Using the weekend to catch up on my writing :) Glad you liked the last chapter and thanks for the reviews!

Chapter 13

Malcolm felt edgy on the ride back home, especially because Clara was sitting right next to him, never saying a single word. Even though she had been right to stop him Malcolm couldn't stop thinking about how this fucking woman had managed to turn his head and it certainly didn't help that her dress kept slipping up, exposing most of her leg. He had half a mind to yell at her to cover herself up. His arousal had abated and yet his head remained clouded by her, by the thought of kissing her, touching her. Malcolm turned his head to look at her and found that Clara had her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Is something wrong?" she asked him once she had noticed him staring.

Malcolm quickly averted his gaze. "No. Nothing."

The rest of the ride went by quietly and Malcolm felt a certain kind of relief when the taxi stopped in front of his house and they could walk inside, bringing a little more distance between him and Clara even though it was still quite the opposite of what he truly wanted. He couldn't wait to go to bed and leave this awful day behind, his feet feeling heavy when he started walking upstairs.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" he heard Clara's voice behind him and turned around to see that she was still standing at the bottom of the steps, looking at him expectantly.

He shrugged in reply. "To bed."

Clara put her arms akimbo, glaring up at him. "I thought we were finally going to talk about it," she said and sounded just a little bit angry, "You can't have sex with me, then tell me it's never gonna happen again only to kiss me in the middle of a charity event just a few days later."

Malcolm sighed. "You're right, I shouldn't have kissed you, I-"

"No," Clara interrupted him sternly.

"No?" he looked at her quizzically, his eyebrows raised. Fucking women. He would probably never understand them.

"You can kiss me, you just can't do it in public. And you can't do it and back out again. If we're going to do it again, I need to know what it means and I won't be discarded five minutes after," Clara said determinedly, looking up at him.

All Malcolm had heard was "if we're going to do it again". Fuck, he wanted that. He shouldn't want it, but he did.

"Well?" she cocked her eyebrows at him expectantly.

Malcolm walked back downstairs until he was face to face with Clara when he stopped, staring at her. "I want it," he told her plainly and rested his hands on her hips. Clara dropped her arms and let him pull her closer. "Fuck it! Let's keep it behind closed doors, within these walls. Just you and me, Clara, please. I want it."

When their hips met Malcolm felt his cock twitch and swell in excitement and he instantly bent down to kiss Clara, her lips soft and the taste of champagne still lingering on them. However this time she didn't open up to him. Malcolm groaned in frustration as she pulled away once more.

"Malcolm, I need to know that it won't be like last time," Clara reminded him harshly, "I need to know that you won't immediately push me away."

"Clara," Malcolm groaned as he pressed her body harder against his own, "I promise I will treat you like a queen if that's what it takes. But, please, let me fuck you."

Finally Clara gave way under him and when he crashed their lips together in a passionate kiss they both stumbled backwards against the wall. He wanted to drown in her kisses, drown inside her. He was so fucking hard by now that he didn't even care about going upstairs first, he just wanted to feel her around him as quickly as humanly possible.

Clara moaned under him when his lips left hers and he began to trail her neck with kisses, probably leaving lovebites all over her skin on his way down to her breasts.

"God, I've been wanting to tear that dress off you all night," he mumbled against her chest and with his finger Malcolm shoved the strap out of the way to expose her breast. While his mouth sucked hard on her nipple, causing Clara to gasp, his hand made its way between her legs where he found no underwear.

"Fuck you," he cursed when his finger slipped between her wet folds. Clara chuckled. "Fuck you! You fucking planned this."

"I was hoping, not planning," she keened as he entered her and instantly Clara tightened her muscles around his fingers to feel more of him.

He planted another, bruising kiss on her lips and felt her leg wrap around him to pull him closer. The fabric of his trousers was beginning to feel a little tight and he was sure that by now it was already stained with precum.

Luckily for him Clara seemed to have had the same notion as her hands dropped to his crotch and palmed him through his trousers.

"Open the fucking trousers," he hissed sharply against her lips and in a matter of seconds Clara had freed him from the unnecessary fabric that was now pooling around his legs. He moaned into her mouth when she tucked hard on his erection, her touch sending sparks flying through his body. Malcolm knew he wouldn't stand a lot of teasing, so in one swift movement he lifted Clara up.

She hooked her legs and arms around him for support and finally Clara let him enter. Malcolm had wanted to be gentle at first, he really had, but when he felt himself slip into her tight wetness he simply couldn't hold back and the sounds that Clara made told him she didn't mind him being rough at all. Instead she tightened her muscles around him, causing him to moan loudly.

"Fuck, Clara, you're so-," Malcolm broke off when he plunged back inside her, picking up pace.

"Don't talk, just fuck me," she reminded him breathlessly and pulled him closer with her legs.

The feeling of her around him was so overwhelming and he had been eager and ready for her almost the entire evening. Her moans seemed to resonate straight inside his core, making him go harder and faster as he slammed her against the wall. Clara pulled at his hair so he would kiss her again, even though most of the time he missed her lips in his frenzy, and Malcolm held on tight to her hips, guiding her to meet his thrusts.

Clara was panting when their lips pulled apart and for a moment Malcolm opened his eyes to look at her and, fuck, the sight of her had almost propelled him over the edge right then and there. Her face was flushed in arousal, sweaty, her hair the mess that he had made of it and Clara had her lips parted, moaning his name when his thrusts became a little more shallow for a moment.

Malcolm brought his hand between them, trying to push back his own orgasm by concentrating on her when he rubbed his thumb along her clit, all the while pushing back inside of her.

"Yes," she gasped, furrowing her brows in her arousal, "Right there. Please."

He pushed harder against her and suddenly felt her walls flutter and pulse around his cock as she came, taking him in deeper than before and Malcolm let himself get dragged along, burying himself inside of her until he could feel his orgasm crash over him like a wave and he released himself inside of her.

"Fuck," he muttered breathlessly, letting his head sink into the crook of her neck. He swallowed hard and waited for his pulse to return to normal and only when his arousal had abated Malcolm pulled out of her and carefully set Clara back down. "Clara, that was fucking amazing."

"Or amazing fucking," she giggled and gave a squeal of surprise when he bent down to kiss her again.

Their kiss didn't last long however as they both came back up soon enough, gasping for air. Malcolm couldn't help but smile at her and to his relief Clara smiled back.

"Tell me, is that mouth for yours good for other dirty things besides swearing?" she asked teasingly.

"I can show you how good," Malcolm looked down at her and suddenly he had an idea, "Clara, do you want to sleep in my bedroom tonight?"

"Very much," she grinned at him and before Clara could even react Malcolm picked his trousers off the floor and reached for her hand, pulling her in the direction of the bedroom. Maybe he would regret this soon, but right now Malcolm didn't even care. All he wanted at this moment was to be with Clara.