Chapter 2 - Clara #2
“I guess,” I responded, looking out the window, feeling kind of silly for asking. Does it have a lot of power?”
The words had barely left my mouth when I was pulled back into the seat.
It was a light pull, but I could feel the power under me.
He glanced at me mischievously as he accelerated.
“This is a high-performance sports car. It has a 5-cylinder engine and is an all-wheel drive. Plus, it’s a limited ‘iconic edition’. What do you think?”
“Thank you for the history lesson, but it doesn’t tell me anything,” I shot back sarcastically.
He grinned, turned his attention to the road. “Hold on,” he breathed out.
The car shot forward with an incredible thrust. For a second, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I felt his hand resting on my knee. Opening my eyes, I looked at him. He kept focusing ahead of him as he gently squeezed my leg. I looked at his hand and back at him.
“Are you ready?” he asked, glancing my way.
I swallowed the bulge forming in my throat while nodding. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I couldn’t get a word out. I watched in anticipation as he pressed a button, grabbed hold of the steering wheel, and floored it.
There was a light jerking, and then the car sped up. We were moving at such a pace, the world around me was a blur. I couldn’t make out anything. He was weaving between cars and traffic as if he were one with them.
I noticed what appeared to be a turn coming at us incredibly quickly. Closing my eyes, I felt my mouth open, and the scream was born without consent. I felt the car slow for a moment. Opening my eyes, I watched as he shifted gears and took the turn gracefully.
Once around the bend, he slowed down and came to a stop. “Are you okay?” he asked, sounding truly concerned.
I looked down at my hands. They were shaking uncontrollably, and my heart was pumping vigorously. Looking over at him, I felt the fire inside me burning bright. “That was… it was amazing!” I practically screamed at him.
Turning in my seat, I grabbed his hand as I continued. “Let’s do that again.”
Iosif leaned in and kissed me. I pulled back as my stomach fluttered. I was caught off guard and was sure the shock was visible on my face. His lips were so warm and tender. His breath smelled like vanilla and cinnamon, which was a bit odd, seeing that he had three beers.
But his kiss was all the motivation I needed. I closed the gap between us quickly, kissing him fiercely. As our lips connected, I felt the fire within me turning into a raging inferno. I was on my knees on the seat, trying to devour him.
His hands were in my hair as he kissed me back. I thought I was about to explode as I pulled back. Settling back in my seat, I breathed in heavily.
“Wow, that was…,” Iosif started saying before I interrupted him.
Taking a deep breath, I spoke calmly. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. You seem like a nice person and have been a gentleman all night. Then here I come, behaving like an animal.”
Iosif placed his hand under my chin and turned my face to him.
“You are a wild one,” he said, smiling tenderly.
“I would love to tame that wild.” Slowly, he caressed my cheek and then moved down my neck.
He stopped at the top of my breasts. It felt like his touch was burning me. But I wanted him to continue.
“Let’s go, my lioness,” he said, tapping the tip of my nose.
I felt the blush spread across my face. He made everything feel normal, no matter what I said or did. I felt comfortable around him and could be myself. He made everything seem positive.
After a couple of long blocks and turns, we pulled in through two large wrought iron gates. The sign read ‘Hazyview Hotel’. The driveway and parking area were dark and gave off a mystical vibe. As Iosif parked close to the entrance, I studied the castle-looking building.
I had never seen a place like this before. It was mesmerizing and a little scary at the same time. “Do you stay here?” I asked as he got out.
He replied as he opened my door and held out his hand. “Kind of, sometimes, as I own the building.”
As I got out, I stared at it. “Are you a prince or something?” I asked. I could hear the surprise in my tone.
Iosif laughed. “No, I’m no prince. But a property owner I am,” he replied lightly. “I have high standards, if you must know.”
“You don’t say,” I replied, a bit overly sarcastic. Raising my hands to cover my mouth, I continued. “Sorry, I didn’t intend to sound so critical.”
He placed his arm around me, pulling me gently with him. “It’s okay,” he said. The two giant wooden doors opened into a bright, sparkling reception area. He greeted the staff as we passed and entered the elevator.
