Clara was still on her knees on the bed, facing away from him, her eyes on his dick as he lay back.

Liam was looking directly at her from below. Her robe had fallen open completely at this point, hanging loose off her shoulders, and from where he was the view was unobstructed.

Her pussy was pink and visibly wet, the lips slightly swollen, a thin trail running down her inner thigh.

He looked at it the way someone looks at something they’ve been thinking about for a long time.

Clara tilted her head slightly at his dick. "This isn’t sex...Right?" She paused. "Because I’m pretty sure this isn’t how it works. I’ve seen enough porn videos to know this what they do instead of sex."

Liam looked up at her. "So you watch porn, Clara."

She didn’t turn around. "Derek used to put it on when I came over. Said it would help."

"Help with what?"

"The fear." A beat. "It didn’t."

Liam looked at her. "You’re here with me right now though. Are you scared?"

Clara was quiet for a moment. Her shoulders shifted. "That’s different."

"How?"

"I can’t say that. It’s embarrassing."

"Say it anyway."

She was quiet again. Longer this time. Her fingers had found the bedsheet beside his thigh and were pressing into it slightly. Then she exhaled.

’Should I tell him? No, that would make me sound like a bad girl. But then again, maybe that’s what he likes. I already told him about the porn and he didn’t even flinch so... fine. I’m telling him.’

"Because for some reason I just want—" She stopped. Started again. "I want you to just. Fuck me senseless." The last two words came out quieter than the rest. "See. I told you. It’s embarrassing."

Liam looked at the ceiling for half a second. Then back at her. "I kind of like that actually."

"You do?."

"Sure, i don’t get to see this side of you often. Last time I did I was praying I’d see it again."

Clara turned her head slightly over her shoulder. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She turned back. A small smile visible from the side of her face.

’I’m so happy right now,’ she thought.

"I’m glad," she said out loud.

"Good." He shifted slightly beneath her. "Then let’s not keep ourselves waiting."

Clara looked at his dick again.

Then she reached down and wrapped her hand around him, her grip adjusting, and lowered her head.

"Hnn—" The sound came from Liam immediately, low and involuntary, his head pressing back against the pillow. His hand went to the back of her thigh without thinking.

She started slow.

Her lips wrapped around him, her head moving in a careful pace, up and down, finding the rhythm she had established before.

Her hair fell forward and she didn’t bother pushing it back this time, letting it hang around her face as she worked.

Liam’s eyes moved to what was directly in front of him.

He reached up with one hand and used two fingers to part her gently, spreading her open slowly.

She was clean and pink and absolutely soaked, the wetness visible and running freely, her body having made its own decision about all of this well before she had.

Clara moaned around him.

The sound came out muffled and deep, her whole body registering the touch, her hips shifting slightly. She didn’t stop.

Her head kept moving, her lips sliding up and down his length, but the sound she made around him sent a vibration through him that made his jaw tighten.

He kept his fingers there, not moving yet, just holding her open, feeling the warmth radiating off her. Then he reached up and gripped her hip and pulled it toward him, drawing her down closer to his face.

She went still for just a second.

Then she felt his mouth.

"Oh—" The sound that came out of her was completely different from anything before it. High and immediate and completely unguarded. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head.

He took his time. His tongue moving slowly, learning the shape of her, pressing flat and then pointed, finding the spot that made her legs shake and staying on it. His hands held her hips steady, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

"Liam—" She had stopped moving entirely. His dick was still in her mouth but she wasn’t doing anything with it, just holding it there, her whole focus redirected completely to what his tongue was doing. Her free hand found the bedsheet and grabbed it. "Oh my god—"

He didn’t stop. His tongue kept working, slow and deliberate, pulling every sound out of her one at a time.

"You’re so sweet," he said against her.

’He can’t just say things like that,’ she thought. ’He cannot just say things like that while he’s doing this.’

"Hm—" The sound vibrated through her whole body. Her hips tried to move against his face and his hands held them still. She started moving her head again, her lips working around him, trying to focus on both things at once and failing completely.

He flicked his tongue in a specific way and her leg shook.

"Liam." Her voice was completely unsteady. "If you keep doing that I’m going to go crazy."

He didn’t look up.

She grabbed more of the bedsheet. Her knuckles went white. His dick was still in her mouth and she was moaning around it continuously now, the sounds coming out muffled and broken every few seconds as his tongue found something new.

Then she felt it. A pressure building from somewhere deep inside her, different from anything she had ever felt, spreading outward from the center of her and building fast.

’What is this feeling. Why do I suddenly feel like I need to pee. I need to tell him to stop right now.’

She pulled her mouth off him. "Stop. Stop. I need to go to the bathroom."

Liam stopped.

He looked up at her. She was breathing hard, her thighs shaking, her hand pressed to her own stomach.

"Come here," he said.

