Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Sebastian looks at the woman beside him, uncertain. His chest rises and falls in rhythm with her regular breathing, making her growl even more. Her body is naked, nothing on but a thick blanket to keep out the cold from the air conditioning.

Whereas last night they made passionate love. There is no doubt that Sebastian is also undistracted, except that he is savoring the food in front of him with all his senses. Just when he decides to try, Clara submissively gives him hers.

He is not a holy man. Clara had enjoyed a few evenings with Felice, but her heart was with the girl who loved the color red. And Clara? She had just taken the step of accepting his existence.

"Don't think about anything, Sebastian," Clara said as Sebastian laid his innocent body on the bed. She stared into those sooty black eyes, her chest rising and falling with the desire that enveloped her.

"You... sure?"

Clara chuckled. "Before? You really thought I was playing around, didn't you?"

Sebastian lightly touched Clara's cheek, which was flushed with desire. "It's not like that. I-"

"Don't be so stiff, Sebastian. You said you wanted to learn to love me? Do we have to talk formally?"

"Okay. I'll try."

Clara smiled so sweetly underneath. Sebastian was a little taken aback. It was as if he had just realized that the woman underneath him was indeed created as a beautiful and sweet creature, wrapped in perfect sexiness.

"I'm glad to hear that. Then my struggle wasn't in vain." The corners of Clara's eyes watered. How could it be otherwise, after all the time she had invested in Sebastian, all her feelings, her time, her attention, even things that had to do with Sebastian, so that he would not be seen as a lover in public, it had finally paid off.

Clara cupped Sebastian's face and pulled him closer. She planted a kiss with all her heart. Pouring out all the feelings that he now believed were reciprocated. And the kiss was returned with tenderness, as if treating Clara like that was the only thing he could do now.

The woman slowly closed her eyelids and looked up slightly as she felt Sebastian's kisses begin to reach the hollow of her neck. Clara knew that with her eyes closed, the sensations stirring in her heart were getting crazier and crazier. The excitement of Sebastian's words continued to drum up enthusiasm and hope in her.

While he was above her, Sebastian could not resist. If before the warning alarm had been a thing of the past and the crispness of Fathia's laughter had been the limit, now it was all gone. Not to mention the breasts that stuck out and challenged him to just say hello. Let's not forget how Clara's resigned gesture signaled that she was free to explore this woman without hesitation.

And indeed, when her palm touched Clara's breast, the woman moaned in resignation. She massaged gently in response to Clara's voice, which began to affect Sebastian's brain. Even as he plays with her crown with both fingers. It's not just moans anymore, but sighs as well, and Sebastian's name slips from her sexy lips.

When Clara's eyes open, Sebastian's lips can't resist greeting what's in his hand. He sucks hard, nibbles furiously, then suck on the tip that's right in front of Sebastian. It sends Clara into a wave of lust. It also makes Sebastian even more eager to explore Clara's smooth body.

Traces of redness are clearly visible around Clara's breasts. A proud grin creeps into the man's heart as he looks down, chasing the sweet taste of Clara's lips. Panting, still in the throes of flavor’s that make it impossible for her to leave her body untouched by Sebastian, she returns the kiss that turns into a lustful caress. Lusting after each other. Taking turns to remove the other's row of teeth in an orderly fashion, as if they'd worked together like this many times before.

The kiss was Sebastian's undoing again. There was a look of disapproval from Clara, but the man replied with a gentle touch on her cheek. "Patience. I'm not going anywhere."

"I haven't forgotten that you left me naked once."

"Do you think... I'll be like that again?" asked Sebastian, hiding the tickle in his stomach. It was also fun to watch Clara sulk from such a close distance.

"You have a lot of heart."

Sebastian gave her a quick peck as a sign, and also to convince himself not to do it again. He ran his fingers along the tip of Clara's sharp nose, down around her throat and finally to the bottom of her slightly exposed belly. He caresses it for a moment, as light as a feather. A small gasp accompanied by a sigh that Sebastian is becoming increasingly fond of.

Still with eyes that look at Clara, because it seems to be a pleasure in itself to enjoy a face that is increasingly struggling to contain the turmoil that is erupting in all its veins. Especially when the fingers slowly penetrate. Touching the moisture that was there. With another finger he opens the folds to make it even easier for him to play with Clara there.

"Sebastian!" Clara squealed without shame. Her eyes widened, for down there Sebastian seemed to have found the place where her most sensitive parts were touched. She only had half her mind left before it ran out and she wanted Sebastian to finish what they had started.

"What?" the innocent asked. His little grin returned. "Do you like it?"

"Please," Clara begged in frustration.

Sebastian's face sank even lower, his fingers stirring in there again. Whimpers and sighs fill Clara's white-dominated room. And as those eagle eyes gaze at her blushing neckline, she feels the urge to lose herself in his fingers. The tip of his tongue touches and sucks lightly. In sync with the movements of his now wet and sticky fingers, Sebastian enjoys this new activity.

"Sebastian," Clara moans softly. Then... her body stiffens in sync with the tightening of the area still immersed in Sebastian's fingers. "Oh... Sebastian!"

His eyes went up to a dishevelled Clara. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving with the impact of what she had just been through.

"You," Clara tried to stand. She didn't want to be the only one to experience this storm of passion, but her movement was held perfectly still with a single lunge that was enough to make her gasp. It was nothing compared to when Sebastian actually entered her with a single Clara jerk. "Sebastian!" she squealed unprepared.

