Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 266: Clara’s Body

The room glowed softly under the warm light of the single table lamp, casting golden shadows across the tangled sheets where Elizabeth, Clara, and I lay naked, our bodies pressed close in a haze of sweat and heat. My face was buried between Clara’s thighs, her soft, trembling legs clamped tight around my head as her orgasm hit. Her pussy pulsed against my mouth, a hot gush of juices flooding over my lips and chin as I sucked harder, savoring her sweet, tangy taste.

"Umphh... ahm..." I groaned, my voice muffled against her slick folds, my hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. Clara’s body shook, her thighs locking me in place as she rode out the wave.

"Ahhh... ummm..." Clara moaned, her voice high and broken, her hands fisting the sheets. Her eyes rolled back, her face flushed a deep red, completely lost in the pleasure.

Elizabeth leaned over her, one hand cupping Clara’s face as she pressed a deep, sloppy kiss to her lips.

"Let it out, sweetheart," she murmured between kisses, her voice sultry and encouraging. "Keep cumming for us." Their lips locked again, tongues twisting together, the wet sound of their smooching mixing with Clara’s desperate moans.

Clara’s thighs finally loosened, her body trembling as she slumped back against the bed. I pulled back, exhaling hard.

"Huff... huff... arghh, damn," I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my chin slick with her juices. "That was intense." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Clara collapsed against Elizabeth’s chest, her breaths coming in short, shaky gasps, like a kid seeking comfort after a wild ride.

"Ahh... huff..." she panted, her cheek pressed against Elizabeth’s boobs, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty face.

I leaned back on my knees, smirking as I caught Elizabeth’s eye. "She’s hard turned on, Elizabeth," I said, my voice thick with amusement. "That was a crazy amount. She’s a damn waterfall."

Elizabeth laughed softly, her hands sliding to Clara’s cheeks, cupping them gently as she tilted her face up.

"Aww, look at that," she said, her tone teasing but warm. Her fingers trailed down Clara’s body, slow and deliberate, until they reached between her legs. "Your pussy was holding back a lot, huh?" she asked, slipping a finger into Clara’s still-wet folds, rubbing gently.

Clara’s body jerked slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. "M-miss... I’m sorry..." she stammered, her arms wrapping around Elizabeth in a shy, almost desperate hug. Her face was still bright red, her eyes half-closed with a mix of embarrassment and lingering pleasure.

Elizabeth’s laugh was low and soothing, her free hand stroking Clara’s back as she kept fingering her slowly.

"Why, baby? You don’t have to be sorry anymore," she said, her voice soft but firm. She pulled her hand back, her fingers glistening with Clara’s wetness, and gave her thigh a gentle pat. "You just need to accept yourself. Open your legs like a good girl and let it happen."

Clara bit her lip, her arms tightening around Elizabeth, her face buried against her chest.

"I... I didn’t know it could feel like this," she mumbled, her voice shaky but honest. Her thighs parted slightly, almost instinctively, as Elizabeth’s hand rested there, teasing the sensitive skin.

Her pussy glistening pink in the dim light, juices trailing down her inner thighs like a slow, teasing invitation. Her chest heaved with quick breaths, her face flushed a deep red, her dark hair sticking to her neck as she moaned softly. "Yeahhmm..." she sighed, her hips shifting slightly, showing herself to me as if she couldn’t help it.

Elizabeth lounged beside her, propped on one elbow, her own naked body relaxed and confident, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.

"She’s pent up a lot, Ezra," she said, her voice low and teasing as she glanced at me. "Look at her, practically begging for it. What’re you gonna do about it?"

I grinned, my eyes locked on Clara’s trembling thighs, my dick already rock hard and throbbing.

"No need to think when she’s this ready," I said, smirking back. I grabbed one of Clara’s legs, lifting it gently to rest over my shoulder, and positioned myself between her thighs. My dick brushed against her slick folds, teasing her with the lightest touch, the head tapping her clit.

"B-but..." Clara stammered, her voice shaky with shyness. Her hands twitched like she wanted to cover herself, her face burning even redder as she bit her lip.

Elizabeth leaned in, cupping Clara’s cheeks with both hands, her touch gentle but firm.

"Don’t be shy, Clara," she murmured, her voice sultry and reassuring. "Your body’s still shaking, begging for more. You can’t hide how much you want this."

Clara’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking between Elizabeth and me, wide and nervous but sparkling with heat.

I rubbed my dick along her folds, slow and deliberate, letting the head slide through her wetness, teasing her clit with every pass.

"Clara," I said, my voice low and teasing, "do you want my dick?"

"Ahhmmm..." Clara held her breath, her hips twitching involuntarily, chasing the sensation. Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, her thighs trembling under my touch.

I chuckled, tapping my length against her pussy, the soft *slap* making her gasp.

"Say it, or I’ll keep tickling you like this," I said, dragging my dick along her clit again, slow and torturous.

Clara’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as she fought the shyness. "Y-yes..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then, louder, "Fuck me..."

Elizabeth’s laugh was soft and triumphant. "That’s my girl," she said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Clara’s forehead, her lips lingering there. "You’re doing so good, sweetheart."

I grinned, my heart pounding as I positioned myself at her entrance.

"Here I come, baby," I said, pushing forward. My dick slid into her pussy, slow at first, then deeper, her tightness gripping me like a vise. "Arghh... so fucking tight," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I sank in, inch by inch, her warmth swallowing me.

"Ahhhhh..." Clara moaned, her body jerking up off the bed, her thighs tensing as she took me in. Her hands flew to Elizabeth’s shoulders, clutching her for support, her face a mix of pleasure and overwhelm as her pussy stretched around me.

Elizabeth stroked Clara’s hair, her smirk softening into something almost tender. "Feel that, Clara?" she murmured, her fingers brushing along Clara’s cheek. "That’s what you’ve been craving, isn’t it?"