Clarissa's fingers worked my belt open with unhurried precision, the soft metallic click loud in the quiet room. She drew the leather free in one smooth pull, then popped the button of my trousers and eased the zipper down tooth by tooth. The heat of her palms brushed against me through the fabric of my underwear, and I sucked in a sharp breath that made her smile.
She looked up at me through her lashes, green eyes dark with intent.
"Lie back properly," she murmured, voice low and rich. "I want to explore every inch of you this time."
I obeyed, settling deeper against the pillows as she tugged my trousers and underwear down together. My cock sprang free, already hard and heavy against my stomach, the tip glistening. Clarissa's gaze lingered on it for a long moment, a slow, appreciative smile curving her lips. Then she crawled up my body with deliberate grace, white hair cascading over one shoulder like silk, and began her own thorough journey.
She started at my throat.