Above her, Sebastian closed his eyes. He growls softly, savouring. At first Clara wants to protest because she thinks Sebastian is cheating on her. She touches him without letting herself go. But the feeling of Sebastian's inside her already makes this intention go out the window. She feels every movement Sebastian makes without mercy.

Slightly lowering his face when he opens his eyes, staring intently at Clara, who sometimes closes her eyes with a soft chuckle. And when their lips met, she remained silent without pause. Together to reach the culmination of all they had begun. Together. Where Clara can't get enough of calling the man's name.

Until, at the end of the line, the blows are drawn. The chaos spilling out into the belly of the woman who looks satisfied. Who knows how many times Clara, Sebastian feels how down there, Clara's muscles tighten strongly. Accompanied by a pampered, erotic whimper that fuels his quest for release.

Sebastian's restless writhing was felt by the woman he was still staring at as her eyes slowly opened, smiling a little while blinking again. "When did you wake up?"

Sebastian looked pensive. "Twenty minutes ago."

"And?" Clara moved to support herself with a pillow. Sebastian helped her get a little more comfortable. "And why do you keep looking at me?"

That's right. This question pierced her heart. Why?

"You're beautiful." That was all Sebastian could say, which was met with an amused chuckle from Clara.

"Just noticed? Where were the last three and a half years?"

The eyes were still on the other person. He shrugged before deciding to move on. Even if it was a weekend, she still had to be active. This wasn't her apartment.

"Breakfast?" he offered as he pulled on his trousers. He frowned in displeasure, the creases on his shirt were pretty bad. She sighed softly, confused about what to wear home.

"I have an oversized T-shirt, I think." Clara stood up and shook the blanket quickly. It didn't matter that her movements caused those soot-black eyes to fixate on the beauty on offer right in front of her.

The owner of the smooth body walked uncomfortably towards her large wardrobe. She murmured softly, her eyes wandering between the piles of clothes. "There you go." But she was surprised to find Sebastian hugging her tightly behind her.

Sebastian breathes in the scent of Clara's body, which still bears the scent of their romance. The scent of Clara's perfume was also faintly mixed in.

"Deliberately teasing me again, huh?"

Clara chuckled. She put her arms around Sebastian's neck and hugged him. She looked up slightly so that their kiss could deepen. "If you want, I can do every day."

Sebastian gasped. Clara's delicate fingers touched his in the most seductive way possible. As he watched Clara walk naked, his own slowly but surely rose. Now? Increasingly tensed by Clara's touch, though still blocked by the thin cloth he had just worn.

"How about it," Clara's eyes wink seductively. Her kiss is already unravelling, savoring the stifled growl Sebastian lets out. "Breakfast this morning," he started downstairs. A puff of her breath is deliberately brushed against Sebastian's still not fully clothed body. Occasionally her slightly pale lips landed a small peck, especially near the navel.

"Clara." Sebastian set his jaw. He was holding something back as he enjoyed Clara's teasing.

The beautiful woman just shook her head. "Enjoy the game, Sebastian."

The man, now perfectly positioned in front of Clara, began to sink into her mouth. Sebastian closes his eyes. His hand reflexively takes a pinch of his long, slightly dishevelled hair.

Breakfast this morning begins with a flurry of gasps and moans. It seems that their play last night was not yet satisfied.

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A girl with shoulder-length hair dyed light brown walked leisurely, enjoying her pace. A smile appeared on her lips without any hesitation. She ignored the looks of the people who passed her on the shore. She carried a bunch of roses in her hand. There was a certain pride in being able to arrange them so beautifully.

Not to mention the aroma, which he savoured from time to time, adding to the excitement of his current success. Arriving at her destination, she pushed hard on the door with the bell. Every time Clara opened it, the ringing could be heard in the kitchen.

"Welcome, Sidelines - jeez, Fathia... Shit! Anne! Oh my God, my lips are so untrained, aren't they?"

The girl pouted. She immediately put down the bunch of flowers she was trying to show off. "Put it on your forehead, Jess."

Her interlocutor laughed, which was greeted by a suspicious frown from a cute woman in a cooking apron. "What's going on?" she asked curiously.

"Jess... is starting to become a famous author."

"What are you bringing?" interrupted Jess, not caring if the woman in the kitchen asked later.

The twinkle that had dimmed earlier lit up again in the eyes of the girl with the shoulder-length hair; Anne. "I finally did it," she squealed happily. "Now it's not just Aunt Meli who can make a bouquet in the shop. I can too."

"That's good." Jess was delighted with the result. Anne loved flowers, looked after them lovingly. Her florist was quite famous, with a large garden behind it. But... she couldn't arrange flowers.

She had learned how to arrange a bouquet many times, with Jess as her faithful companion, but she still failed. And for her success today, Jess was naturally delighted. She gently squeezed the girl's shoulders, the smile on her face refusing to fade. She felt the same happiness as she did.

Now... there was no longer a burden. A distraction. Or pressure. The girl's smile truly radiated happiness in itself. One that rubbed off on Jess. Like sisters supporting each other, with a big secret in their hands.

There was no need to reveal that secret. What for?

They wanted it to be simple; peaceful and serene. Just like now.

"Breakfast first. Asya made the extra cheese noodles earlier. It's still warm."

Anne laughed. "You always know what I like, Jess."

"All about you, I know. Just like you, right?"

Anne's hand clenched into a fist, which was met by a fist from Jess. They collided gently in the air. "Best friend forever."