Clarissa turned to step toward the bed. She felt very exposed standing there, naked, as he watched her.

"Wait, kitten." He spoke, touching her arm.

She turned and met his eyes.

"I'm glad I came to meet you. It's going to be fun to break you." He smirked at her, then broke into a wide smile.

She smiled and felt at ease; it was so easy to be with him.

"Mmhmm, you look amazing, sweet girl. Do me a favour though.. Go touch it up. I'm not going to blindfold you but I want your makeup perfect." He slapped her ass and raised his eyebrow.

She scurried off to the bathroom, grabbing her purse on the way.

She stood before the mirror and looked at herself. She smiled widely and took a deep breath. This was really happening! She was here, he was here; they were finally together. Her lipstick was smudged and her eyes needed work.

"I'll need about 15 minutes, is that okay, Daddy?" she called out the door.

"You'll have to get Daddy going again, sweet girl, but yes. Take your time." She heard him rustling around while she dug frantically in her bag to start refreshing her makeup.

***

Letting her favourite lipstick dry just a touch, she took one look in the mirror and inhaled slowly. She ached in every bone for him; the waiting was only making her desire for him stronger. She'd tasted him but not all of him. She wanted to kiss every inch of his body. Clarissa wanted him inside her. To say she longed for him would be an incredible understatement; she felt as though she needed him like she needed air. Her body gnawed at itself she needed his touch so badly.

"Little girl? What are you doing in there? Going on sabbatical?" she could tell he was smiling.

She walked back out of the bathroom and he was back sitting in the chair in the corner, arms folded across his chest, a smile playing at his lips.

"Naked is a good look for you. Perhaps we should forgo clothing for the duration of my stay." He smiled widely. He put his index fingers together in front of his lips. "So, sweet girl.. I am hungry for you. But I'm not sure where to start. So many things to do..."

She stood still, a few feet from him, her face flushed. He stood up, letting his arms fall to his side and a lock of his dark fell over his eye. John stepped toward her, his gaze soft. A smile broke across his face. She smiled back, she couldn't help it. His smile made her smile, every time.

"I need to fuck you. Hard. Right now." He whispered hoarsely, taking her hand and pulling her to the bed. He put his mouth on hers and he probed her mouth with his tongue and quickly bit her lip. He turned her and pushed her back toward the bed, his hands on her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. He moved his mouth to her neck where he bit her flesh and as she mewled softly and put her hands in his hair and tugged, he smiled and moved his mouth to her earlobe. "undress me." He commanded and reluctantly let go of her.

She opened her yes and met his gaze. She felt warmth spread throughout her entire body and she knew she needed him to take her so she could dispel some of the passion she felt bubbling over. Clarissa's left hand moved to the hem of his black tshirt and rubbed the fabric between her forefinger and her thumb, rolling it softly. Her other three fingers crept up underneath, touching the soft skin on his abdomen and her right hand took a fistful of the shirt and inched it slowly toward his neck. John tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes. His face expressionless. With two hands, she pulled his shirt all the way up and over his head, from back to front and wriggled his arms out of it. She tossed it on the bed and began to touch his chest, his arms, his stomach. She couldn't live another moment without touching him, feeling him. Her hands burned on his skin, causing her to flush and feel faint. She looked up at him, her hands tracing the definition of his biceps, her hand lingered at his shoulder and felt the fine detail of the curve of his neck.

Her right hand went to his waist and she tugged the belt out of the loop, pulling it backward, she felt the prong spring loose and she slipped it out of the frame of the buckle. His head was still tilted slightly, and his eyes were closed. A smile crept across his lips and he opened his eyes as she slid the belt free from his jeans. With both hands at his waist, she unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. His smile grew wider still and soon, she knew why.

As she knelt down to remove his pants from his feet, he was seemingly fully aroused. His blue gingham boxers were not hiding anything.

"Oh, you look splendid down there, Clarissa." He touched her hair as she worked his legs out of his jeans.

She reached up and took the waist band of his boxers and readied herself to remove them.

