Clarice's gift

this story is an add on that goes to my story Clarice's gift posted at fanfiction.net
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3825736/1/Clarices_gift
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Clarice did as she planned and went straight to the hotel. It wasn't hard to find. It was one of the nicer hotels around.

She didn't look at anyone as she crossed the lobby. She didn't want anyone to recognize her. She looked up at the directory next the elevator. The room she wanted was on the 3rd floor. She pushed the button for up and waited.

A few minutes later she was standing in front of Hannibal's door. Even though it hadn't been that long since she had seen him she was excited about seeing him again.

She brought out of her key and unlocked the door. She heard someone shifting around in the room as the lock clicked.

"Clarice?" came a voice.

"Yes," she whispered.

There was only silence as a response to her statement. She took that as the O.K to come in and pushed the door open.

Hannibal was lying on the only bed in the room watching tv. Clarice didn't take note of what it was. She just closed the door and stood there nervously.

"I'm glad you came Clarice," he said not taking his eyes off the tv. "Come on in."

He reached for the remote and turned it off. He turned his attention to her.

"You look nervous," he said simply.

"I am," she admitted walking over to the bed. "I can't help but be. A girl I work with is sure something is going on between me and you. Plus a cop dropped by today."

Hannibal took a moment to take the information. He nodded slowly.

"It's going to be alright," he said.

Without a word Clarice collapsed onto the bed and into his arms. Even though she had cried at work there were still tears that needed to come out.

Hannibal didn't say a word while she let the tears flow. He just rubbed her back gently.

"I'm sorry," she said pulling away from him a few minutes later. "You didn't need to see me like that."

"It's alright," he said. "Everyone breaks down once in a while. This is going to work out."

"How you know that?" Clarice asked looking into his eyes.

"Trust me," Hannibal said with smile.

Clarice felt the urge to kiss him. Their kiss the night before had been so pleasurable. She leaned forward and press her lips to his.

"I love you," she whispered into the mouth.

"I love you Clarice," he whispered back.

"I need you," she said pushing her body against his.

"You change your mind so soon?" Hannibal asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Clarice breathed. "I love you and I need you."

Hannibal smiled gently taking her by the shoulders and laying her down on the bed. A stab of nervousness hit Clarice but she choice to ignore it. She wanted him to make to her. She didn't just want to have sex. She wanted to make love.

“Take me,” she whispered.

The words sounded so erotic as they rolled off her tongue. Hannibal brought his hands down to grope her breast through her shirt. Her nipples erected right away. He knew just how to touch her.

“Hannibal,” Clarice moaned pressing her breast up against his hands.

“Now,” he said pulling his hands away from her. “All good things to those who wait.”

He climbed off the bed and was digging through a book bag. He produced a bottle of 'Astroglide' and sat it down on the beside table.

“You were expecting me to give in?” she asked looking at the bottle.

“At some point,” Hannibal said. “And I didn't see any harm in being prepared.”

Clarice nodded in agreement. Her lover turned his attention back to her shirt. He started undoing the buttons one by one. By the time he got the shirt off Clarice thought she would go nuts. He was such a tease but it was turning her on.

“No bra?” he asked grinning.

“No,” Clarice said with a smile. “I decided not to wear one tonight. Can you guess what else I decided not to wear tonight?”

“Naughty girl,” Hannibal whispered click his tongue.

Without warning he took her nipple into his mouth and bite down. Clarice let out a whimper to was somewhere between pleasure and pain. She had always liked it on the rougher side but no one guy had ever been able to do it right.

“Please!” she whimpered twisting under him. “I need more.”

Hannibal pulled his mouth away from her nipple and turned his attention to her pants. He undid the one button and lowered the zipper. He took the him of her pants in his hands and started to pull. Slowly inch by inch of her was revealed.

He stopped when he pants were to her skins and turned his attention her shoes. Clarice was whimpering. She just wanted him to touch her and not her clothes.

“Patience,” he said undoing her laces.

He took his time pulling off her shoes and her socks. When he was done he lifted her feet and looked at them. He feet were in pretty good condition considering all the time she had spend on them in her life time.

“Do something,” Clarice begged.

Hannibal lifted her foot up higher and gave the base of it a couple soft licks. This caused shivers of pleasure to jolt through Clarice. He took each one of her toes into his mouth and sucked on them savoring her taste. He knew Clarice was ready and he was ready too. He hadn't been this hard in a long time.

He yanked her pants off and thew them onto the floor. He didn't take his time with his clothes. They came off as fast and they possibly could have and fell to the floor.

