Repeating History (History #1) (10 page)

CHAPTER eight: Andrew

I take my time making Clara a sandwich. I really do love teasing her. I can feel her gaze on me and I can hear her foot tapping impatiently. I want to fuck her. I know I should take her on a date first. Dinner or something. Problem is I want her right now. I’ve been hard for hours and it’s beginning to take its toll. I make my way back to her with her sandwich, “are you not hungry?” she asks.

“No. I had an apple a little while ago,” I tell her and I notice her smirking at me. I almost ask her about it but decide against it when she offers me half her sandwich.

“I can share,” she says.

“Thank you,” I’m not hungry but I’d never refuse anything she offered me.

We eat quietly and when we’re finished I place her plate in the sink. I need to get her out of this apartment, if we’re not going to have sex today. I should have thought this through better. “Andrew,” she sounds uncertain as I turn to face her.

“Yeah Clara?”

She’s smiling shyly, “I’m trying really hard not to ask you to fuck me because you haven’t even taken me out on a date or anything...” her words are blunt and forward and they go straight to my dick.

“Princess what do you want?” I ask her; “do you want us to go out somewhere public? Ease the temptation? Or do you want me to fuck you?”

“Can I say both?”

I chuckle, “yeah you can... you deserve flowers... you deserve a date... dates... I should woo you. It’s what you deserve but right now I want to scoop you up and carry your perfect arse into my bedroom and fuck you until we’ve both had our fill, even if that means not stopping until we go to work Monday morning.”

She’s laughing again. I take a breath, “so which do you choose? Do you want flowers and dates and wooing or do you want me to fuck you?”

“Tomorrow, you promise you’ll woo me?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll woo you every day of my life if you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” she says.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” she’s smirking, “pick up my perfect arse and fuck me into next week.”

I laugh because that’s exactly what I plan to do. I pull her up and drag her down the corridor and into my bedroom. I close the door behind her and just take in the sight of her stood there in front of me. She’s wearing my shirt and my boxers and if I wasn’t already hard the sight of her hear in my clothes would be enough. I consider jumping her but I want this to last. I need it to last. This is the moment I’ve been imagining every time I’ve brought myself off since I was a teenage boy. Her fingers are on the shirt she is wearing. She undoes the top button before hesitating. Her eyes are on me, watching my reaction. I’m barely breathing. I pull my t-shirt over my head as quickly as I can. I don’t want to miss a thing and even a second of blindness as my shirt covers my eyes is too much.

She’s onto the second button, then the third. She pushes her hand under the fabric and rolls her breast in her palm and I almost groan in agony. She’s killing me but I’m so focused on the sight of her that I can’t move and I definitely can’t interrupt. “I want you,” she tells me and that’s all the encouragement I need to pounce. I stride across the space between us and my mouth is on hers within seconds. She moans into my mouth. She’s working the buttons of the shirt until it’s completely open. I smirk at her, “you’re beautiful.”

She smiles back at me before I lean my head down and suck on her left nipple. I bite it gently causing her to moan. Her hands are on my sweatpants. She’s pushing them down until they are around my knees. She surprises me when she uses her foot to dislodge them further pushing them down to the floor. I step out of them and pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and wraps her arms around my shoulders so that she’s enclosed my head inside them. She kisses me then and I lie her down on the bed, hovering over her.

She’s a sight to behold, lying there in my open shirt and a pair of my boxers. Her hand is underneath their band, rubbing her sex gently as she waits for me. I lean across to my bedside cabinet, pulling out a condom. I pull myself onto my knees between her open legs and pull down my boxers and roll the condom onto my throbbing cock. “You’re sure you don’t want me to woo you first?” I ask her with a teasing wink.

“I think I’ll live without the flowers,” she grins, “so long as I get tulips tomorrow.”

“Tulips huh?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she nods as her eyes take in every detail of my body, “my favourites.”

“I’ll remember that,” I mutter into her ear, “I’ll buy you them every day.”

I pull down the boxers she’s wearing and pull her hand away from her sex. I look at her face and I love the fact she’s completely unembarrassed. I bring her hand to my mouth and suck on the fingers that moments ago were inside her wet sex. “Fuck you taste good.”

I lock our fingers together before licking her clit, “I was just going to fuck you... and save this for later. I didn’t think I would be able to wait but one taste just won’t be enough.”

I bring her to orgasm with my mouth, delving my tongue deep inside her as I rub her clit with my thumb. When I feel her walls begin to spasm around my tongue I pull away but replace my tongue with my hard, throbbing dick. I enter her quickly and she takes me straight to the hilt with a moan of ecstasy. The orgasm has her writhing and convulsing on the bed sheets beneath me. I begin to move inside her before she comes down from her high. Even though I want this to last, I can’t take it slow. It would be torture. The sound of the bed banging against the walls keeps me focused as I try to make this last as long as I can. She’s grasping at me, tearing up my back, digging in her nails. “Fuck,” she moans.

“Clara,” I groan out her name. My thighs are working overtime as I pull out and push into her over and over again, relishing the feel of her sex against my dick. The feel of her tits against my hard chest. “Your bloody perfect princess.”

She’s close again. Her back arches off the bed and she meets me thrust for thrust. I lean down and kiss along her jaw, her neck, collar before biting down on her breast. She’s going to have love bites and I should feel bad but I don’t. This is what I’ve always wanted. I’ve always wanted to call her mine; to claim her in the most primitive ways that a man can claim a woman, “you’re mine,” I tell her and for once I don’t worry that she’ll argue back.