Iosif took a card from his pocket. Stepping forward, he swiped it across the scanner. The doors closed, and the elevator started going up. I stepped back and leaned against the wall. He pushed his fingers through his hair, stretching slightly as he did so. His shirt pulled up and exposed his abs.
I wanted to reach out and push my hand up under his shirt. As I looked up, I saw he was watching me. Studying me intently. I felt the heat pushing up my neck and spreading as he smiled. Iosif turned and walked closer.
He placed his hands on the wall beside my head as he spoke. “I have to thank you.”
I could smell his strong, muscular odor. It was feeding my soul as my body lit up. “Thank you for what?” I breathed out.
He leaned in closer, whispering into my ear. “For such a nice evening.”
Turning my head slightly, I noticed our lips were inches apart, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. But before I could, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened again.
He took my hand, leading me down the passage. I walked with him to the door at the end. He swiped his card again and gently ushered me inside. I stopped just inside the door, admiring the scene before me.
Iosif stood close to me as I heard the door closing. I could feel his hot breath tickling the hair on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his hot kiss on my neck, but then felt him moving around me.
Opening my eyes, I breathed in deeply as I watched him walk to a trolley parked against one wall. He removed his shirt, dropped it to the floor, and poured us some drinks. A sudden hunger pushed up in me as I studied him. He looked so delicious that I stood frozen as he approached me.
“Like what you see?” he asked, handing me a glass.
Taking the glass from him, I nodded but didn’t dare say anything. I felt sure my voice would barely be a squeak. He turned and walked to the window. Pulling back the curtains, I saw the glass doors. He opened them and stepped out onto the balcony. There was a table and two chairs.
I followed and stopped next to him at the table on my other side. The view was breathtaking. “Isn’t this the most beautiful view you’ve ever seen?” he asked calmly.
Looking out over the city lights, the moon was full in the distance. It shimmered on a body of water in the far distance, creating a fairytale scene. “Yes, it is,” I replied softly. I was looking at him, not the view. I couldn’t focus on anything else.
Iosif looked at me as he leaned closer, placing his glass down on the table. He took the glass from me and placed it next to his. He smiled, seemingly scanning my body as he turned me to face him. “You are just as amazing,” he breathed out as he leaned in.
Closing my eyes, I felt the tingling run from my lips down my body. Placing my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer. This was what I wanted, what I craved since I laid eyes on him.
I felt his hands softly touching my hips before moving over my ass. Grabbing roughly, he pulled me into him. I breathed out heavily into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of the wine on his lips.
His hands moved up my back, over my breasts, and into my neck. With every move, my body shook lightly as all my senses lit up. Pulling back, he flung me around and kissed my neck as he unzipped my dress.
It fell to the ground, exposing my bare breasts to the cool evening air. I gasped as his hands closed over them, and he squeezed. Leaning my head back, I placed one hand behind his neck. “Oh, Iosif,” I breathed out heavily.
He laid kisses down my back as his hands moved to my hips. He gently pulled down my panty and kissed each ass cheek. He rose and turned me back to him. “You are gorgeous,” he said.
Before I could reply, he grabbed my ass and picked me up, placing me on the table. Holding my neck, he kissed me with force. I could feel his hunger for me was as strong as mine for him.
His one hand moved down to my breast and the other to my flower. He rubbed gently as his tongue played with mine. Iosif kissed my neck. My moans floated into the night air as pleasure filled my body.
I worked quickly to loosen his belt and pants. Iosif lowered me to the table before pulling my ass closer to him. We breathed out heavily, sounding as if we were one.
Leaning over me, he tenderly bit my lower lip. “You are something,” he mumbled before picking me up and carrying me in.
I was in such a dream world that I didn’t even notice he placed me on the couch and covered me with a blanket.
“Are you okay?” he asked, sitting down in the chair opposite me.
“Yes, more than okay,” I replied, grinning. It was the best sex I had ever had. I felt safe around him. He made me feel like it was only the two of us in the world.
Staring at him as he got up and ordered coffee, I relished the euphoria still surging through me. I have never felt like this around any man. I wanted to know more about him.
Iosif looked at me, smiling. “And that grin?” he asked.
“I was just thinking,” I replied, looking down. “There is so much you don’t know about me, and so much I want to know about you. For starters, my name is actually Clara, not Cleo,” I added.