"Wait." He said, his face serious. He took her wrists, removed her hands from the waistband and pulled her to her feet. "If you're down there when take them off, I will face fuck you until I cum and I don't want to do that... Yet..." he kissed her nose.

He released her wrists and pulled down his own boxers and abandoned them on the floor.

He cupped her face, "I've waited for what feels like forever to be with you."

He shoved her to the bed, she fell back and laughed as she fell. She scooched back on the bed and John was there, immediately. On top of her, kissing her; his hands on her: caressing her, pinching her, touching her. He took her leg from behind the knee and pulled it up, opening her to him.

Their breath was heavy, their eyes met. "Yes?" John questioned her.

"Yes, John. Always yes." Clarissa whispered back.

He slowly guided himself into Clarissa, her eyes closed as she took the moment.

"Look at me Clarissa." John said.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I love you." He told her. "I'm going to use you and make you cry and I want to hear you scream my name, but I love you." He kissed her nose once more. "Hang on baby girl, I'm going to take you for a ride." He gave her a half smile as he pushed his way deeper inside.

He clamped his hand over her mouth but kept his eyes on her as he withdrew half-way; she arched her back trying to get more of him inside her. He slid back into her all the way and paused, she felt amazing. He felt her contract. He met her eyes and he could tell she was smiling.

"Silly girl." He released his hand from her mouth.

"What?" she said, "I just wanted to give my Daddy a hug!" she grinned and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you, too." She kissed his neck.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and braced himself, "get ready baby.." she looked a him quizzically.

John wanted her; he didn't think he'd ever get enough of her and he wanted to hurt her in the very best way. He closed his eyes and let his passion take over. He withdrew again, slowly and slammed his hips back into her. She cried out and squeezed his arms. He repeated it three times and then pulled out completely. He felt her body arch toward him.

He grabbed her leg and pulled it up, "Hope you're as flexible as you told me you were." He grinned as he got on his knees between her legs. "Because I'm going to fold you like pretzel." He took her other leg and pushed them back towards her head, "grab the backs of you knees."

She grabbed her leg legs and threaded her arms through them, so her elbows were hooked behind her knees. This opened her wide to him.

"Oh, such a pretty little whore." He smiled, grabbing her thighs and tugging

Clarissa down toward him. He closed his eyes and entered her, unguided, and loved the way she fit him. He held her thighs and started slowly, drilling her, using her pussy.

"Harder.." she moaned.

And he obliged. His pace quickened and his thrusts deepened. He fucked her hard and fast. He reached down and started rubbing her clit a bit. She opened her eyes in surprise but only smiled, met his hand and she showed him how to touch her.

He continued to rub her as he fucked her. She held her legs fast and he loved the way her tits moved with his thrusts. The pressure of his orgasm was building, watching her was hypnotic. Touching her and bringing her ever closer to cumming was erotic.

The harder he fucked her, the more she squirmed under him. He could tell but the tightening of her pussy that she was getting closer. He needed her to call out his name. He anchored his feet in the bedclothes and rammed her with all the strength he had.

"Oh!" she cried out.

He fucked on. He needed to hear his name. He wanted her to want him.

"John!" she called out; her eyes open but rolled back into her head.

"Say it louder!" he called out, the sound of her sexually charged voice was too much. He felt his orgasm speeding towards release.

"JOHN! FUCK!" she called out as he pounded her with every bit of his being. "John... Immm.." her voice trailed off and became a series of hypnotic moans and grunts. She uttered his name once more and her cunt clamped onto his cock like a vise.

His own orgasm exploded out of him like a freight train. He grunted and groaned as his hips stopped moving and the intensity of Clarissa's orgasm massaged his cum from his body in a series of spasms and twitches.

She'd released her legs and he collapsed onto her softly, his cock still twitching in her pulsating pussy. He breathed her in as she nuzzled into his neck. He slipped out of her and rolled to her left. She lifted her head and rolled on her side to face him as he slipped his arm under her head.

She looked up at him, "I needed that."

"It's been a long time coming! I think we both needed that!" he touched her cheek.

"But don't think I'm done with you yet."

