"Alright... lemme use the bathroom for a few minutes. Hope I'll find the food ready," her boyfriend said. A few seconds later, I heard his footsteps fading away from the kitchen.
I stood up immediately. Clara's lips parted, probably about to say something—but I shut her up with a kiss. Our tongues met for a few heated seconds before she gently pulled back.
"Go, now, Ash. While my boyfriend's still bathing!" she whispered.
I frowned, sliding my fingers back under her dress. "You really want me to go?"
She swallowed hard and nodded.
"But you're wet," I murmured, voice low.
"Still... we can't, Ash. He's here."
I could hear the hesitation in her voice, feel it in the way her body trembled under my touch.
"But you're wet, aren't you?" I repeated.
She froze.
Then, without waiting for a reply, I pushed the vegetables aside and lifted her onto the counter. Her breath caught as I pressed between her thighs.
