Burning for her

Chapter 16

Abigail

Clara certainly completed her promise. "I'm gonna eat your pussy until you can't take it anymore."

I lost count how many times I came in between her sheets with her head between my thighs. I was completely naked, sweat covering my exposed skin.

"God, Clara." I pulled on her hair so hard there was a chance I would seriously hurt her. "Wait." My voice was raspy.

"What?" She looked up, brown eyes boring into mine, my wetness covering her chin.

I wanted to answer. Really. I was just completely at a loss of words from her sight. She did this usually. Cleaned all the coherent thoughts from my mind. It was like that in the studio too.

Obviously there was something wrong, she didn't usually storm in my practice, having sex with me against a mirror. Or if this was a usual thing for her I was happy to give in to her desires. There was a millisecond when I thought about stopping her, but she got me wet so quickly, I lost my mind.

When there were no words leaving my mouth, she started to kiss my inner tight gently, waiting for me, giving me time.

"Aren't you tired?" I was panting, breathing heavily.

"Never." Her teeth scraped against my sensitive skin. "I love the way you taste." Her tongue flicked over my swollen clit.

"Go-" I choked on my words, pushing her away a little. "Too sensitive." I explained.

"Need a break?" She came up, her face at the same level as mine. Her wet clothes were still on her, spreading goosebumps all over my skin.

"Just give me five minutes." I ran my hand down her torso. Clara hissed a little, eyes squinting. I pulled my hand away instantly, but before I could question her, she bent down to kiss me.

I could taste myself on her lips, her hot tongue completely opposite of her cold skin against me.

"Take off your clothes." I breathed when her lips traveled down to my neck. "Let me make you come."

"Fuck yes." I grinned, feeling her teeth sink into my flesh on my shoulder.

"Let go baby." I pushed on her shoulder, rolling Clara onto her back. I straddled her waist, kissing her deeply. One of her hands was on my upper thigh, the other sneaked up on my back, grabbing the back of my neck, keeping me close.

She sat up, pulling my hips closer to her. She had a very hard time letting go of control and letting me make her feel good.

"God, Clara." She tilted my head back, kissing her way on my neck. "If I'm coming again I'm going to pass out, honey."

I could feel her smirk on my skin. "Sounds good to me."

"I wanna make you feel good." I pushed on her shoulder softly, but hard enough for her to take the hint and lean back. "I want to taste you."

"Abbie." Her grip on my waist tightened, her breath hitched. It was hard to surprise Clara, she looked like she was always prepared for everything. The only times she seemed out of place was when we did something for the first time in bed. Or I could only surprise her when I took control in bed.

"Come on, honey." I pushed her back enough that now, she was laying on her back. "Open your legs."

"Fuck." Clara let me position myself between her thighs.

"What were you doing outside in the rain?" I asked, running my hand down her pants, settling above her center.

"Work." Her breathing was heavy and I found huge pleasure listening to her gasps.