Clara's POV
He didn’t let go.
Even after the storm of the first round, Ryan stayed inside me, his arms locked around my back, his face buried deep in my neck. His breath was ragged against my skin, heartbeat thundering against my chest.
I was still shaking from the last orgasm. I couldn't even remember how many times I came from his thrust, mouth or hands. All I knew was that I wanted more.
The heat in my core grew hotter the more I stared at his bare chest inches away from my own naked body.
My body trembled. Not from the orgasm, but from everything else.
My hand dragged slowly down my stomach to the tiny sensitive hairs that grew above my p***y. I wasnt hairy, but they had grown slightly visible.
My pointy finger felt the swell of my c**t and I rubbed it back and forth, my arous
