When her response is to wrap her arms around me and dig her nails into my back, I damn near explode. I manage to hold back, barely, even when her voice pitches into near-screams of my name over and over.
It’s when I have her impaled on my c**k, her body twitching from her third or fourth orgasm, her lips swollen from my kisses and her face streaked with tears from sobbing with intense pleasure, that she looks up at me and reaches for my face.
I’m so f*****g close to the edge. “Clara…”
“Please, Dem,” she manages to whimper. “I need you. I trust you. I want you.”
Fuuuck.
Stars explode behind my eyes. If it’s possible, I think she sucks my soul through my d**k and straight into her body.
I have never in my life felt like this.
I must have groaned that out loud, because when I collapse
