aiming to determine Clara's true loyalties once and for all. I need to know if I can trust her, or if she is simply another beautiful betrayal.
Focus, I silently command myself, even as my lips travel lower along the graceful curve of her throat. With a strategic carelessness that comes from years of practice, I toss her dress on the nearby desk as I press my mouth against Clara's delicate neck.
Silk cascades over the polished finish of the desk, coming to rest atop the incriminating documents and open laptop Dante left there earlier. The weight of the fabric presses down on the keyboard, activating the slideshow program containing manipulated images of bank transfers and forged emails - all the false details of an arms deal that would be exactly the type of information a Ferraro plant would want to find. Clara's eyes flutter open questioningly at the sound, but I capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Her hands rove down my sides, and she sinks to her knees in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight of her so submissive, so willing, causes my cock to stiffen almost instantly.
She reaches for the buttons of my pants, unfastening them with a gentle clumsiness that makes me question if she's even done this before. The thought both thrills and excites me.
Her delicate hands slide inside the waistband, tugging my slacks and boxer briefs down to expose me to her gaze. My hard length bobs before her, already beading with pre-cum at the sight of her.
"Clara," I groan as she leans forward, her lips brushing the sensitive tip.
Her eyes sparkle as she wraps her hand around me, her palm sliding up and down in a steady rhythm. It's nearly enough to make me explode, but I want this to last. I want to savor each second of this encounter.
Her tongue darts out, circling the head and causing me to grip her shoulders for balance. She teases me for a moment, licking and sucking with just the right amount of pressure to keep me teetering on the edge.
But then, without warning, she takes me fully into her mouth, her lips and tongue working me from tip to base. She looks up at me through her lashes, the sight so erotic it's almost more than I can bear.
I weave my fingers through her chestnut strands, tugging her closer. She obeys, taking me deeper, and I can feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat. The sensation is amazing, and I know I won't last much longer.
"Fuck, Clara," I hiss as she picks up the pace, her hand and mouth working in perfect harmony to send me spiraling toward release.
My grip on her shoulders tightens, and I can feel the tension coiling in my stomach. I'm teetering on the brink, every muscle taut with the effort of holding back. But she doesn't relent, her mouth and tongue bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I can't hold back any longer. With a primal growl, I come, spilling myself into her mouth. She swallows it eagerly, continuing to lick and suck until I'm spent, every last drop drained.
She releases me and looks up at me through her lashes, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Clara," I murmur, pulling her to her feet and crushing her mouth to mine.
Her body molds against me, and I can taste myself on her tongue. The heady mixture makes my already weak knees threaten to buckle. Her eyes lock onto mine, and for a fleeting moment, the vulnerability reflected there is palpable.
She shivers in response, the motion sending a thrill through me. I capture her lips in another hungry kiss, and she responds with equal fervor, her body melting into mine.
"Clara," I murmur.
"Mm," she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed.
My hands explore her body, committing every curve and valley to memory. I'm not sure if I trust her. I probably shouldn't be doing this. But I can't hold back.
My fingers trail over her bare skin, eliciting a shiver from her. She pulls back and looks at me, her green eyes flashing with desire.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"You," she replies, voice hoarse with need.
I push her gently toward the bed, her knees hitting the edge and sending her toppling onto the silk sheets. I climb onto the bed after her, my hands skimming her hips and thighs. She arches toward me, her body aching for more.
"Please," she whispers, her voice a low hum.
