Page 118 of Through You
“I hope so.”
I’m greeted by silence and emptiness when I enter the house, and I’m glad that’s the case. I don’t want to have another confrontation with my parents or Apolo. In all honesty, I don’t even think it’s a good idea I see Claudia after my unreciprocated love declaration.
Nevertheless, it’s strange that the lights in the kitchen and the hallway that leads to her room are turned off. Maybe she’s still at school?
I loosen my tie and climb the stairs to my room. Instead of finding it cloaked in darkness when I open the door, I notice dim candlelight. I frown as I enter and my heart tightens when I spot Claudia sitting on my bed.
At the sight of her, my body immediately feels as if it’s been lit on fire. She’s wearing her uniform. Her hair is styled in two braids falling on either side of her beautiful face. The top of her uniform is slightly open, and I can see the swell of her gorgeous breasts. She’s hiked up her skirt, exposing her creamy thighs.
The same thighs that were wrapped around me the other night.
The memory alone makes my body heat rise, moving from my abdomen down to my already hardened member. I haven’t even touched her, and I already feel like I’m about to come in my pants, like a novice teenage boy. I swallow with difficulty and lock the door behind me. And she shoots me a naughty smile when I turn around.
“Welcome home, sir.”
Thirty-two
You’re very sexy, Artemis Hidalgo.
ARTEMIS
Get a grip, Artemis.
I need to scold myself when I see her on my bed wearing the uniform I’ve fantasized about on more occasions than I care to admit.
She stands up and gives me a naughty smile. She’s so fucking sexy. I hold my fists clenched to my sides to prevent myself from jumping her like a brute. Claudia moves closer and stops right in front of me. She reaches out to grab my tie, and bites her lip before she speaks.
“Are you tired, sir?” I’m only able to nod, and her smile widens. “What can I do to help you relax?”
She pulls me by my tie and guides me to the bed, then pushes me down gently until I land sitting on the mattress. She stands in front of me. My eyes travel to her legs and move up to the tops of her stockings. I reach out to touch them but she slaps my hands off.
“No. I’m the one in control now, sir.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
She first removes my tie, then my suit jacket. She bends down to unbutton my shirt, granting me a perfect view of the valley between her breasts, and I lick my lips. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this woman standing before me, but I’m not complaining. I’m already hard and she’s only removed a few pieces of clothing. Her slow movements and the sensual way she’s doing everything are driving me crazy. I pay attention to every detail about her uniform, her skin, and every curve and swell of her body.
I’m left in my boxers after she takes off my shoes and pants.
She picks up my clothes and places them on the chair next to my bed. She bends on purpose, allowing me to see the skimpy black underwear she’s wearing under her short skirt. I feel like I’m going to burst.
“Claudia . . .” I’m not sure if she can hear the desperation in my voice, but I try nevertheless. She straightens and is once again standing in front of me.
“What would you like, sir?”
“You.”
“Oh, would sir like to touch me?” She takes my hand and guides it to her breasts, letting me brush against them for a brief moment, which feels heavenly until she removes it. I protest with a grunt. She brings my hand down between her legs, and I can feel through her stockings that she’s wet. A sigh escapes my lips.
“Would sir like to fuck me?”
Before I can say anything, she moves my hand away and pushes on my chest, forcing me to lie back. She brings her legs on either side of my hips and straddles me. I’m dying to touch her, to ravage her from head to toe. But this time she’s in control, and I restrain myself. However, I don’t know much longer I can hold back. She leans forward and fixes her eyes on mine. Then she tilts her head, gets closer to my mouth, and moves in for a kiss.
I groan when I kiss her back desperately and urgently. I’m starving for her and brimming with desire. Our breathing becomes faster. We kiss with passion and urgency. It’s the kind of kiss that can only happen in the privacy of my room, and not in public.
She starts to gyrate on me, and I stifle a groan in response to the sensation of her inner thigh and crotch rubbing on me. I raise my hands in an attempt to touch her but she grabs them and brings them down, taking her mouth off mine.
“No, sir.”
