Corinna Clementine
My brain stop sworking, and I think my lungs do to, am I even alive right now? Is this real? Did Bret Bentley just kill me with a single kiss? It's probably only a split second, but it feels like I freeze for several moments, before my mouth returns the kiss, my lips pushing back against his, his hand lightly pressed against my neck, his thumb directing my mouth , tipping it upward slightly, by his thumb on my jaw. Oh jesus, oh sweet fucking jesus, I'm kissing Bret Bentley in the backseat of his car.
This is really happening, and my heart is beating a billion times a minute as his soft lips kiss move over mine, and he pulls them back, exhaling, his forehead against mine. He's stopping, oh god he's stopping, he's going to tell me this is mistake, and I'm going to be so fucking embarrassed, and so....Oh god, he's not stopping.
His lips push back against mine and I whimper softly with relief, his hand sliding further up my neck, slipping to the side of my face as his other lifts and does the same, capturing my face gently in both hands as this man kisses me like we're in one of his movies. The way he gently directs my head, pivoting his own head, angling it, slanting his mouth as he kisses me over and over with soft presses of his lips.
"don't make that noise" he exhales harshly. "God, don't make that fucking noise Clementine" he groans softly as he kisses me again, and I'm not even really regestering anything he's saying, I can't even really hear him over the blood thumping in my ears as my entire body is wrecked with chaos that has me fucking trembling. My breath is shaky, and my mouth parts, as his mouth slips to the side of my lips, and I let out a shaky breath, another soft whimper following as his hands touch my face so fucking gently I could cry. This was NOT what I expected to happen when agreeing to go to dinner with him. Oh god...did he think this is what I wanted? That I was just some girl trying to get into his pants? I'd heard stories of girls that would do anything and everything to get a role in any movie. Seduction. Blackmail. You name it. Did he think I wanted something from him ? Don't be an idiot Corinna, you can't act, you can't even tell a little white lie without breaking out in a rash. But he doesnt know that, what if he thinks that's why I wanted the job as his assistant, to worm my way into his good graces and take advantage of him? He kissed YOU Corinna. He called you charming. I whimper as he kisses me again, his lips pressing to mine, his tongue, sweeping over my lips as I part them.
"I need you to quit making that noise Buttercup" he groans on my mouth, his tongue pushing further and mine meeting his halfway as I let out a tiny cry. Did he just..call me...Buttercup?
"Fuck" he groans and then his hand is sliding down my neck and I gasp as his fingers lightly brush my collar bone, and down over the top of my chest, they graze right over one of my breasts, and I push my thighs push together as I squirm in my seat.
He just called me Buttercup, and i'm swooning, and my ovaries are currently writing him a formal invitation to fucking fertilize the next egg they drop.
"this god damn dress" he mutters, breathing hard as he looks down, and his hand has already trailed over my breast, over my torso and is now on my thigh , sliding down the knee length skirt of the dress. His fingers curling around the hem, sliding it up to bare my knee, and placing his hand on the outside of my leg and he grips my lower upper thigh and I let out a tiny moan at the firm grip he has on my thigh.
"I'm having a hard time being a gentleman right now Buttercup" he whispers on my mouth and kisses me again and then his mouth is moving, along my jaw and my head tilts as I exhale, his hand sliding higher on the outside of my thigh, slipping under my dress, higher and higher as I feel every single thing he does to me. The touch of his hand, the breath from his mouth pushing over my ear and my neck, his lips brushing the shell of my ear just barely and making my eyes flutter.
"Spread your legs for me sweetheart" he whispers. "and i'll take care of what those little whimpers of yours are telling me you need."
My knees fall aparts, my heels pushing over the floor of the car as he groans in my ear, his hand sliding over the top of my thigh and my ass scoots forward, and my legs spread even further and he hums, trailing the back of his knuckles along my inner thigh, making my core clench and ache as his hand slides toward my knee, then back up.
"You...are so soft" he whispers to me and I whimper and he groans, and kisses below my ear. His knuckle grazing my panties and I let out a truly pathetic sound. That barely there touch has me reaching for his face, and turning my head and taking his mouth back.
His hand cups my pussy, his palm over my panties and he rubs the heel of his palm against where my clit is and my hips lift in reaction as I part my mouth, gasping against his. My legs shaking and my feet pushing my heels to the floor of the car as I start to grind against his palm, my hips rolling and I bite my lip, whimpering as I look down to where the arguably most famous man in the world has his hand up my fucking dress, rubbing my pussy.
