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Gigolo: chapter II
The euphoric wave crashes into reality's steel nature. Now, when the door closes on Caroline Bonnie understands the implication of her choice. She is alone with this man, this perfect and gorgeous man, but he is still a stranger. She squeezed Klaus' hand during a silent panic. She is not completely over the man's charms, but her reason makes a violent comeback.
She starts to pace back and forth. She is dragging him behind her during pacing. She hasn't yet released his hand. She doesn't notice the extra weight, which is attached to her arm. How can she shorten this situation?
She is never one to act impulsively. The first time she does, it results in her following a gigolo into his apartment. She should continue overthinking everything she does in life. Bonnie takes a deep breath and turns, and then she is ready to face Klaus.
She has a sweet speech prepared, so she can avoid hurting his ego. Something along the line of it is not you, but I'm not desperate. She has to rethink the content. He may not take it well if she equates sex with him with desperation.
It is another round of pacing, and Klaus is utterly amused. The young woman is very expressive, so whatever happens in her head is visible on her face. Every woe digs a wrinkle on her smooth skin. Every turmoil twists her beautiful lips. Although, Klaus favours her moments of epiphany. The ecstatic smile on her lips is a holy call, which leads to perversities.
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Bonnie finally stops. Determination placated on her face, she is ready to end this affair, which has yet to start. After, she asks herself every possible question in a rank of importance.
1. Is the sex going to be painful? It is simple survivor instinct.
The young woman only experienced painful sex. Her expectations for any trysts are pain and dissatisfaction. There is no changing her mind on the matter. Reasonably, it should not be worth the fortune, which Caroline paid. However, she stops pacing and glances at Klaus. She needs air, but not the one that she is breathing now. Sexual pheromones, blackcurrant, galangal, and soft touches of vanilla saturate the atmosphere. Does his scent have to be so evocative?
Although he smells exquisite, his appearance will be her ruin. His very polished air of nonchalance coupled with an elegant posture. His intensely charged blue eyes, which are presently on her. She never experienced it before, but his look is empowering. Bonnie averts her eyes before she strays further away from her original intent. It was a bad decision to look at him. Now, the answer to her first question is pointless. Niklaus Mikealson is the incarnation of good sex. The type of sex, which Caroline gushes about every day.
2. Does she look desperate? She cannot lie to herself.
He must think she is, but what he thinks should not matter. However, it does, she is a confused individual, which he established previously.
Desperation, she oozes in the feeling at this specific instant. She is desperate to live recklessly and act on their sudden attraction. She is desperate to be in his arms. Arms, which will offer possessive caresses and tender touches. It does not matter if she had to pay the man. She wants it more than she needs it.
Despite all her wishes and needs, moralist Bonnie also desperately wants to run away from this apartment. She does not know how fast she can run with heels, so she will have to give the idea an extra thought.
3. Does he look this good every other day of the month? He may have done an extra effort to please her, and she will just shatter his ego.
She glances at Klaus and quickly looks away. Obviously, nothing can shatter the man's ego. When she thinks looking good, she is stingy with her compliment. However, it is simple survival to downplay how attractive she finds him, and she turns again to gaze at him. She catches her eye on him and wonders why he is so close to her. Her hand is still in his palm, and she has yet to remember this detail. In a distressing moment, she is too engrossed in her mental argumentation to notice benign details such as a complete person attached to her wrist.
4. Is he a serial killer? Is his pimp a serial killer? She watches many thrillers sue her.
This entire situation sounds like a strong plot, and she will pay to see that movie. However, she is digressing. She looks in his general direction, and he has a very patient look. Although, she doubts Klaus is someone patient. Little she know of how tired he is of her pacing. He is biting his tongue for her sake, and he wonders why.
5. Is she desperate? She asks herself primordial questions in order of her priorities.
Not looking desperate is something she deems ultimately important. Even more important than a gigolo possibly murdering her.
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Despite a strong line of questioning, Bonnie isn't over her indecision. Therefore, she will go with her choice by default, safety. It means leaving this apartment. She raises her eyes, and he still happens to be too close. She frowns and raises a questioning eyebrow. Does he have to invade her personal space in such way?
