Home and heat and everything I’ve ever wanted. And per her pleading, I don’t go slow or gentle—I keep her legs spread around me, my hands sliding up and down her thighs, as I work us both into a hard, solid rhythm. The only thing louder than the wet slapping of my hips against her ass are her wordless sobs of deep pleasure.
I hook her knees over my elbows to open her up wider. So I can take her harder, and deeper, all while gazing into her eyes.
“Look at me, baby.”
Clara’s lost in her pleasure, lost in whatever dream she’s having while she ripples around my c**k. Her long lashes flutter and her plush lips pucker with every gasp.
I fist a hand in the back of her hair and tug. “Clara, I said look at me.”
The movement, the command, makes her squeeze tighter around me. f**k! I have to kee
