CLARA

#Chapter110 CLARA He carries me inside his suite, and somehow manages to close the door. We keep kissing, and I feel like it’s been due a long time. I explore his mouth, as I had so many years ago and he tastes the same, strongly of peppermint and something that is entirely his own. I roam my hand across hi shoulders, his muscles tensing beneath my touch. I barely register that he has changed from the slimmer eighteen-year-old boy I remembered him as. He has grown broader, his muscles advanced, tenser and more refined. I trail my hand down his back, and feel his moan reverberate inside my mouth, down my whole body and centring deep in my belly. I was wet down low, the feel of his body against mine after so long, his unrelenting kisses, and his hard length that was pressing against me had me panting. I could hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute too, and I was hoping he would put me down on his couch and we could have our way with each other there. Instead, he carries me further