Klaus thinks someone should teach Bonnie the control of her facial expression. It is a beautiful spectacle to witness her thinking, but now he is exhausted due to her different mental gymnastics. He found himself trying to add his imputes at some point because he was growing concerned. Nevertheless, if she can simply give his arm back before rejecting him, he would be thankful. He insistently glances down at their joint hands until she takes a hint.
"Sorry." She drops his hand briskly and put her hand behind her back. Now that she already started to speak, it won't kill her to continue. Therefore, she takes a deep breath and readies herself to reject him politely. She wants to see if she can get a refund. It will hurt her to lose the money. It isn't even hers, and yet it hurts the same. In addition, once she leaves Caroline will have enough reasons to kill her. The money may be enough to bribe her way to a painless death.
"Sorry but…" She has to stop because he is not listening to her.
When she restarted a long tirade in her mind, Klaus actually chose to be vocal. She looks at him trying to process his words, but there is a clear problem. All she hears are very melodious sound and sexual innuendo, which he never used. Her brain is freezing but for a very good reason. Why is he shirtless in a radius where she can touch him or want to touch him?
"I will be back somehow my appearance leaves much to be desired, but I hardly expected you." She finally catches few words when she overcomes the great seducing power of the velour of his voice.
Klaus is holding his wet shirt and unbuttoning his black jeans. Bonnie cocks an eyebrow with surprise. Then panic replaces the surprise, and she does the only rational thing she can think of. A cry of indignation and then she put her hand in front of her eyes. Forget about maturity, the situation is dire.
This man has just started removing his clothes in front of her. He is about to be butt naked, and she should speak to him while he flaunts his very attractive body. She doesn't want to see him naked. Does hell still have a special place for liars? She does want to see him naked, but now it is counterproductive.
Nonetheless, she tries to sneak a pick. However, she only sees Klaus looking at her with concern. He has crossed his arm, and he is waiting for her to end her childish behaviour. She doesn't like the way he is looking at her, and she intends to tell him. Although, she doubts he will take her seriously while her hands half-cover her eyes. She can do it. She drops her hand and tries to focus on his face. A pointless task, her eyes have a mind of her own.
They roam on his chest. Her first thought is a criticism of her moral. Does she really have to be against paid sex? Her eyes don't share her principles. following his treasure trail, they are eagerly continuing their journey down. Her body grows increasingly warm, and her fingers tingle with a need to touch. When she catches sight of golden curl, Bonnie has to take a minute.
She is about to face the man's penis, and she has only seen one penis in her life. It wasn't really a pretty sight, but she believes Klaus' penis will be pretty. Can she unthink her own thoughts? Is unthink even a word? She starts a mental rumbling, and she has to chastise herself. There are important matters to attend to right now.
She is scarlet, and her throat is dry. However, other unnameable body regions are dampening. She is classy, and she is not desperate. She tries to convince herself to stop her first attempt at voyeurism. She should look up and simply tell him that she won't require his services. Be that he may not refund, so she should get something out of this.
She stops herself from doing a victory dance, she loves when she shut her moral with reason. It is reasonable, and anything is good enough to justify her sudden voyeurism. However, is it voyeurism when the person is an exhibitionist? It is not the right time for a philosophical question. Her heart is beating fast with excitement, and she can no longer keep her eyes away from his groin.
She can't help but sigh when the view disappoints. He is not naked, and the proper terminology will be he is half-naked. He is still wearing his black jeans, and the tease has just unbuttoned two buttons. Just enough to flash his golden pubic hair, but not enough to give the view she wishes. However, personal note to herself he goes commando. Why is she recording detail when she is apparently leaving?
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"Are we done here?" he raises an eyebrow to emphasize his question.
There is a mischievous smile on his face and that just makes Bonnie blush harder. Obviously, she wasn't subtle with her ogling. He doesn't mind but the way it affects her is rewarding. He puts his hand into his pocket and his pant dips lower. She knows she is been caught previously but you can't die for the same sins twice. Sadly, he is too fast and she only sees a glimpse of skin. Klaus pulls out of his pocket a crushed packet of cigarettes. He pulls two and extends one for Bonnie.
"Cheapest path to ecstasy, nicotine does wonder with the endorphins." His voice coats word with elegance.
