Heaven's Delight (Part II)

WARNING !!! : THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT.

'...I don't think you needed food for that,' he said.

'What do you mean?' She raised her head.

'Your personality made it to my heart first.'

She smiled and reached for his hand from across the table. 'Dessert?'

He nodded once. 'Yes, ma'am.'

She got up and walked towards the fridge and moments later, she returned with a small, pink ice-cream lunchbox and two glass dessert cups. It was a mixture of strawberry and vanilla.

Sineas licked his lips when she pulled the lid off of the container. 'And the night just keeps getting better and better,' he said.

She laughed and scooped the ice-cream with a large spoon into the two dessert cups. She placed spoons on top of the ice-cream. She clapped her hands. 'Shall we, Mr. Murphy?'

'Yes we shall, Miss Sherman.'

Soon after dessert, Clarissa led Sineas into the living room. She had dumped the dishes into the sink, saving them for later. She led him towards the couch and sat him down. The lights were dim. She could see that he looked a little nervous. She smiled down at him. 'Its okay, Sin. You can lie back on it if you want to.'

He looked fretfully around. 'Are you sure? I wouldn't want your parents to walk in and find the black kid they hate rubbing all of his colour on top of their couch.'

'Oh, my gosh, Sin, you're so paranoid.' She took hold of his ankles and spread his legs across the couch. She grinned down at him. 'Comfortable?'

He nodded quickly. 'Yeah…'

'Good.' She leaned down and placed her palms on top of his chest. She lowered her entire body until she was on top of him. She replaced her hands with her head. Her ear was just above his heart. She laughed, quietly. 'Someone sounds excited…or scared.' Her chin replaced her ear and she was now looking up at him. 'Which is it, Mr. Murphy?'

'Uh…What? I'm not scared,' he said, his trembling voice disagreeing with him. The soldier between his legs was now standing at attention as if waiting for the next instruction. He had thought she would be heavy but she was as light as a feather. But he dared not say anything. He had heard from somewhere that girls were very sensitive about their weight. He cleared his throat, hoping to add a little courage to his tone. 'I'm not scared of anything,' he said again. Her body, her entire fragile body pressed against his, plunged him into an adrenaline rush.

She giggled as she ran her forefinger from his lips, to his chin and down to his chest.

He let slip a sharp breath. He had enjoyed it.

'I wasn't completely honest with you,' she said.

'Honest about what?'

'About Justin. I didn't dump him…he dumped me.' She replaced her chin with her ear again.

Sineas could tell she was embarrassed even though he couldn't see her face. 'There's nothing to be ashamed of,' he said. 'It was his loss.'

She rested her chin on his chest again. Her mouth was undecided, hovering between a smile and a grin. She grabbed the remote control from the floor at the foot of the couch and she switched off the TV.

Sineas felt like his heart was ready to tear through his chest.

Clarissa drew her body upwards until she was now sitting on top of him, just below his waist. She placed her hands on top of his chest and began to move them up and down.

He could feel her hands through his t-shirt. He looked up at her. He did not want her to stop.

Her expression was a little sterner now. She began to sway the lower part of her body back and forth.

She did it so slowly and gently that Sineas could feel the soldier's skin peel back over and over again.

Clarissa did not stop for even a moment. She maintained her slow and graceful movements.

He felt a slight sting between his legs. It felt so good.

Her eyes interlocked with his. 'Comfortable?' she asked him, just above a whisper.

'Y…Yeah,' he responded with a matching tone.

As she continued swaying her body back and forth, she slid her right hand towards the button of his jeans. She unlocked it.

The soldier was fighting to breathe. Fighting to rip through the jeans.

Once the button had been unlocked, she slid her fingers underneath his t-shirt. She began to move her hands up and down his chest.

Sineas was lost in the sensation of her touch. All he could do was breathe.

After a two-minute rub, she placed her hands at the edges of the bottom of her sweater. She pulled it upwards, very slowly.

He felt a heart attack coming. They both looked magnificent, staring down at him from behind her snow-white bra.

Her lower body continued to sway beneath his waist, his jean button wide open. She took his hands and kissed each of them twice, ever so gently. She laid them on her breasts, eight of his fingers making contact with their skin, the thumbs propping up the base of the soft and tender flesh. She pressed his hands a little harder on them.

They were so soft!

'Comfortable?' she asked him.

He tried to speak…or even to mumble. He failed. He managed a nod.

She reached behind her back. Three seconds later, there was a soft snap and her bra fell right on top of Sineas' waist.