“I’m yours,” she moans, “Andrew... Andrew, I’m all yours.”

This might be the best day of my bloody life. The feel of her skin next to mine is enough to keep my dick in a half hard state. Her leg is wrapped across my waist and her hand is drawing patterns on my chest. Her head resting on my shoulder and she’s breathing so softly, I’m certain she’s asleep. I’ve fucked more women than I can count but none of them could compare to Clara. I’m just lying here looking up at the ceiling wondering how I got so lucky. My phone buzzes from where it is in the pocket of my joggers. It’s probably Landon. I should get up so that I can respond to the text message but I don’t want to disturb her. “You can get it you know,” she whispers gently.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Not quite,” she stretches before pulling away from me.

“Where are you going?” I ask her, not hiding my irritation.

“Getting your phone,” She leans down over the end of the bed, sticking her perfect arse in the air. I lie back and enjoy the view. She shakes her head at me when she rights herself and notices my smirk, “pervert.”

“You just have a very fine arse,” I tell her.

“I was going to give you your phone but I don’t think I will now.”

“That’s okay. I don’t want it. I just want you to turn back around so I can stare at your bottom all day.”

“Bottom?” she’s giggling now.

“Your pert little butt, your derriere, your rear end... whatever you want to call it. It’s quite a sight you know.”

“Is that right?” she’s still giggling and it’s such an amazing sound. I still love the huffy, irritated sounds I usually get from her but I think I might have to get her to giggle more often.

“Oh princess you have no idea.” I sigh, “right hand it over.”

“You want me to give you my arse?” she asks with a teasing smirk.

“Every day,” I grin, “but I was actually thinking about my phone.”

She laughs, “shame. I was hoping you’d fuck me again.”

“Tease,” I grumble.

“I guess I’ll have to go get myself off in the shower whilst you check your phone.”

My jaw drops at her words. “Fuck. Clara Delos did you really just say that?”

“Yes,” she looks serious, “and I meant it.”

“You meant it?” my eyes are wide and my cock is standing at full mast.

“Yup...” she goes to get out of the bed but I grab her back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I growl.

She’s laughing again, “it’s okay Andrew. You can check your phone before you fuck me again.” She climbs out of bed, turning to face me, completely unabashed by her nakedness, “I’m going to get a glass of water. Do you want anything?”

“No, thank you,” I say politely, even though I know I’m probably pouting. She winks at me before turning away from me and walking out of my bedroom completely naked. I watch as she disappears around the corner, my gaze focused on her perfect arse.

“You are such a bloody tease Clara Delos!” I call after her. It takes me a second to remember that I’m supposed to be checking my phone. There are several text messages from Landon but none of them are work related so I’m not worried. I pull on my joggers and get out of bed as I dial his number, “hey Landon.”

“Hey, you hung up so quickly I thought something had happened.”

“It did,” I’m grinning a smug smile that would get me in trouble if Clara saw it.

“What happened?” he asks.

“Clara Delos happened.”

“You fucked her?”

“He fucked her?” I hear in the background. Clearly both Landon and Aurora are interested in the outcome of my sex life.

“That would be telling,” I walk out of my room and walk into the living room, just in time to watch Clara dance around my kitchen singing to herself “Let’s just say, I’ve had the perfect day.”

Clara turns to look at me. Her radiant smile takes my breath away. “I’m going to have to go Landon.”

“Have fun,” I can hear the mirth in Landon’s voice but I choose to ignore it.

“I plan to,” I say before hanging up.

“You got dressed,” she’s pouting.

“Hardly,” I grin, “I think you promised me a shower...”

“Are you planning on watching?” she smirks as she approaches me.

“I’d like to do more than watch,” I tell her honestly.

“Really,” she puts her hand down the front of my joggers and pulls out my cock. “Are you sure you want to do more than watch?” she asks as she starts tugging on my dick.

“Positive,” I hiss. Fuck her touch feels so good.

“Good because I was hoping you’d fuck me against the wall of your shower,” she says matter of factly.

“Is that right?”

“Yup,” she licks her lip and I can imagine her lips locked around my prick.

“Clara, you’ll be the death of me.”

We spend the majority of the weekend in my bed but I didn’t break my promise. First thing Sunday morning there was a delivery of multicoloured tulips. That had earned me a kiss. We’d had dinner together; although it was technically takeout and we ate it with chopsticks, in bed, watching the TV. We’ve spent the last hour and a half looking for an apartment for Maya. “You really are a very sweet brother,” she’s teasing me.

“I just want her safe.”

“I told you you were cute,” she’s adamant, “you know there might be something in my building. There’s usually at least one apartment free.”

“Where do you live?” I ask, suddenly wondering if I should be worried about where Clara lives too.

“South Ken; SW7,” she tells me matter-of-factly. As much as a South Kensington postcode would be perfect for Maya. I don’t really want her living in the same building as Clara. I  don’t want my comings and goings to become family gossip. “There’s a three bed in SW5, on Old Brompton Road.”

“That might be worth a look,” I smile at her. “It’s not quite Kensington but it’s still a decent area.”

“And it’s slightly cheaper,” she points out. “What are we going to tell your sister?”

“Er... what do you want to tell her?”

“She’s your sister. I think it’s really your decision.”

“Okay but I value your opinion.”

“I told her nothing would happen between us,” she tells me, “I don’t want her to think I’m a liar. It would undermine me professionally but more than that I’d like your sister to like me, so I think we should tell her the truth. I’d hate for her to just find out; like if she walked in on us again.”