I undid the buckle of my belt and quickly got rid of my clothing, not entirely oblivious to the way Hel was watching me, and the hunger in her gaze. If there was any doubt that she wanted me, this would have chased it away.
"You're beautiful," I whispered as I stepped closer to her.
"As are you." She reached out to touch my face, drawing me to her and pressing her lips against mine.
Her fingers trailed over the bare skin of my waist and I felt the desire rise even more. When she pulled away, I let out a groan of disappointment, but got a chuckle in response.
"We're only just getting started, Clara," she said, spinning me around and gently pushing on my shoulders until I sat down on the bed. She leaned closer and kissed me again until I was lying down with her on top of me.
Her leg landed between mine, her thigh rubbing against my core and making me moan in response. The pressure was intense, and I was worried about how she'd respond when she discovered how turned on I already was, especially when we'd barely gotten started.
She pulled away from our kiss, but only so that she could trail her lips down my neck while her fingers followed their own path across my breasts.
An involuntary cry slipped from me as she got to my nipples, the pleasure spiking through me in response. She repeated the motion, getting more murmurs from me.
"Are you this responsive everywhere?" she asked, her words vibrating through me.
"Sometimes," I managed to get out through laboured breathing.
"Shall we find out?" The bed dipped as she removed her leg from between mine, and anticipation started growing within me in response.
She gave my nipple a final tweak before moving her hand further down my body. I sucked in a breath as she passed my stomach, the skin so sensitive that it was impossible to ignore the sensations it was giving off.
I wasn't even sure what to call the noise I made when her fingers brushed against my entrance, and even through my haze, I didn't miss the satisfied smile on her face in response to what she found. She teased me a few times by drawing her fingers back and forth before pressing them against my most sensitive spot.
I let out a groan and tipped my head back, no longer able to feel any particular part of my body and just feeling sensation in response to her touch.
Desire coiled within me, growing tighter and tighter with each of her movements. I grabbed hold of her shoulder, unsure what exactly I wanted her to do other than more of her touches.
"I'm..." I don't get more words than that out before the pleasure crashes through me, taking over every part of my body and mind.
It turned out that Hel was right. She could chase away thoughts of Clemmy, and there was a part of me that was disappointed that this couldn't be more than that, but I knew it had to be.
Chapter 5
CLARA
The soft light of morning broke through the window, and I rolled over in bed to discover that I was alone, which was a little disappointing, but not a huge surprise. Hel had said that this was something that would just be for the night, and I knew better than to try and convince her otherwise, even if it would be good to get more attention from her talented fingers.
Reluctantly, I got out of bed, surprised to find a note on the side table with my name on it. I flipped it open and found instructions printed in neat handwriting to either put on a robe and come to the kitchen, or sneak out, whichever was my choice.
There was a part of me that was too intrigued about what she might be doing in the kitchen to sneak out, especially because my stomach was rumbling and I could definitely do with some food before I figured out how to get home.
I slipped on my underwear before putting on the robe, enjoying how warm and fluffy it felt against my skin. It was even better than the robes at fancy hotels, which was impressive considering that Hel probably didn't have a professional laundry service in her house.
With the sun illuminating the house, I was able to see more of it than I could last night, though that could also be down to the fact that I was no longer distracted by the prospect of sex. Not that I would say no if Hel suggested more, it had been good. Very good even, especially considering it was with a stranger.
Expensive-looking artwork lined the walls, and there wasn't a speck of dust anywhere. I hadn't given much thought to who Hel was last night, or what she might do for a living, but one look at this place screamed luxury.
The sounds of cooking sound from behind one of the doors and I made my way to it, assuming that it was the kitchen.
Hel turned as soon as I pushed open the door, smiling at me pleasantly. "Good morning."
"Morning." I took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of me. Her pale blue hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had a long shirt on that barely covered her. She was a vision.
And she was cooking.
"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I was making some lunch for later," Hel said. "But I have options for breakfast. There are some cardamom buns, or overnight oats. I think I still have a slice or two of Swedish cheese pie too."
