Clara was still on her knees on the bed, facing away from him, her eyes on his dick as he lay back.
Liam was looking directly at her from below. Her robe had fallen open completely at this point, hanging loose off her shoulders, and from where he was the view was unobstructed.
Her pussy was pink and visibly wet, the lips slightly swollen, a thin trail running down her inner thigh.
He looked at it the way someone looks at something they've been thinking about for a long time.
Clara tilted her head slightly at his dick. "This isn't sex...Right?" She paused. "Because I'm pretty sure this isn't how it works. I've seen enough porn videos to know this what they do instead of sex."
Liam looked up at her. "So you watch porn, Clara."
She didn't turn around. "Derek used to put it on when I came over. Said it would help."
"Help with what?"
"The fear." A beat. "It didn't."
Liam looked at her. "You're here with me right now though. Are you scared?"