Bonnie shakes her head to decline and he shrugs. His places the cigarette on his lips. She hasn't seen someone moving so fluidly. Every of his fine movement beautifully coordinated. The ways he disposes of the tip of his cigarette on his lips, the bit of his tongue darting to wet the dry paper. Everything is done with delicate touch, similar to an artist stroking fine line on an expressionist canvas.
Her attachment to touch is deep and it is a source of comfort. Therefore, dexterity is arousing to her. She silently observes this hand porn. She takes a sharp intake of air. Her content sigh draws Klaus' attention but it doesn't perturb him. He peers through his eyelashes just for confirmation. He stops with a lit match in his hand.
This candid view of her captivates him. The unadulterated desire painted across her features. The darkening green irises fixated on his finger. The slightly parted lips with which she draws each of those soft sighs. She is beautiful when she is ecstatic and he can wait to be the cause of such reaction. He cusses when the flame burns a side of his forefinger and the profanity is enough to break the moment. Klaus puts back the cigarette in his pocket. With that little interlude, his level of endorphin is skyrocketing.
The atmosphere is still charged, when Bonnie's eyes once against meets Niklaus' ones. His intentions are clear. The way he looks at her leaves Bonnie with little option. She can find the closest spot to hide from the big bad wolf or she can unleash her primal nature and dance with the wolf. Bonnie Bennett is not a coward, she is a very rational person. Unfortunately, reason and cowardice are children of the same mother, wisdom. Run, it is.
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"I…I'm" she starts hesitantly. She is very close to embarrassing herself with her stammering. Years studying public relationship and marketing, all that knowledge on how to use her words, yet tonight her words are failing her. Life is full of Irony.
Nothing can help avoid the present awkwardness, which is made tenfold worse with how self-conscious she is becoming. Niklaus is not blind to the obvious change in her attitude. Between the limp shoulders, her constant lip biting. The entire situation is stressful for her. She starts massaging her neck. If she is seeking the comfort of her hand then it must be an intense stress.
"Are we having buyer remorse?" a certain frivolity coats his voice.
However, he is right in his assumption and it highlights Bonnie's growing discomfort. Moralist Bonnie also decides to make another impromptu appearance. Her mind is suddenly eager to reflect on what is wrong with sex work. As the saint patron of lost causes and the compassionate soul she is, Bonnie has difficulties reconciling her desire and her morale.
She doesn't know how to answer his question. She does have remorse but they aren't enough to make her walk out of his apartment. She looks at him with a growing anxiety and a small guilt. It is the ultimate proof of her innocence, the way she is trying to approach this situation with morale.
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"Love?" he places a hand against her cheek and draws her out of her personal turmoil.
He takes the hand massaging her neck into his own.
She looks at him with a question on the tip of her tongue. Bonnie's mouth is relatively dry. How do you ask anyone if they are victims of sex trafficking? If the answer happens to be yes, how do you proceed to help? During moment like this one, she wishes not to be a goody two shoes. Moralist Bonnie is working full time. Any reasons are good to dissuade her from this folly she is entertaining. Niklaus can read her intention. She is not very good at hiding her emotions. Her worries about his possible situation are endearing. The woman is truly ingenious.
His hand slides from her face to her neck. The caress is sensual and comforting. He replaces the warmth she lost when he removed her hand. His thumb settles above her carotid pulse. The pulse is fast and bounding. She is anxious. He unclasps their joint hands and loses his newly freed hand in her silky hair.
Klaus tangles his finger around her locks and slightly tilts her head with a small tug on her nape. She gasps due to the brisk movement and sudden sharp pain. Soon tender fingers are massaging her scalp until she can't help but moan. He smiles, pleased with her cry of pleasure.
"Liberties which I take with my body are simply prompted by my hedonistic nature and nothing else." He pulls a bit on her hair after each word.
The position is a bit uncomfortable, so she has to draw closer to him. Her hands have a strong grip on his shoulder and her nails dig into his flesh to keep her upright. They both don't mind the small sporadic sharp pain. They are too engrossed in the verbal and nonverbal conversation. She can't help but peer into his eyes. This sudden domineering aura around him is intoxicating for her senses.
"I assure you every minute of what I do is pleasurable to me and whoever I do it with. I'm a consenting adult who only indulges in lascivious delight with another willing adult." his voice is unfaltering.