He could feel them fully now. The warmth, the sensitivity, the texture- it was so godly. He pressed them, he stroked them and fumbled them. Finally, he sat up and leaned in. He put one in his mouth. Only a quarter of it fit, but he did not mind. As if regressing back to infancy, he began to suck on it. The tip of his tongue stroked her nipple up and down.

She moaned, but briefly. She had enjoyed it.

Sineas lifted up his shirt and threw it onto the floor.

Clarissa grabbed her bra from his waist and did the same. She pulled out her hairpin and her luxurious brown hair bounced onto her shoulders in the most theatrical reveal.

He moved his lips towards her mouth.

She stopped him with a finger on his lips. 'Have you ever kissed anyone before?' she asked in that secretive yet inviting whisper, drawing her hair back from her face.

His breathing was rapid and heavy. He tried to lower it. He said, 'I kissed you, remember? In the park?'

'No, I mean kiss as in- a real kiss.'

'Uh…'

She laughed, softly. 'I'll take that as a no. Okay...kissing is easy, Sin. You'll only take one moment to learn it and only an instant to master it. Close your eyes and think of…' she turned her eyes upwards reminiscently, '…Picture my tongue, and my lips. Picture them as a mango. The ripest, juiciest and sweetest mango you've ever eaten. This mango only grows in your backyard once every three years. You just want to eat it up and finish it right there and then, but…if you do, you'll have to wait for another three years before you can taste its sweetness again. So…' she pecked him on the lips, '…you've got no choice but to savor it…' she pecked him again, 'take your time with it..,' she leaned in for another peck.

He slid his tongue inside her mouth. He began to devour the mango. There were gentle clicks between their lips at first but they slowly began to fade. She was right. It was like eating a mango. The smoothness was delightful. He loved the twists and turns, the sudden locks, then the slide. He could do this forever.

'There you go,' she said as their lips continued to interlock. She swung her legs to the side of the couch and skilfully pulled off her leggings.

Sineas followed her lead.

After about one-and-a-half minutes of kissing, Clarissa leaned back.

Sineas was now only wearing his trunks. There was a great bulge between his legs. The soldier was ready…and impatient. Clarissa was now only wearing her white panties. Sineas thought they perfected her curves.

'You know where the target is, right?' she asked, momentarily turning her eyes to her panties.

'The what?'

She took his index finger and traced it down slowly from her bellybutton all the way down into her panties. Suddenly, his finger plunged in.

She smiled, slightly. 'That's the target,' she said.

Sineas did not know what to do next. He just allowed it to stay in there a little longer whilst she stroked his forearm. The temperature in there was warm. Very warm. He finally pulled it out. His finger had accumulated moisture.

She stretched her legs beside him. Pushing her waist up, she slid the panties off of her body. She sat up and pushed him back gently. He fell back into the couch. She reached for his trunks and pulled them off.

The soldier immediately burst forth and stood at attention. Sineas felt her caress the soldier once… twice… thrice, then she stopped.

She grabbed it again and after two failed attempts, the soldier hit the target.

Third time's the charm, thought Sineas. As it glided in, he could feel the skin peel back.

The soldier's bare head had now been exposed to a whole new world. It felt like a cold shower in the Sahara desert….several, sweet breath mints draped on a parched tongue…like a great honey-like sweetness, but the kind only your body could feel…like…He gave up trying to find a comparison for it. The feeling definitely had no equal. He felt her. She felt him.

Clarissa was skillful in her movements, her lower body gently swaying back and forth and up and down.

The soldier's bare head began to burn. It burned and stung at the same time. Sineas tried hard to suppress his groans and moans, but after a ten-second effort, he gave up trying.

Clarissa moaned too as though she had been waiting for him to crack first. At times she would let it slide in deep enough or too deep and she would pause, her eyes towards the ceiling and her eyes rolled back. But she continued. She would increase her pace, lower it to moderate, bring it down to slow then with a sudden rapidity, increase it tenfold.

Sineas' eyes swelled up with tears. He did not want this experience to end. He prayed it didn't end. He looked up at her. She looked as elegant as ever. He could see all of her: From her firm, round breasts to her tender curves down to her sweet, sweet forbidden fruit. He placed his hands on her breasts again. He could feel countless droplets of sweat. He rubbed the sweat all over her breasts, escalating their smooth texture. He loved it. He moved his hands to the bigger mounds behind her. His hands stayed there, massaging them sideways and up and down.

She began to moan even louder.

He reciprocated.

As if in response to his touch, she increased her speed.

He could now hear a continuous soft and wet click where the soldier met the forbidden fruit.

She increased her speed even more and she moaned even louder. She whimpered…she yelped…she cried.

Sineas closed his eyes and prayed it would never end. He prayed the divine experience would last forever...