“Harrison does tend to make quick work of things,” said Clarice. “One minute, I’m in a museum in New York, wishing I had stayed home with a pair of slippers instead of the high heels I was wearing. The next, I’m being whisked away to Bali by the most handsome and charming gentleman I’ve had the pleasure to meet.” She squeezed his hand.
Harrison didn’t say it out loud, but he was deeply impressed with her wit and skill. She was an excellent actress. Her story sounded flawless.
“Oh, so you’ll fly to New York to meet ladies, but won’t take an extra eight hours across the Atlantic to see your own mum?” said his mother.
As annoyed as he was by her words, he was also delighted. She was believing the story.
“I know, mum, and I do apologize. I’m a sod,” said Harrison. “Bruce talked me into an impromptu trip a few months back, is all, and I took him up on it. It was only for a weekend.”
“What do you do, Clarice?” said his father in a commanding tone. “What does your family do?”
“Oh, uh, my family is not of any note, sir,” said Clarice. “Upper-middle-class, very boring, not at all in any circles you would probably be aware of at your stature. My father works in finance in the city and my mother gardens. I work in publishing.”
“Publishing, how lovely!” said his mother. “I raised Harrison to be a lover of literature and the arts.”
“Bit of a dying industry, isn’t it?” said his father. Harrison sighed at him.
“A love of arts is how we met,” said Clarice with a loving glance towards Harrison. “Staring at the same painting together.”
“And then you remarked how much you hated the sloppy brush strokes,” said Harrison.
“And you puttered on about how you ‘quite liked the boldness of a man who would be so careless with his brushes when he knew everyone was going to see the result’,” she joked and winked.
Harrison was amazed when both his parents laughed at her line. Had this woman really already figured him out so well that she could mimic the kind of humor he liked to use?
Clarice was an astounding woman. Beautiful, charismatic, sexy, bold, and incredibly smart…
He was starting to wonder just what kind of trouble he’d gotten himself into.
Clarice had his parents eating out of the palm of her beautiful, delicate hands before the food even arrived. She was magnificent, purely magnificent, and it wasn’t just them she had charmed. The natural way they flowed together made Harrison want to wrap himself around her and just kiss her for hours. He couldn’t have found a better woman to pull this off with him.
At least his parents couldn’t say the chemistry in the room wasn’t real. He could tell Clarice felt it, too. Those little signs of physical attraction were stark and consistent every time she glanced his way with a secret smile.
They finished supper and Harrison offered to extend the evening with a nightcap at the martini bar, knowing full well his aging parents would decline. He would get points for the asking anyway. Once the dance had been done, Harrison insisted he and Clarice walk them back to their suite before retiring.
“This place seems different than I remember, have you remodeled?” asked his mother as they sauntered slowly down the hallway towards the rooms. She turned her head as she did, to where Harrison and Clarice were a few paces behind.
“Not in a good long while, we haven’t had any reason to,” said Harrison. “You’re probably blending some of the resorts together in your memory.”
“As if she ever visits any of them,” said his father.
On his arm he felt a gentle tug once, twice. He bent down toward Clarice’s face and she said to him, “They’re pretty damn cute together. You made them sound so grumpy.”
“Don’t tell them that,” said Harrison. “It’s not fashionable in their social circle to actually enjoy the company of your spouse, so you’ll spoil their secret.”
Clarice giggled and bent her head so it touched his ever so slightly, a tiny gesture of affection that sent waves of electricity through Harrison’s body. Arousal for her had been building in him ever since she walked out of that bedroom in the new dress, and she was only making it worse with every passing hour into the night.
They reached the presidential suite and passed out hugs and cheek kisses to Harrison’s parents. His mother pulled Clarice into an embrace before Clarice could offer her a simple handshake, and Harrison could hear her whisper, “Welcome to the family, dear.”
“Thank you,” said Clarice. “I’m thrilled.”
“We’ll see you in the morning for a round, son? Tee time is at seven,” said his father.
Harrison let out a small groan of disapproval before he could stop himself. He did not share his father’s passion for golf. “Seven? Weren’t there any four AM tee times still available?”
“You’re quite the comedian,” said his father with zero humor or self-awareness of such.
“Yes, I can tell by your uproarious laughter.”
“Perhaps we should let them get their rest, dear?” said Clarice in a mocking tone as she hung on Harrison’s side and patted a hand on his chest. “You can do your standup routine for me back in the penthouse.”
His parents chuckled and waved as they disappeared inside and shut the doors. Without a word, Clarice took Harrison’s arm and together they headed down the hallway toward their own bedroom.
After a few silent moments, Harrison looked over to see Clarice beaming like she had a great secret. It made him happy, and curious. “What are you so glad about?” he asked.
Clarice turned to him, her eyes shining. “Nothing. I don’t know, I guess… I guess tonight was just fun. I think it went really well.”
“It did go very well. Perfect, even.”
“Your parents aren’t half as bad as you made them out to be.”
“Hmm, let’s see, weigh your four hours of experience versus my three-plus decades of psychological torture…” Harrison wiggled his head back and forth and hummed in faux thought until Clarice giggled and gave him a soft little shove.