His words are mere whisper because his lips have moved to recover her earlobe. The sensation of his warm breath teasing her sensitive skin mixed with a slight pressure of his thumb on her neck is sweet torture. His words go unchallenged in her mind. Her only thoughts are that she wants to partake in such pleasure.
She shivers in his arms with anticipation. Morals quickly lose their appeal when the sins are so rewarding. He takes pleasure from simply unsettling her with benign touches. His fingers carefully free her tendril hair and slither on the back of her neck. His hand settles on the midline of her back, as he stands straight. He pulls her closer to him. She is almost pressed against his warm pulsating flesh.
The thumb massaging her carotid follows her agitated pulse until her collarbone. His forefinger rests on clavicle notches whilst his little finger randomly dips into her breast cleavage. His knuckles lazily brush against the naked flesh around the collar of her dress. He is taking advantage of her weakness. He understands her relationship with touch and physical sensation. His touch is warm and luring her into a sense of comfort. Before she can think of it, she is melting into him. Her chin leaning against his chest and her hands possessively grabbing his shoulder.
"Now the decision is all yours to make, as I have made mine when I laid eyes on you." He suddenly stops touching her to her biggest regret and puts distance between them.
"I truly need to change my clothing. Use the time to think about what you want." His tone is challenging.
She has to reluctantly keep her hand to herself and watch him move further away from her grasp. Klaus walks away not waiting for her answer. She follows him with her eyes as he enters what she assumes to be his bedroom.
She wants to shout that her decision is obvious. Did he miss the part where she wrapped her body around him? Obviously, he didn't if the dimples appearing on his cheek are an indication. He just wants to hear her say it for personal gratification. Therefore, he waits with a challenging smirk as he leans against the door of his bedroom. He waits for his little ingénue to come in accord with her desires.
It is not hard to feel out of place in his expensively furnished apartment. The extra time, which he gave her to think, has turned into an instrument of torture. She has stared at his entrance door more time than necessary. It is not in her nature to do the cowardly thing but now the temptation to leave is great. She can simply run and there is no need to mention this event again.
Yet she hasn't moved from the spot where he left her. As much as she wants to tell herself the contrary, she has already made her decision. Now she needs to silence her righteous mind. She takes a deep breath and she walks toward the half-open door. She pushes it and he is there standing in all his glory. He doesn't look back but that doesn't make her sudden courage waver.
Klaus is standing in the centre of his room, bare chest and only in a perfectly cut deep dark maroon dress pants. He continues sliding in his white dress shirt. He could end her sufferings. Yet what goods will it do? If she wants him then she will voice it. His vain and demanding nature deserves the reward to hear her desire for him voiced.
Bonnie has to reacquaint herself with language. Lust has buried her mind under multiple unholy thoughts and now he wants her to remember how to use a coded arrangement of words. Language is suddenly foreign to her brain. She takes a difficult breath ready to speak. He glances back for a second and she pauses when she catches his eyes. Her body smoulders under those piercing blue eyes and he knows it. He is just toying with her and she wants to resent him. Yet, how can she when he is slowly undressing her body and soul with those eyes?
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"Strip," she says hesitantly and she voices the thing, which she wants the most now.
The order is given in a timid tone. It brings a smirk to his lips. He finally turns around to acknowledge her presence and his hands still. He stops buttoning his white dress shirt. What will be the point when it will soon finish on the floor? He closes the distance between them and pulls her into the room.
"This must be your first time." It isn't a taunt but simply a statement. He doesn't refer to her sexual experience or even her first encounter with a gigolo.
Klaus is pointing out her first attempt at dominance. Unmistakably, he notices she has never been in a position to wheel such power before. Mistakes are bound to happen. It is too much at once almost like having a lit match in a forest with dry leaves, precarious position. She needs guidance. He will be the perfect teacher to this inexperienced yet sensual woman. His personal ingénue.
He grabs her hand and slowly guides it along with his chiselled abdomen. Her warm fingers leave a small print as she tentatively presses them against his body. She looks up for a second detaching her eyes from his naked skin. Her green irises widen, dilating themselves until the point of physical discomfort. She quickly removes her finger from his abdomen out of shyness.
"You paid for this!" He takes her in as he speaks.
She swallows at the reminder, but his voice is so soft that she doesn't instinctively become defensive. His presence in her personal space short-circuits her personal inhibition. He traps her in his magnetic field and she can't help but fall prey to desire. She is an ingénue who has found the pervasive source of trouble.
