After a few minutes, she seemed to be satisfied and moved up the bed to lie back down next to me, placing kisses all the way up my body. She all but collapsed on me before cuddling in close, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my head into her warm bosom. As we lay there, she stroked the back of my head and whispered declarations of love to me, occasionally kissing the top of my head.
I have no idea how, but this position was almost better than the sex I just had with my mother.
I woke up the next morning at 4:20 AM, with Claire sleeping soundly next to me. In my sleep, I had rolled onto my right side and was spooning her. My left hand had gripped her right breast, holding her body close to mine. Despite what I kept telling myself, I knew I could have just stayed like this for hours and enjoyed the closeness I had missed out on for so long. It was more than just closeness, though, since my hard cock was firmly nested in between her legs. I would have expected to wake up with my cock planted in between her butt cheeks, like it had happened whenever I woke up cuddled up to Tess.
I suspected Claire had a helping hand in this, because the crotch of her panties was once again, or still, pushed to the side. My cock was pressing into her bare and wet pussy, as her slow breathing caused her hips to rub along my shaft in the most minute movements. When I moved my hips back to remove myself, to the point where the tip of my dick was perfectly lined up with her opening, the feeling was so intense I had to use every ounce of willpower to not thrust forward, impaling her on my cock and invading her most inner parts while she sleeps. She did, after all, claim to never deny me anything anymore. And either she was awake and horny, or asleep with a naughty dream, because she certainly felt wet enough to accept me.
However, just as I was entertaining that idea, I felt the pain radiating throughout my entire torso. I finally understood why I was hurting so much in the morning after my ‘Tess’ dream.
When people orgasm, their stomach muscles will at least tense up. If it’s a strong orgasm, like the one I had last night, the stomach muscles can even spasm a little. And if either of that happens while a few of your muscle strands were cut and had to be sewn back together, it will fucking hurt! No more sex, or at least no more straddling, for at least a week, I decided.
I carefully got out of the bed without disturbing Claire’s sleep, took two ibuprofen, and put on some sweatpants. Then I walked to my desk. I pressed the button to start the computer, placed a cup into my coffee maker, and took the next capsule out of the mix package. A ‘Choco Cappuccino’. Then I started working on my main-task again. I was trying to figure out how they laundered their money.
I got into the owner’s phone the very first day, when he connected it to his laptop to charge it, but he diligently deleted all his messages immediately, so I could only get copies of what he was receiving since I gained access. I got into the staffs’ phones by recording my own DNS-server in their WiFi router. So, whenever their devices tried to access any Apple or Google services, they were instead redirected to a punycode phishing-domain that asked for re-authentication. It even came with a secure connection, so people weren’t suspicious about the missing lock icon in their address bar. Merely a handful of people turn punycode off, because most simply don’t know about it in the first place, and the ones who do know about it don’t like the inconvenience.
So, after only two business days, I had access to most of their iClouds, Google Drives, OneDrives, and whatever else they used, and could use those to push my malware onto their phones. I even got into the phones of the three I encountered in that parking lot, despite them never showing up at the shop, through shared cloud drives. Still, even after going through all of their messages, chats, and emails during my all-nighter, I couldn’t find any clue how they were laundering their gambling income. They just didn’t talk about it, which frustrated the hell out of me!
After roughly two hours of going through their network, I noticed it was soon time for Claire to get up. She and Ava liked to work out in the mornings, so I went back to the mix package for my coffee maker and thought about what Claire could possibly like.
She woke up maybe five minutes after her drink went through. I heard her groan, the sheets rustle, and then the tapping of bare feet on the ground. She walked up to me from behind, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and pressed her breasts into my shoulder as she kissed me on the cheek.
“Good morning, Baby.” she smiled.