"I didn't expect you were." Clarissa smiled.

"Catch your breath, then I have a job for you." He closed his eyes.

She went to speak. He put his finger to her lips.

"Shush... Don't try to guess what I'm thinking. I'll tell you went it is time. Just lay quietly." He rubbed his finger over lip before moving his arm. He wrapped it around her. "Are you cold?" He asked, her skin cold to his warm arm. Without getting answer, "Up." He pulled away and got off the bed.

Clarissa complied and got off the bed. John pulled back the sheets and blankets and motioned for her to get back in bed. He joined her and resumed holding her in his arms.

"Tell me three things I don't know about you." He asked.

Clarissa opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Uhm.." she bit her lip, "I don't know. You know lots about me."

He tugged at her hair, "think harder."

"I used to be afraid of ladybugs..."

He opened his eyes, "Ladybugs?"

"I can breathe out through my eyes." She said.

"You told me that. Two more." He twirled one of her curls around his finger.

"I once stayed up so long, I started hallucinating when driving. I thought I was going to crash my car because I saw a road where there wasn't one." She said. "I was like 17 though, so I've grown since then."

He watched her.

"I'm coming to realize I spent a lot of my adult life waiting for my life to start."

"Well, then, wait no more. Life begins now." He kissed her lips. "I think I'm ready."

"Ready?" she questioned.

"For the job I was going to give you." He said, smiling widely. "Have you caught your breath?"

She nodded.

"Oh, I just love how compliant you are!" his eyes gleamed.

They stared at one another. She wouldn't break his gaze, knowing he'd soon say..

"What!?" he exclaimed.

Clarissa laughed.

He pulled his arm free and quickly had both her arms above her head and bit her nipple.

"OUCH!" she shouted. "How the..."

"Chose your words carefully, little girl." He smiled at her, "I've got good, strong teeth and it doesn't hurt me to bite you." He sucked her nipple into his mouth. She squirmed beneath him as the sensation of his suckling moved lower as if connected with a power cable.

She drew in a sharp breath and she let out a soft squawk. His hand moved to her other breast and he rolled the nipple between his fingers as he sucked harder on the nipple in his mouth. Clarissa moaned and loved the electricity that ran through her body as he teased her. He let go of her nipple with his mouth and kissed in between her breasts. Then an inch lower, another inch; soon he was at her bellybutton.

Clarissa opened her eyes and put her hands on his head, "John.." she whispered, "I don't know.."

"Know what?" he murmured as he kissed just below her bellybutton.

"Stop, John, please." She asked.

"Why?" he propped himself up on his elbow and traced circles and figure eights on her stomach.

She looked at him, "you know..." she trailed off and looked away.

"Princess, look at Daddy and tell me." He let his hand slide down just over the top of her pussy.

Clarissa took a deep breath and looked right at him, "because you came in me and cause no one has done that to me in a very long time and I'm not.."

He cut her off, "Clarissa, I remember. We will go slow. Further, I know where I came, I was there for it." He kissed her soft belly, "you're so beautiful." He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, "just perfect."

She held onto his hair.

"Sweety, let go of me. We will go slow. I promise, if you don't like it, I'll stop." He grinned, "I think you'll love it and be pushing my head deeper into you."

He continued to kiss his way down and in between, he reassured her. He kissed the top of her kitten, letting his lips linger and he licked her just slightly. He felt her tense.

"Relax, little girl." He gently bit her thigh. "Let me take you there."

Clarissa inhaled deeply, "Okay, Daddy. Take me where you want me."

John's fingers traced her left thigh as his tongue traced her right thigh. He kissed her mound and encouraged her to open her legs for him. She did reluctantly and he murmured 'Good girl' when she did. He put his finger at the top of her pussy and traced down and pushed her labia open and slid his finger inside her. He felt her tighten as he placed his tongue against her labia and pushed his tongue through to find her clit.

He could feel her try to pull away from his mouth, which made him want her more. With two fingers inside her, he used his other hand to part her labia and open her glistening pussy to him. He licked either side of her hole, taking time to taste her.