His entire body is a land of temptation. His baby blue eyes are objects of wonder. They are maybe magical because her skin is affected every time they fall on her. She is flesh and the flesh is weak. She is blood and the blood is alive. His scent infiltrates her skin and intoxicates her mind. Her desire for him is a dull ache, which is the worse type of pain because it burns with consistency until dealt with.
"Shouldn't you be eager to use me the way you see fit?" He leans closer to her face as he whispers those words. He plays with the change in physical proximity. When he is close she can't help but want to touch.
Bonnie swallows hard. She stared at him and she is unable to move even if her fingers are twitching with desire to feel. Once again, he takes her hand and presses it against his naked flesh. He glances at her curiously. He is impatient to see her reaction because he knows how tactile she is.
Bonnie's eyes drop to the floor. Shaking fingers pressed against the crevices of his stomach and completely immobilized. Her little finger accidentally hooks itself in Klaus' umbilicus as she moves it back and forth. It is a proof of her dilemma. She has never been so stressed and when she is stressed, touching is her form of comfort.
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Ahead of her mind and against her inhibitions, her index finger already starts tracing his linea, Alba. The hesitant caress draws a subtle moan out of his lips. He savours his little victory against her reason. The soft sound startles the young woman. She lifts her eyes to meet his. All he sees in that agitated green sea is the need of validation. All she finds in his eyes are promises of exquisite kinds of pleasure, which turn the bones and flesh into canonized ashes.
How sweet of her, the complex of the first timer. She wants to please him. However, he won't be pleased until she falls in a state of abandon. Klaus doesn't want to be pleased. He wants his ingénue to be tainted by his touch. He intends to burn her flesh so deeply with his caresses. No men after him will be able to heal her ache for sex.
He should reflect on his sudden possessive thoughts but the moment doesn't call for analysis. He wants her to understand the primal and carnal part of sex, as he can't offer the emotional side of it. He doesn't want her to aim for pleasing instead he wants her to barbarically take from his being until he is empty and unable to offer her anything.
Klaus leans closer to her. She panics and she backtracks until her knees hit the edges of his bed. She topples and ends up sitting on the soft silk covering the mattress. Bonnie presses her hand on his bedsheets, so she can stop the urge to grab him. It is a thing to give in to temptation with compromise and another one to fall into an uncontrollable spiral. As Klaus comes closer, she has no other choices but to stay still. The other option She is to backtrack until she is spread on his bed.
The closer he gets, the harder is to resist the need to touch. The sensation, which her fingertips create whilst grazing his skin, is no longer satisfying. It is a poor palliative to what she wants and what her body demands. It is the equivalent of an alcoholic smelling the top of a vintage scotch's bottle. It helps to manage the impulse but never makes it go away. She hesitantly raises her eyes, shielding eyelashes stop him from reading into her look.
He places his hands on her knee and caresses the flesh not covered by her dress. He pushes the dress away from her skin and leans forward. He parts her legs to the extent he can with the dress resistance and stands in between. He takes her hand and presses it against his body. However, he requires a more provocative touch. He placed his hand on top of hers and she can no longer escape her own needs. He slides their joint hands until they are in contact with his groin.
Klaus bends and he takes her soft lips between his plump ones. The kiss is lazy, the passion hesitantly raising and he breaks it before she can become accustomed to his taste. He needs her to crave him and he can only obtain the desired result if he eludes her. She sighs and goes for another kiss. Her resistance has reasonable limitations.
She places her free hand against his cheek and she silently observes him. He turns his head and places an encouraging kiss in the centre of her palm. She weights the pro and cons, but she doesn't have the lucidity to identify cons when his lips are pressed again her hand.
There is only the need to quench a growing thirst. His soft lips have lit a devouring flame in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers eagerly move again his smooth flesh. Her fingertips feasting on the different texture, from smooth skin to slight rough patches of beard. She leans closer to him. For the first time, she is the instigator and he doesn't mind the change in dynamic. The tips of their noses eventually become the only obstacle on her path to him. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes when her lips are a mere inch to his.
"Own me!" He whispers against her lips and let go of her hand that he was guiding. He lures her primal side out of slumber and she is so eager to possess. She can no longer resist his corrupting call.
