I was getting lost in the kiss, as I often did whenever our lips met. Claudia had a way of casting her own spell over me; just one glance at her and I couldn't resist the urge to be as close to her as possible. My hands slid down to her waist, squeezing her gently as the kiss deepened. The bathroom suddenly felt too hot, stifling with the intensity between us. I lifted her onto the counter between the two sinks - there was just enough space for what I had in mind. Pulling back only long enough to tear off my shirt, I quickly did the same with hers before our lips found each other again, hungry and insistent.
I was determined to make her feel things no one ever had. I wanted to erase all the hurt she carried, if only for a moment, by replacing it with undeniable pleasure. My lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, moving lower as I unfastened her bikini top. I took my time, swirling my tongue around her nipple, a smirk forming on my lips as her soft moans filled the room. My hands continued their journey, reaching her shorts. I paused, looking up to ensure she was comfortable with what was to come. I knew how fragile she was, and her comfort was my priority.
