Clara’s POV
I spread my legs wider, tilted my hips, aching for him. My pulse throbbed in my p***y, in my throat, everywhere. He rubbed himself over me one last time, dragging across my c**t just to hear me gasp, then pressed, slow and heavy.
“Please,” I whispered, desperate.
He kissed me deep, cupped my jaw, and pushed. One long, deep stroke. Stretching me, filling me, until my p***y clutched tight around him.
He looked at me, all the heat and hunger and that softer thing under it laid bare. I looked back and did not look away.
He pushed into me in one long, deep stroke, filling me until my p***y stretched tight around his c**k.
My mouth opened on a gasp, nails sinking into his arms as his hips pressed flush to mine, c**k buried to the hilt. The heat of him throbbed inside me, pulsin