Her fingers grip his pants' waistband and she doesn't go further. She opens her eyes at his words and she stares into his blue ones. With a strong pull on his waistband, she drags him down until he is on his knee and at eye level with her. Victorious on his knees, he waits for her inevitable surrender. She places her second hand on his free cheek. Her thumb seeks his bottom lip. Klaus teasingly sucks her thumb and later bits the tip when he releases it. Her aching for him grows.
He can close the distance between their lips but he chooses not to. She has to triumph over her maladroitness. His masculine ego needs a complete victory. He will let her chase him until she grovels at his feet pinned down by the weight of her desire. He is a cruel lover but his punishment coerces the sweetest pain out of his lover.
Finally, with the last string of resistance breaking, Bonnie's lips seek Klaus' ones. Restrain and gaucherie taint the first contact. Bonnie's timid nature makes her gauche whilst Klaus has to restrain his passion for fear to scare her. Their lips are barely touching but it is poisonous enough to intoxicate her senses. Electrifying enough to influence her courage.
"Be gentle please," she whispers against his lips but her eyes fixated on him strengthen the message. She trusts him and that is an ultimate turn on. He kisses the corner of her neck as a reassurance that her needs and wants will prevail tonight.
During the second contact, fragile confidence replaces restrain. Her lips are pressed firmly against him and his arm surrounds her waist. Bonnie starts to take liberties, emboldened by his satisfied moan and his teasing bites on her lower lip. Eventually, she reaches the stage of abandon, the kiss morphs into something passionate.
There are lips, there is tongue, and there is teeth. Her hands travel from his cheek to his hair. With a swift motion, Klaus uses the arm around her waist to drag her up with him as he stands. With his free arm, he manages to reposition her. Now her legs are around his waist and he keeps her stable by having his hand firmly pressed on her bottom. The kiss is feverish and of shattering violence. Tongue and lips in no real order. Her hedonistic needs driving her tongue. They eventually break apart when their moans become throaty lung's cries for air.
She slides her hand from his hair to his shoulders. The tip of her nails grazing the flesh of his neck and leaving little marks behind. He winces a bit when her manicured nails dig those trails but she quickly soothes his pain with another kiss. It is slower, indicative of the new confidence she found.
She sensually sucks at his upper lip and her hands caress his nape. He opens his mouth to allow the entrance of her tongue. The pace is slow and sensual. Her tongue leads and his tongue follows. He carefully places her on his bed and she drags him with her due to her reluctance to end their kiss.
He holds himself above her with the strength of his arm in the attempt not to crush her. His free arm pushes her tight dress upper until he can properly part her legs. Klaus settles in between and grabs her thigh. He wraps it around his waist and continues kissing her. As it grows passionate, he can sense her tensing. She can dominate a kiss but she doesn't know how to move forward. It is foreign territory to her to own up completely to her sexuality. She becomes apprehensive and he senses it.
Klaus intertwines his fingers with her and brings her arms up. He pins them together above her head. He once again changes their dynamic. He retakes the lead and focuses on giving her the pleasure, which lacked in her previous relationship. His mouth leaves hers to settle on her neck. The kiss carves her flesh, sweeter sensation has never been known to her. He licks and bites on her erogenous zone until she tries to pry her neck away from his mouth. Her skin has grown so sensitive that the hot air from his breath sends her sensory receptor in overdrive.
He deepens the kiss while using his hand to light every inch of her body on fire. Her dress has become an obstruction. With a swift motion, Klaus drags it down and throws it on the floor. He caresses her naked breasts and she moans in pleasure. His tongue breaks through Bonnie's mouth barrier. It parades around hers, starting a vigorous joust where the stroke is thrown precisely and lethally.
He devours her mouth, consuming her with each tongue stroke and tasting her after each bite on her lower lip. With a last hard bite, his canine almost breaks through the pink skin of his lips. She hisses and he moves his mouth to her neck placing soft peck. Nipping and creating a path of little bites until her collarbone.
On Bonnie's harden nipple, Klaus lowers his mouth. He sucks on it with passion while his right hand is grabbing, pinching, squeezing her other nipple, causing pain that enhances Bonnie's erotic pleasure. Her moans grow stronger and her breathing a bit heavier. His left hand blindly looks for her panty and a victorious groan leaves his lips when he finds it.
