Claire

His lips crash against mine, fuelled by our building passion. He takes hold of my t-shirt and slowly peels it off me. I feel a sudden chill as the air hits my damp skin, but his hands soon heat me on my bare flesh. He unclasps my bra and pulls it forward, my loins clench when his hands cup my breasts, rolling his fingers over my nipples.

I roll his tank top up his body, exposing his drool-worthy abs that I can't resist running my finger tips over. The boy is smoking hot, and he's ...