Start With Clara and Then, Just Maybe...

You break away from Clara's eager lips, a string of saliva briefly connecting you before it breaks. Her eyes are heavy-lidded with desire as you trace your fingertips down her flushed cheek.

"I have an idea," you suggest, your Irish lilt more pronounced in your aroused state. "How about we take turns? First I'll show David exactly how I can make you feel, and then..." you glance over at David, who's watching with rapt attention, "...then we switch, and David can have his turn with me."

Clara's breath hitches. "God, yes," she whispers, leaning back against the pillows. "I like how your mind works."

David shifts his position, moving to a chair beside the bed that affords him the perfect view. "I'm certainly not going to object to that arrangement," he says, his voice rough with arousal.

With a confident smile that surprises even you, you position yourself above Clara, copper waves cascading around your face as you lower your mouth to her neck. You work your way down her body with deliberate slowness, trailing kisses across her collarbone, between her breasts, down the flat plane of her stomach. Her skin tastes faintly of the sandalwood from the bath, heightening the sensory experience.

"Fuck," Clara gasps as your tongue traces circles around her navel. Her hands tangle in your hair, not pushing but encouraging. "You're so good at this."

You glance up, meeting her eyes as you continue lower. "Just wait," you promise, settling between her thighs. You take your time, teasing her with light kisses along her inner thighs before finally giving her what she wants. Her back arches off the bed at the first touch of your tongue, a strangled moan escaping her lips.

David watches intently, his breathing audibly quickening. The knowledge of his gaze adds an extra layer of thrill as you work Clara into a frenzy, alternating between gentle licks and more focused attention.

"Oh my god," Clara pants, her hands now gripping the sheets. "Right there, don't stop."

You have no intention of stopping, doubling your efforts until she's writhing beneath you, one hand pressed against her mouth to muffle her increasingly loud cries. When she finally comes, her entire body tenses, thighs clamping around your head before releasing in shuddering waves.

As Clara catches her breath, you sit back on your heels, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you turn to David with a triumphant smile.

"Your turn," you tell him, voice husky with desire.

David doesn't need to be told twice. He rises from the chair, approaching the bed with predatory grace. Clara shifts to make room, still looking dazed from her orgasm.

"Come here," David says, extending his hand to you. "I believe I was promised a turn to undress you."

You laugh softly. "I'm already naked."

"Then I'll just have to be creative," he replies, pulling you to your feet at the edge of the bed. His hands slide down your sides, mapping the new contours of your body. "Turn around," he commands gently.

You comply, presenting your back to him. His fingers trace the Celtic knot tattoo at the base of your spine, sending shivers up your vertebrae.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, before his hands move higher, tracing each rib before reaching around to cup your enhanced breasts. The gold hoops through your nipples catch between his fingers, creating an exquisite friction that makes you gasp.

01:35 | Tuesday 5 August 2025 | Putney Flat Bedroom

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