He briskly removes her panty, which suffers the same fate as her dress. He starts rubbing the heart of her pleasure and her feminine juice coats his fingers. His thumb is lazily massaging her clitoris. With his other fingers, he is parting her labia. His index runs between her slit. Electrical waves of pleasure run through Bonnie.
Her mind is aflame. She can't think and speak seems a task reserved to the god. Words of praise for his masculinity and profanity indiscriminately die on her lips. Moans are the only sounds she is able to formulate. However, as for now, there are the only things Klaus wants to hear. Her sensual cries echo against every wall with a sacredness similar to the harmony of an organ resonating in a crowded Catholic church. It is enough to cover Klaus' ego with laurel
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Eventually, his mouth abandons her nipple. He creates a path of hot kisses along her abdomen until his mouth softly encloses her labia. She hisses in pleasure and tries to push his head away. He nips on her clitoris as a warning to behave.
"Klaus…" She moans with reverences when she regains use of her tongue. No one ever said his name with such worshipping tone and still managed to infuse the passion and exuberance of pagan prayer.
Each lick brings rawer cries of pleasure. Klaus' tongue penetrates the slit of her vagina. She pleads with him for more. Although, each raw cry for more is systemically denied and punished with a caress on her clitoris. Her hand violently tugs on his blond curls to pry him away but the same hand maintains him in place.
His tongue digs in and out of her vagina relentlessly. His fingers massaging the throbbing aches of her clitoris. She throws her head back and closes her eyes. Only the rich and inventive profanities, which colour her language, cover the wet sounds of his tongue gliding over her labia
Klaus emerges from between her legs and she groans in her indignation. Bonnie's firm hand on the crown of his head tries to push him back down. He keeps stimulating her engorged clitoris with his thumb, but the pleasure can't compare to what she has experience in the past minute.
She eventually opens her eyes and looks at him. He has a nonchalant smirk on his lip. She just wants to wipe it away, so she leans down to kiss him. He entraps her tongue between his teeth and slightly bites. Then his lips voraciously devour hers. He frees her mouth and keeps her lower lip between his half-closed one. He pinches her clitoris and she moans in his mouth. He kisses her again and then whispers against her lips.
"Watch me." his tone is authoritative and she can dare to disobey.
He makes his way back to her mound placing open mouth kisses along her abdomen. He restarts his ministration and her green irises adoringly watch him pleasure her. Bonnie's legs start trembling as he repeatedly penetrates her with his tongue. She doesn't mean to disobey him but as the sensation in her body become unstainable, she can't help but close her eyes and let the pleasure drown her under the constant wave of ecstasy.
She feels tingles all over her wet skin. Electricity runs through her blood. She is so close to the edges and she needs that extra push to fall. When he slides a finger into her wet feminine core and continues licking her labia, her body explodes.
"Fuck…" Her joyous voice resonates in the entire room. She closes her eyes and rides the wave until she eventually crashes into reality. Yet she will accept that fate because he will be waiting for her in that reality.
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His boner pocks the entrance of her inner wall. She is suddenly brought back to a reality she is eager to live if it promises the same pleasure. Klaus is on his knee and he pushes down his pants. He replaces his erected manhood at the entrance of her wall. Her walls tighten in reaction to the scorching contact between her aflame flesh and his stone hard phallus.
Her body tenses in anticipation but he makes her wait. He leans and kisses her neck. Then his mouth travels the length of her jaw to settle on her delicious mouth. He consumes her mouth in a leisurely way, tasting her with each tongue stroke. There are teeth grazing against the skin, hair tangling around exploring fingers. There are hands frivolously caressing skins, leaving behind a burnt path of passion. Yet it is enough, she wants more and he is not willing to give her now. If she wants it then she should be willing to take. His past words resonate in her head and echoes on his lips as he softly repeats them near her ear.
"Own me." The tone is pleading, Klaus has strained his resistance, but the experience is about her.
He will only give her what she needs. Bonnie grabs Klaus' penis. She grows a bit anxious because what she feels is big. Despite the apprehension due to his size, she is not afraid it will hurt. She strokes him few times and he let escape a feral snarl. He breathes heavily against the damp flesh of her warm neck.
