Damian crawled up her body, kissing a path along her sternum, then capturing one small breast in his mouth. The nipple was already tight; he sucked gently, then used the edge of his teeth, just enough to make her gasp, before switching to the other.
His big hand cupped the breast he wasn't kissing, thumb brushing back and forth over the peak. Meanwhile Clara's fingers threaded into his dark hair, holding him there while little sounds spilled from her throat.
After several long minutes of lavishing attention on her chest he kissed lower ribs, navel, then the sensitive dip of her hip until he was between her thighs again. This time he used his fingers too: two sliding inside her, curling upward, stroking that spongy spot while his tongue returned to her clit with slow, patient circles.
"Babe…" Clara gasped, holding the grasping onto the sheets for support.