“In any case, the important thing is, the plan is going smoothly,” she said.
“Yes, it is, it’s going absolutely smashing,” he said. “And I have you to thank for that. When I pretend proposed to you, I had no idea you were literally going to be the best pretend fiancée a man could ask for. You’re a fantastic actress.”
“That’s really flattering, you should save that line for your real proposal one day.”
“I’ll make a note of it. But seriously, thank you. You’re really wonderful for doing this for me.”
For the first time all night, he saw Clarice blush again, and it only served to fire up the passion for her that was already threatening to rage out of his control.
They arrived at the shared suite, and after Clarice opened the door, they both lingered in the doorway, waiting, the air tense.
“I, uh… I suppose I can just knock off to my own room without anyone being the wiser,” said Harrison, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be up so early it won’t matter anyway.”
Clarice nodded, but her expression — and the look in her eyes — didn’t match the agreement she was supposedly giving to the situation. “Are you… are you sure you’re not going to make them suspicious?” She looked up at him and licked her lips.
His chest tightened, and blood flushed his nether regions. “I’m not sure of anything,” he said.
“Maybe you should stay here, then…”
He tried to draw a breath, and not show how excited he was growing. “Sure, the couch is plenty comfortable.”
“Yeah, the couch,” she said. There was a pause, and then she bit her lip and added “or, maybe just… the bed….”
That was all Harrison needed. Every inch of his cock became rock hard the second he scooped Clarice’s delicate body up into his strong arms and pressed his lips to hers. Clarice whimpered hungrily against his mouth as she kissed him back, throwing her arms around his n
eck and even hiking one of her gorgeous bare legs up against his hip.
“Clarice,” he said breathlessly against her mouth. “I have to have you.”
“Take me,” she replied before she took his lower lip between hers and sucked hard. “I want you to fuck me, please.”
His lust was inflamed by her words and hunger for him. Desperately he made out with her as he snatched her from her feet entirely and carried her into the penthouse, her hips grinding into his. He kicked the door closed behind him with a sloppy twisted foot.
Clarice clawed at his suit coat, trying unsuccessfully to throw it off his shoulders as he continued to walk, carrying her into the bedroom and tossing her playfully down on the mattress. She laughed as her legs went bouncing up in the air.
He couldn’t help but stare down at her as he peeled off his jacket and tie. The look on her face was one of pure lust and seduction, and he found it difficult to believe she had ever had a hard time finding a man to fuck her. Clarice ran her hands up her own legs, teasing him, pulling the skirt up to give him hints of the lacy underwear she was wearing underneath.
“Don’t you touch that,” said Harrison suddenly, firmly. “That’s all my present, and I want to unwrap it myself.”
Clarice’s hands stopped moving, and her face flushed with new arousal. The corner of her lip turned up in a smile and she obeyed him, removing her hands from her own body. “Yes, sir,” she said.
He grinned back and continued undressing, taking his time with each button on his dress shirt as she lay there, becoming more and more aroused with every second he stalled. Clarice was breathing heavily, shifting on the mattress, staring at him lustfully as he revealed his cut chest to her.
“Damn, you’re so hot,” she said to him.
“You’re so sexy I can barely stand it,” he returned as he reached for his belt buckle and began to remove his slacks. He relished the look on Clarice’s face when he pulled down his boxer briefs and let his nine-inch cock spring free, so hard it ached.
“Now, get your body over here,” he said.
Clarice didn’t hesitate. She crawled across the mattress towards him and kneeled, her body hovering mere inches away from his. Her hands were behind her back to show she wasn’t going to disobey his touching order. “Good girl,” he said, and watched her shiver.
Harrison wrapped his arms around her back and hovered with his lips over hers without kissing, making her breathing come even faster than before. His big hands found the zipper on her beautiful dress and slowly, painfully, he started to pull it down as his hot breath ran over the sensitive skin of Clarice’s neck.
“Harrison,” she whispered. She was aching so badly for him that he almost couldn’t keep his own composure.
Once it was completely off her shoulders, it fell to pool around her knees on the bed, leaving her in only her gorgeous bra and panties set that matched the nude color of the heels still on her feet. Harrison nearly lost his composure right then and there at the sight of her perfectly decorated body.
“Fuck,” he said to himself as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, licking along her skin as he unfastened her bra. “You are so incredibly sexy.”
Clarice moaned under his touch and brought her hands up, unable to take it anymore. She ran her palms across his skin eagerly, hungrily, and pulled his face to meet hers in a sensual kiss. Harrison’s deft hands removed her bra next, exposing her sweet breasts and their perfect pink nipples, before he bent to take each one in his mouth. Clarice sighed in pleasure as she tangled her fingers in his hair.
His hands continued down her now bare back, over her pert ass and tight thighs, until in one swift motion he pulled her legs up so that she fell flat on her back against the mattress. Clarice squealed in delighted surprise, and it quickly turned lustful when Harrison yanked her panties off, tossing them aside without a glance. Only her heels remained as he bent down over her body and licked a wet trail to her pussy.