"Watch me." she confidently turns his words against him. Klaus unglues his face from her shoulder and misses the warmth. His eyes fall down and he watches as her hand goes up and down around his erected member. She places it at the entrance of her wet core.
"Please." She moans and he can only oblige.
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With a shallow stroke, he enters her and they both rejoice in liberating pleasure. He pushes slowly and lets her body adjust around his length and width. She winces a bit and he stops to place a kiss on the crook of her neck. She caresses his face prompting him to continue. Her vagina becomes wetter as he keeps stimulating her clitoris with his thumb and awakening her senses with his kisses. The pain lessens until it is eventually replaced with sheer pleasure. She moans and becomes eager for more. She begs him to give her more but he ignores her misguided demanded. He privileges her pleasure over her irrational eagerness.
The way her body shivers at his touch is a better measurement of her pleasure. The tremor of her flesh is a better indication of when she wants more. Bonnie eagerness for more is the eternal battle between quantity and qualities. Klaus wants the torture to be enjoyable. His long hard strokes are punctuated with teeth grazing her harden nipples whilst his rough quick strokes are soothed with slow fingers caressing her neck.
He goes faster and she is getting closer to the implosion, she is gyrating and grinding her at the same pace that he is thrusting. Her moans at each thrust more desperate. With many powerful thrusts, she can feel the orgasm built until it rips her apart. It is even better than the first time. It is more consuming. Her body pleasurably broken and exhausted. His warm lips still kiss every inch of her skin. Shallow strokes keep her body in the in-between of haven and ecstasy. She can distantly hear him reach his own completion. He places a kiss on the crown of her head. He rolls on the side and she wants to hold on to him for few minutes.
"Wow." She summarizes the entire experience. Her burning lungs don't allow her use of her words. She continues panting.
"That good?" he teases her with a knowing smile. A wide grin spreads across her lips and he impulsively kisses her.
It takes few minutes but eventually. Senses are back and there is a pit in Bonnie's stomach. It is no shame or horror. It is a dreadful only known when facing the unavoidable. With hormone coursing through her bloodstream, a bunch of chemicals meant to strengthen her attachment to her partner, her mind still has to face reality. There is that sad emerging thought don't get attached. However, Bonnie Bennett is a true romantic, with a heart beating with eagerness to fall in love.
"It wouldn't be wise financially." His voice cut through Bonnie's musing.
Klaus senses her languorous look. He is facing the ceiling when normally he looks at them in the eyes whilst doing it. He is used to this moment of awkwardness when he has to remind them that it is a transient relationship. Yet this has a different undertone to it. He pushes his fingers closer to her thigh. His finger stroking her cooling naked flesh. He is unsure if he needs the comfort or she needs it.
"A coffee won't put me in deep debt and I doubt it will be a financial burden to you." the tone is tragically hopeful. His little ingénue with her blinding purity and this is the moment when he taints it.
"That wouldn't be wise emotionally." Regrets are suddenly on his side.
"Is any of those reasons ever stopped you before? I am a consenting adult and…" he silences her with a kiss because there are words, which should never leave the mind. Mostly those, which express a deep hope. Klaus isn't in the business of emotional fulfilment. He is a gigolo and his job ends when the client sexual completion is reached.
They continue kissing until exhaustion claims Bonnie. She falls asleep in Klaus' arm. This is out of his sphere of competence. He doesn't stray away from his professionalism, yet here he is. Any other woman will be on her way out, but with Bonnie, the line suddenly blurs. She is on his arm evenly breathing. The moment after the haze once the fog has cleared, it isn't as bad as he always pictured it.
The heavy awkwardness that usually follows is absent. She didn't ask for another night nor did she beg. She put her cards on the table and left him to his device. He never gives more than one night to anyone. Another night leads to attachment, several nights result in possessiveness.
With her in his arm, he indulges in some rare pleasure. He lets her rest her head on his chest more for his own sake than hers. Tomorrow he will set the boundaries but tonight he indulges in forbidden things. She asked for a coffee and plunged him into his own turmoil. Perhaps it is time to seek another type of growth. A cup of coffee has never chained anyone to a relationship, yet some many of those have started with one.
"That wouldn't be wise emotionally." He repeats the statement with a faltering confidence.
When has wisdom ever been a deciding factor in my life?