"Liam I’m serious I need to—"

"Clara." His voice was steady. "Whatever you’re feeling right now is completely normal. Come back."

She looked back at him over her shoulder. Her face was completely flushed, her eyes wide, her breathing uneven. "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure."

She stayed still for another second. Then she lowered herself back down slowly, her knees settling on either side of his head again.

His mouth found her again immediately.

"Oh—" Her whole body jerked. "Oh god—"

He built it back up slowly, his tongue moving in long deliberate strokes, giving her time to climb back to where she had been. Her sounds started quiet and rose steadily, her hands gripping the sheet on both sides of his thighs, her whole body trembling.

"Liam—" Barely a word. "Liam I’m—"

"Go ahead," he said against her.

She came apart completely.

It hit her all at once. Her back arched, her thighs locked against his head, a sound tore out of her throat that had no word attached to it. And then she felt it release, a warm rush, and she shook and grabbed the bedsheet and held on with everything she had.

When it finally passed she collapsed sideways off him, her legs still trembling, one hand pressed to her face.

"My legs are still—" She looked down at them. Visibly shaking. "I can’t feel them properly."

"You don’t need to feel them yet," Liam said.

He sat up and repositioned her gently, moving her onto her back, her head against the pillow. She let him move her without resisting, her body completely loose, her eyes watching him from beneath heavy lids.

He reached over to his jacket on the chair, found his wallet, and pulled out a condom. He took his time putting it on while she watched.

"Ready?" he said.

Clara looked at him. Then she nodded. "Yeah."

He positioned himself and pushed in slowly.

"Oh—" Her whole body seized. Her arms came up and wrapped around his back immediately, her face pressing into his shoulder, a series of small tight sounds coming from her pressed against his skin. "Oh. Oh that’s—"

He stopped. Completely still. Not a single movement.

He could feel her wrapped around him, gripping him so tight it took everything he had to stay still.

’She’s so tight,’ he thought. ’Every single muscle. Like her whole body is trying to figure out what to do with all of it at once.’

She kept making small sounds against his shoulder. Her nails pressed into his back. Her breathing came in short sharp pulls that gradually slowed. The grip around him loosening by degrees, her muscles releasing one at a time.

’It hurts,’ Clara thought, her face still pressed into his shoulder. ’But it’s already getting less. It’s already changing into something else.’

"Still hurting?" he asked quietly.

"Less," she said into his shoulder. "A lot less. I’m okay. You can move."

He moved.

Slow at first. Long careful strokes, pulling back and pressing forward, feeling her open up around him with each one. Her sounds changed immediately, the tight pained quality fading, something else entirely replacing it.

"Mm—"

He kept the pace steady. His hands on her hips, holding her in place, each stroke deliberate and even.

’It’s getting better,’ Clara thought, her eyes closing. ’Every single stroke it gets better. How is it getting better this fast.’

"Ah — ah—"

He picked up the pace slightly. Her whole body moved with him, her hips rising to meet each thrust without her deciding to move them, her back arching off the bed on its own.

Her boobs moved with every thrust, swaying forward and pulling back, heavy and full, the robe completely off her now and nothing holding them in place.

"Liam—" His name came out broken. "That’s — that feels—"

He kept going. Steady and deep, each stroke finding the full length of her, her sounds climbing with every movement. Her nails were back in his back. Her legs had come up around him.

’She wraps around every inch,’ he thought. ’Like she was made for it.’

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

Her ass rippled with every impact, the soft flesh spreading against him each time he drove forward, the motion continuous and impossible to ignore.

"Ah — oh god — ah—"

Her sounds had stopped being controlled entirely.

They came freely now, each one pulled out of her with every thrust, her head pressed back against the pillow, her blonde hair spread across the white linen around her.

Then she felt it building again. Different from before. Deeper. Coming from somewhere further inside her that she hadn’t known existed until about thirty seconds ago.

’I’m getting hooked already,’ she thought.

"Liam." Barely there. "I’m about to again."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Can I?"

He looked down at her. "Go ahead."

Four more strokes. Deep and deliberate.

Her whole body went rigid on the last one, her back lifting completely off the bed, her arms locking around him, a long broken sound leaving her that she made absolutely no effort to contain.

She shook for a long moment. Then went completely still.

Liam stayed inside her, not moving, feeling her pulse around him in long slow waves as she came down.

When she finally opened her eyes she stared at the ceiling for a moment.

"I’m going to get addicted to this," she said out loud. Her voice completely wrecked. Then quieter, almost to herself. ’That is already happening. I can feel it happening right now.’

Liam looked down at her. Then he reached down and removed the condom slowly, tying it off and setting it aside. He looked back at her with a grin.

"Let’s pick up where we left off."

Clara’s eyes moved to him. Then down. Then back up.

’He hasn’t finished,’ she thought.

"You haven’t—"

"Not yet."

She stared at him for a moment. Then she let out a long slow breath.

"Fair enough," she said.