He licked slowly, from bottom to top, tasting and teasing her clit with each pass.

He needed her clit in his mouth so he took it for his own and greedily sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue to flick it while he sucked. He felt body starting to relax into the sensation his mouth was creating for her. It drove him on to bring her pleasure, but first he needed to clean her up.

He withdrew his fingers and lowered his mouth to her opening. She tensed but he caught her eye and smiled as he inserted his tongue into her hole. Clarissa breathed sharply; the sensation catching her by surprise. She touched John's hair softly, 'he was right', she thought.

John could see that his semen was starting to flow out of her, along with her own wetness. He could taste the familiar salt of his own fluid but mixed with hers, it was like port wine. He lapped it up on his tongue, sucked more out of her hole and held it in his mouth.

He looked up at her, got on his knees and crawled toward her. Clarissa looked bemused and horrified. She knew what he was going to do so she licked her lower lip and opened her mouth in anticipation. His mouth met hers and he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, transferring their cum from his mouth to hers. She swallowed promptly, he opened his eyes and looked at her: eyes open, she winked at him. He felt his own crotch stir, although he'd only come half an hour before. He allowed her to suck on his tongue and she bit his lip softly. He broke the kiss, leaving her mouth open expecting more.

Instead he went back between her legs and found her clit once again and enveloped it with his mouth. He wanted to please her and give her a memory of this moment; the first time she'd cum from oral sex. John worked his tongue on her clit and her hands returned to his hair. He smiled as he moved his mouth to her opening again and pushed his tongue deep inside her, his face buried in her pussy.

He used his fingers, adept from earning his living as a guitar teacher and musician, to manipulate her clit while he tongued her. She moaned and tugged in his hair.

He continued with fervor; her pussy releasing more wetness onto his eager tongue. He slipped his tongue out of her and replaced it with two fingers. As the switch happened, he dragged the juices up her pussy until her clit was surrounded.

John nibbled on her clit and then sucked it back into his mouth. She enjoyed this as she whispered his name and, as he told her she would, she pressed her hands onto the back of his head, forcing his mouth deeper into her cunt.

Her juices leaked down, making her ass ready for his probing thumb. As he pushed in, her whole body contracted and she spoke his name again in her heavy, breathy voice that he'd loved from the first time she came for him when they Skyped.

With her pussy and ass full and her clit being manipulated by his mouth, Clarissa suddenly became aware that she was grinding her cunt into his face. She wanted to stop, but she felt the orgasm building and new she wanted, more than anything, to come on his mouth. All her thoughts of how wrong it was, evaporated. She threaded her hands into his silky smooth hair and him in place, pushing his face into her cunt as she gyrated her hips.

"Daddy.." she whispered hoarsely, "I'm going to cum..."

He massaged her g-spot and put more pressure on her pelvic floor with his thumb.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue while he sucked.

She broke over the edge of her orgasm with a violent shudder and pushed his face deeper and cried out his name, "John!" she called over and over... "My God, John, yes... Oh Daddy.. Make me cum....." This was followed by several indeterminate words, grunts and cries.

And then he felt it. Her body tensed and his hand was wet. He could feel the force of her orgasm so he withdrew his fingers and let her champagne flow from her and he moved his lower to catch her pulsating squirts with his tongue while manipulating her clit. As the squirting slowed, he thrust three fingers inside her and banged her g-spot in hopes of driving another surge forward.

It worked, he felt the pressure and popped his fingers out to the flow of her second wave of orgasm. She let go of his hair and grabbed the sheets and twisted and writhed on the bed as he slipped one finger in to continue massaging her. Her body twitched and pulsated but he could tell it was spent. With his chin and his hands wet, he crawled between her legs and positioned his semi-hard cock at her opening. She opened one eye and covered her face with her hand.

"I'm so sorry.." she whispered, "I didn't mean to..."

He kissed her and moved her hand away from her mouth. "No, Princess, don't you ever apologise for that! That was a beautiful gift you gave me. I loved it.. I love you." He kissed her nose, "you're gorgeous."