Fan Fiction by VTW


The rain pelted against the window relentlessly, and ran in sheets down the glass. Faint flashes of thunder illuminated the darkened room like a strobe. Todd awakened with a jerk. He glanced at his watch. It was after six in the evening. He was totally amazed. He'd slept a solid nine hours! He could not remember when he slept so long and peacefully. He felt unfamiliar warmth on his chest. He looked down and smiled softly. Clarice had her head snuggled against him. Her hand was resting innocently on his lower belly. He basked in the intimacy of it.

Christ, she was lovely. He smoothed her hair back from her forehead with infinite care. He wanted to look his fill. He ran his fingers over her eyelashes, grinning when she made a tiny wrinkle with her nose. Her traced the shape of her lips, gently placing his finger between them.

She fluttered her eyes and slowly came awake. Her body stretched and she looked up at him groggily. She smiled sweetly and sighed his name. "Thomas."

His heart skipped a couple of beats. She was gazing at him like he was the only man on earth for her. "Hi," he whispered. He looked at her as she rotated her neck. "Come here," he commanded with gentle concern. He made room for her on the couch. "Your poor neck, does it hurt?" He asked softly.

Clarice gratefully slid down next to him. It was warm from his body heat. She resisted the urge to squirm and burrow her body into the soft leather. She had her back to him. "Yes, a little," she said breathlessly. "I guess I fell asleep on it wrong."

He swept her hair from her neck and began rubbing it with slow circular motions. "That feel better, baby?" He whispered in her ear.

She began to tremble. A low vibration that radiated from the inside out. She couldn't even speak. She nodded her head as a little moan escaped her.

Todd continued to rub her neck, more relaxed and content than he'd ever been in his life. This was it, he thought. This was the real thing.


He felt no fear, no apprehension, and no self-loathing. There weren't any worries of how he'd measure up as a man.

Of how he'd measure up as a lover.

She was trembling with longing. He knew it, he could feel it. I am making her feel this way, he thought in wonder. He wanted this to be the most beautiful experience of her life.

He knew with a certainty that she was his future. Whatever happened, this time there was no way he'd ever let love go. He'd been given a second chance at life and would spend the rest of their lives making her happy.

Pete turned her around so that they were face to face. "I want you, Clarice," he breathed soulfully. "I'm not good with words, I never was. But please, please, let me show you how desirable I think you are." He lowered his head to kiss the side of her neck, sucking lightly where her pulse beat like a small drum. He lifted his head and looked at her intensely. His eyes were golden and mesmerizing. "Of how erotic and sexy you are to me. And how you excite me." He was breathing rapidly. Slow… slow it down. Don't scare her.

"Yes," she sighed. Her breath sounded like a breeze.

In one smooth move he rose from the couch, then bent down to lift her effortlessly. "I want you in my bed," he said roughly.

He walked into his bedroom and slowly released her. Their bodies touched as she slid down him. He laced his fingers through her hair and kissed her. It was a deep, soulful kiss. He slid his tongue lightly against hers and drew it in, softly sucking. He bit gently on her lower lip and pulled it through his teeth. His heart was racing in his chest. He released her. Pete turned and sat down on a chair in the bedroom.

"Take your clothes off for me, Clarice. I want the privilege of watching you undress. Will you do that?" He asked in soft, sexy whisper.

Clarice felt all the blood rush to her head in one fell swoop. This was, without a doubt, the single most erotic experience of her life. She was suddenly shy and nervous. She bit her trembling lip. "I want to," she breathed. "I… I… just don't want to disappoint you." She laughed slightly as a tear slipped down her face.

He shook his head. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me? You won't disappoint me, I promise you that." He said it like an oath.

He leaned back with his hands stacked behind his head and gazed at her with such sexuality that Clarice blushed from her head down to her toes. His legs were spread apart, beautifully and arrogantly male. "I'm waiting," he purred.

Grasping her courage she began. She slowly unbuttoned her sweater, exposing soft white skin little by little. She pulled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She went to remove her bra but he forestalled her.

"Not yet, baby. Take your jeans off," he commanded in a sultry voice. His eyes shimmered with gold and green lights.

She swallowed. She was so close to orgasm she didn't know how she could control herself. She unsnapped her jeans and slowly tugged the zipper down. The metallic sound was the only thing heard in the silent room. She slipped them off her feet and stood clad on in her white silk panties and lacy bra.

Todd's eyes burned into hers. With feline grace, he rose and walked to her. He kissed the hollow of her throat with his open mouth. "Now, the privilege will be all mine."

He turned her around so that her back was to him. From this vantagepoint, Clarice could see the both of them in the full-length mirror across the room. Her eyes connected with his in the reflection.

Pete smiled, understanding her unspoken question. "Yes. I want you to watch me," he whispered in a low, hoarse voice.

Clarice shuddered delicately with desire.

He unhooked the front of the bra slowly and let it fall to the floor. Her lightly brushed the tips of his fingers over breasts until her nipples were hard, tight buds. She moaned a little and leaned her body into his.

He kept the light contact going until she was shaking violently. "Shh… it's okay, angel. Be patient…"

He glided his palms down her stomach and brushed them across the front panel of her panties. Brushed her once, then again with his long, sensitive fingers. She arched her throat. "Please…" she begged.