He tried to start slowly, but once he got the first taste of Clarice’s dripping wetness, Harrison couldn’t take it. She tasted like heaven. He buried his face between her legs and lapped at her clit, swirling his face around to stimulate every part of her sensitive mound, and finally pushing two fingers gently inside her tight, warm core. Clarice writhed underneath him, crying out loudly, her body pulsating for more.
“I want you to come on my tongue,” he told her when she wrapped her hands in his hair. “No cock for you until you do.”
She whimpered at his words, but she was too far gone in the pleasure to think of a witty comeback. Between the pressure of his fingers and the soft rhythm of his lapping tongue, Harrison could feel her orgasm building quickly. He kept his pressure up until she shuddered underneath him, calling out his name so loud he was sure anyone on the beach outside would have heard it. Her pussy gushed its sweet, delicious juices out over his tongue and hands, and he drank them up gratefully, his cock aching to feel what his fingers felt.
He couldn’t wait anymore. After digging through his suit to find a condom he typically carried, he crawled on top of Clarice’s body and stared down into her gorgeous blue eyes.
“I want you so fucking badly,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Take me, Harrison, please,” she begged, pushing her hips up to grind against his hardness. “I need you inside me.”
“Beg me again.”
“I need your cock inside me,” she said, pulling at his lips with hers. “Fuck me Harrison, please!”
That was all he could take. His hardness already waiting at her entrance, Harrison thrust his hips and sank all nine inches of his thick shaft into her steaming pussy at once. Clarice screamed with pleasure and bent her back so that her breasts were offered up like a perfect tribute. He took them in his mouth one at a time as he began to thrust in a regular rhythm, pushing every inch of his hardness into her.
Clarice wrapped her thin legs around his waist and guided him harder, faster, deeper inside of her. He felt her nails drag down his back each time he leaned down to hold her close against him, but he was happy to have her leave those painful reminders of this encounter. He wanted to remember it for as long as he could, not that there was much chance of forgetting this. She suckled and bit his neck, sending new waves of extreme pleasure through his nerves that made him groan her name out loud.
His hands ran down her arms until their palms met, and at the same time they intertwined their fingers together. He lifted her arms above her head and drove harder into her, watching her face twist into expressions of pleasure and delight.
“Harrison, oh my God,” she moaned. “You’re going to make me come so hard.”
“Come for me,” he whispered against her ear. “Come all over my cock, Clarice. I want to feel it.”
She was near the edge, and he wasn’t far behind. He fucked her even harder until he felt her pussy muscles contract around him. Clarice cried out as she came, squeezing his hands hard, her body wracked with orgasmic waves.
The feeling was so intense he couldn’t hold out any longer, the pressure of her climax on his cock drove him to his own shuddering conclusion as she sucked his orgasm right out of him with her own. He buried himself as deep as he could inside of her as he came.
Spent, Harrison collapsed on top of her sweaty body as they both panted like wild dogs, trying to get their heart rates to slow down. His face nuzzled next to hers as a great big smile crept across her face. Her eyes were still closed in exhaustion.
They didn’t say anything else to each other. Harrison shifted to lay beside her, kissing her cheek once, softly, before he turned her so he could spoon her beautiful body against his back. Hands still tangled together, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close until they both drifted off to sleep.
13
Clarice
The sun wasn’t yet up, but its first rays were peeking across the horizon, bold streaks of red and yellow that glinted off the water and the heavy clouds of moisture that appeared every morn
ing here. The faraway song of the sea birds lifted Clarice out of sleep like gentle, loving hands. She thought it was a dream for the longest while, a dream so real she could feel the softness of the sheets and the caress of warm wind on her skin, coming off the sea and through her penthouse windows. Her left hand was heavy where it lay on Harrison’s warm, bare chest.
Harrison.
What has happening? Last night had been incredible, and more than just the sex. Every second she spent with Harrison made her feel more alive and like herself than she had felt in months… maybe even years. Something about him plugged into her spirit.
Where were her finely tuned warning bells, the ones that were supposed to keep her away from his bed and out of trouble? Off duty, apparently. She had not felt a single one the entire evening. As soon as she walked out of that bedroom and saw him standing there in his dashing suit, waiting, his face completely lit up at the sight of her, nothing felt the same as it had before.
But adventures were supposed to be quick, and that’s what this was, just a fling. A fling in paradise that would give her fond memories and some lasting financial perks when she returned to New York. She could go home with her head held high, now, because she had done her younger self proud by stretching out and taking a risk again. Even the girls couldn’t be upset anymore — she had gotten laid, after all.
Yet as she turned and watched Harrison’s sleeping face on the pillow next to hers, the thought of leaving on that little plane back across the Pacific filled her with sadness and dread.
She took a deep breath. That day wasn’t today. She was still in the fantasy, deep in the adventure, and she should enjoy every second of it that she got.
Clarice ran a soft hand through Harrison’s black locks, and smiled when he mumbled happily in his sleep, turning slightly towards her touch. He still didn’t seem to be awake as she traced lightly down the side of his face, and began rubbing his gorgeous, muscled back with her palm. His surfer’s body was lean and tight, and she loved the feel of it against her skin. Especially when it was on top of her own body.
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