Page 24 of Nutcracker with Benefits
“Your time is up, but I do hope you’ll come for another lesson on your next visit, Clara. But for tonight, Bea will have my hide if I do not get you two out the door on time.”
She gestures to the bathroom. “Go change. Chop, chop.”
About ten seconds after I close the door behind me, there’s a knock. I’ve barely unbuttoned my shirt, so I call out, “Come in.”
Clara slips into the room. “Hi,” she says, and when I turn to face her, she presses her palms against my stomach, sliding them up to my chest.
“You’ve got horny eyes,” I tell her.
“So do you,” she whispers, her lips finding my chin and planting an open kiss on it. Her hands run back down and tuck under my belt. “We can be quick. I already took my panties off.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath in. It’s supposed to be calming, but I swear I can smell her arousal.
Clara and I are used to fast and urgent. One time, Uncle D threw a New Year’s Eve party, and we fucked our way into the new year in the guest bathroom. She had an early flight that morning, so time was of the essence. On longer visits, Clara is impatient and needy at first, but once I get her off, she’s soft and pliant and tender.
I can’t decide which I like more.
But I can never say no to Clara.
I push her hands off my belt and press her against the door. “It has to be really quick.” My hands are already trailing up the inside of her thigh.
Her breath hitches. “Or we can skip dinner and pick up Shake Shack.”
“Trust me,” I say, nipping her bottom lip. “You want to go to this dinner.” That and Bea would absolutely kill me if we didn’t make it. Getting a seat at this restaurant is hard, even if you just had your face on the cover of a magazine.
There’s a patch of dampness on her thigh inches below her cunt, and I moan in her ear when I hit it. I tease her, circling my finger even though I know we don’t really have time for this.
“It’s a good thing,” Clara says, then gasps as I trace her seam. She has to catch her breath before she can continue. “It’s a good thing it’s been ten months, fifteen days, and I don’t know…a few hours since I’ve been with anyone else?”
That was…that was me. She hasn’t been with anyone since we were last together?
I do quick math. “Ten months, fifteen days, two hours, and fifteen minutes since you’ve been with anyone else. Give or take.”
Clara laughs, but it’s pained as I circle her clit. My two fingers are slick and she’s swollen, easy to find. I press harder, and she grabs my biceps, fingers digging in.
“I’m so close already,” she warns.
“Just to take the edge off. I’ll take good care of you later.”
“I know. I know, I know, I know…” Clara’s babbling stops, and her mouth falls open on a silent scream. She’s on the tips of her toes. I can feel her pulsing and wish that I was buried inside of her.
Instead, I let her come down and pull my hand out from under her skirt, sticking my fingers in my mouth and sucking her juices off.
Clara’s head falls back. “God, I needed that.”
I step back and adjust her dress. “Go change. You’re going to make us late.”
Her chest rises with a big sigh, and she pushes herself off the wall. As she steps through the door, I pinch her butt, making her yelp and laugh.
“We can’t be late!” I call.
Fifteen minutes later, Clara emerges in the dress Kara picked out for her: pink and bright and shimmering between the lapels of her coat; perfectly Clara. She’s reapplied her makeup, a little heavier this time. Her legs are smooth and long in her heels, her cheeks flushed, whether from my perusal or from the orgasm I gave her, I can’t tell.
I love Clara any way she comes, whether it’s wonky Christmas pajamas or yoga pants and tank tops. But there’s something about seeing her dressed up in clothes I bought her...
I think it’s the best benefit of my wealth.
Well…behind all the good causes I can support.