Clarice picked up the bottle of lube and handed it to him. It was then that she got a glance of his cock. Since she had been under the influence of drugs the first time they had sex she she didn't remember how big he was. She gave him a worried look.

“Don't worry,” he said. “I know it had been a while since we did it so I'll go slow.”

Clarice smiled and nodded at him to continue on. Hannibal opened the body and squeezed a large amount onto his hand. He took his length in his cock and made sure it was coated. Hannibal picked up Clarice's legs and slid them over his shoulders.

“I love you,” he whispered as he pushed himself in.

“I love you too,” Clarice moaned back.

It as if his cock barely fit inside of her. She felt like she was stretched to her limit. He kept pushing into her until he had gotten everything inside that he could.

“God,” he moaned. “You are still so tight. This must be what it is like to take a virgin.”

He pulled out somewhat and pushed back inside. This caused both of them to let out a moan. Hannibal moved her legs from his shoulders to wrap around his waist. Clarice puts her arms around him and clung to his back.

Hannibal began to rock inside of her. With each thrust the woman under him dug her nails into his back. She was bound to leave a lot a marks but neither of them cared. Hannibal would wear the scratches proudly.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Faster! Hannibal please!”

“As you wish,” he said starting to sped up.

Each time he slammed in he bottomed out. The stab of pain would be make Clarice spasm around him and moan his name.

“I'm almost there,” Clarice whimpered moving against his length.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth dropped open as he orgasm took her. She didn't get to see the look of complete pleasure that was on Hannibal's face as he followed her to orgasm. He kept thrusting until both their orgasms had passed.

He lay his face on her breast trying to catch his breath. She put her hand on the back on his neck and massaged it gently.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

“Give me a few minutes and we can go again,” he promised lifting his head to look her in the eye.

She smiled and pulled him into a kiss.


Two hours later Clarice found herself staring at a spot in the wall of the hotel room. She just finished having the most amazing sex. Hannibal was god like in bed.

It had been too much for him though. He had passed out about ten minutes after it had finished.

Clarice pushed back the covers and climbed out of the bed. Hannibal let out a groan but didn't wake up. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

She never did like the sticky feeling that she always experienced after sex. She found herself looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Part of her couldn't believe she had done. Even though she was pregnant with his baby already this was the first sexual encounter with him she could remember.

Clarice got into the shower and let the warm water rain down on her. She hated to wash his scent off of her. She liked the way he smelt. She couldn't place the smell but it was comforting.

She didn't get to enjoy the blast of the water very long. After only a few minutes the sound of Hannibal screaming reached her ears.

She turned off the water and jumped out of the tub. She was in too much of a hurry to even think about a towel. After yanking the bathroom door open she ran off to Hannibal. He was still asleep.

"Mischa!" he cried twisting his head around violently. "Mischa!"

Clarice took him by the shoulders and began to shake him. After only a few shakes his eyes snapped open.

"Are you ok? she asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked yawning.

"You were screaming," Clarice explained. "It was a name. Mischa, I think."

Hannibal's eyes widened in surprise. He climbed out of the bed and walked over to the window.

"I haven't had that nightmare in a long time," he whispered to himself.

"Who is she?" Clarice questioned.

At first Hannibal didn't answer. He reached a hand to touch the curtains that covered the window. Clarice could see he was thinking about something.

"I'm sorry Clarice," he said finally. "I can't talk about it."

"It's ok," she said in a comforting voice. "You don't have to."

Hannibal turned to look at her and flashed her a smile. He walked over and sat down next to her.

"You are a good woman," he said bringing up a hand to touch her face.

She didn't say anything. She only nuzzled against his hand.

"I don't think it is a good idea for you to spend the night," he explained. "I would really like you too but I don't think it would be our best interest."

"You're right," she said with a nod. "I should go."

Clarice walked into the bathroom to get a towel to dry off with. She dried herself off and started to get dressed. Hannibal was sitting on the bed staring into the wall. She didn't say anything. She just stood there watching him.

"This is really going to work," he said smiling. "I'm actually in a real relationship."

"You haven't been in one before?" she asked unable to hide the surprise in her voice.

"There has only been one other woman," Hannibal explained. "And that was a long time ago."

"You have me now," she explained kissing him.

"Yes," he said. "Yes I do. But it is time for you to go."

"I know," she sighed nuzzling against him. "I know."

After a second she pulled away from him and walked out the door. Hannibal didn't move from the bed.

"Mischa," he whispered. "I miss you."

He only a single moan of grief to escape from his lips before he turned in for the night.