Pete hooked his thumbs inside the elastic and pulled them off. He didn't know how much longer he could stand this sweet agony. He turned her around and simply gazed at her loveliness. "Clarice," he breathed in awe.

He didn't deserve her. She was beyond anything he could have hoped or wished for. From this point on, he was going to do everything in his power to be the kind of man worthy of her. He slowly knelt in front her. He ran his hands up her legs and around her bottom. He leaned forward and kissed her. He looked up and smiled. "Just like I imagined," he breathed.

He opened his mouth and softly and wetly slid his tongue over her pelvis and up her belly.

Clarice was barely able to stand. "Thomas, ohh…please," she moaned.

He rose slowly and swung her up in his arms kissing her deeply. He gently deposited her on his bed. Without taking his eyes off her, Todd rapidly took his clothes off. He slid the pants down his legs, and kicked them off. He yanked the silk shirt over his head.

He stood over her in nothing but a pair black cotton briefs. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. Every woman he ever had a sexual experience with, flashed before him. None of them ever turned out the way he wanted. It seemed that they all had ulterior motives. Always wanting something from him, except his love. In school it was his popularity. In recent years it was his money and power. The hurt, anger and betrayal cut so deep. So deep, that he couldn't trust or love or feel.

But not this time.

She was lovely and trusting, and pure of heart. And he wanted her. He slowly pulled down the briefs, until he was naked before her.

He stood tall and proud, flexing his arms slightly. He stared down at her clear-eyed. "I just want you to know Clarice, I'll never be able to let you go. Do you understand that?"

She gazed up at him. He was exquisite. Lean, tall, and muscled. Beautifully sculpted and proportioned. His sex was heavy, and full, and ohhh…. So desirable.

She loved him, for always and forever. "Yes," she whispered like a vow.

He smiled and ran his hands through his hair. Pete lowered himself down next to her, and ran his hand lightly down her body. He began the dance again, kissing her deeply and passionately. He leaned down and ran his tongue over her pale, pink nipples then, drawing the whole bud in his mouth, began gently sucking. He glided his other hand down past her stomach and in between her thighs. He gently parted her and began to slowly, rhythmically circle that tiny sensitive hood of flesh. He ran his tongue over her nipple, matching the same delicious cadence.

Clarice arched and sighed his name softly. She, never in her life, had a lover as passionate as he was. He was in total control of her, and was guiding her body to higher and higher levels of physical fulfillment. She didn't know how much more she could take. She began making sexy little noises in the back of her throat. She was so close…. So close.

Todd looked up and smiled at her. "It's okay baby, you've been so sweet, so patient, you'll get there, I promise," he whispered. He blazed a trail of moist open-mouthed kisses down the middle of her stomach. He blew gently on the silky, lush delta between her legs. He dipped his tongue into her and began the same erotic, maddeningly slow little circles.

Clarice clutched the pillow. She was about to explode into a thousand glittering pieces. She moaned frantically. "Ohhh, please, Thomas, please." She arched her hips up helplessly.

Pete smiled slightly. She was ready. He stretched out on top of her until they were laying heartbeat to heartbeat. He stared deep into her eyes. "I want you to say the words to me," he rasped passionately.

Clarice had tears in her eyes. "I want you inside me Thomas," she breathed erotically.

Pete shut his eyes tightly and pressed his forehead into hers. How he loved her.

He parted her legs with his knee and poised above her, staring intensely at her beautiful face as entered her with one smooth thrust. With a trembling intake of breath he sighed. "Ohhh, sweetheart. You feel so good…so good. Please…don't let it stop…don't let it ever stop."

Clarice wrapped her legs around him and kissed him with all the love and passion she had in her. They fell into the rhythm as old as Adam and Eve. Each of them complimented the other. She ran her hands through his lovely hair, glorying in the feel of its silky texture. She pressed her mouth on the hollow of his throat and kissed him. Her breathing was out of control as she felt the pressure build and start to spill over.

"Yes, baby," Todd, chanted erotically. "Come. I want to watch you come." He held her head steady. He watched in wonder, she was so incredibly lovely. He bit his lip and forced himself to stay still inside her, but it was too much, he began moving and he moaned deeply. He came in a series of long shuddering spasms.

He rolled over so that she was on top of him. They gazed at each other spellbound. Each of them touched the other's face in childlike wonder. Pete softly nipped at her finger as she traced his mouth. "Clarice, I want you to know that it's never been like this with any other woman, ever."

Her hands gently smoothed the hair away from his face. "Oh Thomas, I…it's…I'll never forget this night, not for as long as I live," she whispered with tears in her eyes. "As far as I'm concerned, this is the first time, here with you. I love you. I always will."

Todd reached up and kissed her soulfully, that kiss told her in action, what he still could not yet say.

She smiled and said a little wickedly. "Now my beautiful one," she paused to delicately lick the cinnamon colored disk of his nipple. She ran her tongue down the glossy line of hair on his flat stomach, and on down to the most tantalizing part of him. "I intend to repay you kiss for kiss, lick for lick…." And so the dance began again…

To be continued…

Peace and Love,


Chapter 11

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