"Kiss me while I touch you" he says quietly, but it's firm, it's not a request. I gladly listen, turning my eyes to him instead of the way his hand is moving under my dress, my eyes on his ,and I close my eyes, kissing him, moaning against his mouth as he keeps pushing the heel of his palm against me.
The car stops and I'm panting, my hand grabbing his suit jacket, fisting it hard as I whimper against his mouth, my hips pushing upward greedily, over and over as I chase the orgasm that's building inside of me.
His hands slips slightly and then his fingers are pushing where the heel of his hand was,the pressure more concentrated as his fingers push over my clit through the fabric of my panties.
"Lift your dress up, watch me touch you Buttercup" he whispers and I shiver, my hand grabbing the hem of my dress and I whimper as his mouth kisses mine, and then his mouth retreats, going back to my ear. His whispers against it as I look down, watching him rub me through my panties.
"I could spend the rest of my life...content..just to rub your clit through your panties...i've been dying to touch you Clementine...you're the softest...sweetest thing....you make it hard to focus.....you make it hard to think about anything else but what's under your pretty dresses....you make it so hard ....you make ME hard buttercup...and I know I shouldnt be rubbing your soft pussy, through your soft pussy, listening to those soft little cries from those soft fucking lips....so damn soft..." he groans and I gasp, feeling it coming as he groans in my ear.
"I want your mouth on mine when you cum Buttercup" he tells me and I feel my legs shake, feel the apex of this fucking dream ready to explode through me and I grab his face, and slip my hand into his hair, letting out a cry against his mouth as I cum. He groans, kissing me as I can't help but throw my head back and he shifts, his mouth following mine with a groan that vibrates through me and his fingers push me through my orgasm, his mouth kissing the side of mine as I gasp, cumming, legs shaking and then snapping shut and he groans, my heart racing as the orgasm goes by too fucking quickly, leaving me sinking into the seat, my limbs going from locked up and shaky, to just fucking jello and shaky, twitching slightly as his hand slips down, he cups my pussy again and then kisses my mouth with a groan.
"oh my god" I breathe quietly, panting softly as he groans and then slips his hands from between my legs, over my leg, and along my other thigh, he kisses my jaw, along to my ear and below it.
"wow" I say , barely audible, blinking to myself as he groans quietly against my ear and neck.
"I'd like to take you to dinner now Clementine.... if I haven't scared you off by not being able to keep my hands to myself" he says and slides his hand out from under my dress and the feeling of my wet pussy behind my panties, is obscene, I've never been so wet in my entire life.
"Would you like to still have dinner with me?" he asks and I nod.
"you...give..good apologies" I exhale.
The sound of his laugh has me smiling and I turn my head, still breathing hard as he smiles at me.
"That wasn't an apology...that was complete and utter selfishness and me being a man who couldnt go another second without his mouth on yours, or his hands on your body" he groans and then slides his hand to my waist, and slides it up and over my breast, this time there's no light grazing. Bret Bentley grabs my breast through my dress.
"I...don't mind you being selfish" I breathe and he groans.
"No?" he cocks a brow and then massages my breast, and then slides his hand up my chest to my neck and behind it as I shake my head.
"Careful with what you say....because you make me want to be an incredibly selfish man Corinna." he says and I swallow, licking my lips.
"You always call me Clementine" I say, my heart rate seeming to calm enough to allow me to speak normally.
He nods.
"Does it bother you?" he asks, with a slightly tip of his head to the side.
I shake my head softly. "No"
"Corinna...Clementine....Buttercup" he smirks softly. "I call you lots of things, and most of them I keep to myself."
I bite my lower lip.
"Like what?" I exhale, my eyes searching his and he grins slightly and then kisses me.
"I'll tell you later, after dinner, when you come back home with me." he says. It's a statement, but his eyes are making it a question, he's giving me an offer...to come back to his home...not go home like I normally would.
"I...for the night?" I ask.
"Yes." he nods.
"I dont have clothes." I say , blinking, suddenly nervous, just like I was before our little makeout session.
"You dont need them." he says and my breath hitches.
"Let me be clear Clementine....I want to take you to dinner...then take you home...and be inside of you until the sun comes up." he says and my breath escapes me in a loud whoosh of air.
"oh" I say and he smiles , the corner of his mouth turning up.
"You don't have to decide right now. Let's go eat Corinna." he says and I nod, swallowing hard.
"okay." I say softly.