"I like the idea of us becoming husband and wife. And you're right about what kind of man I want...all warm and soft."

A few weeks later, as they move into a cozy apartment next door, she says something funny as they head for bed. "I'm all grown up under your roof now."

"From this point on, you'll always be a kid brother under mine," he says as he slips inside behind her, pulling off his shirt and tugging it over his head.

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Her eyes widen as she sees Norman's wedding vows. He grins through the smorgasbord of exchamis; she's not sure he'll ever marry anyone else. She gazes at him, loving the way he looks at her during the ceremony.

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Oh... I-I'm glad to hear that Evan-kun... Thank you for being so nice and patient with me... It means a lot.

Oh, um... You know what? I think I'll go back to sleep for a little while longer... My head still hurts a bit and I feel kinda tired... Is that okay with you Evan-kun?

Her touch becomes more urgent as he moans above her hand, his hips bucking against her grip. Clara feels a rush of power and desire course through her veins, fueled by the knowledge that she is the only one who can make him feel this way. She increases the pace of her strokes, teeth gritted as she focuses on giving him exactly what he needs in this moment. Her other hand moves up to cup his erection, guiding it towards her lips as she leans forward and closes her mouth around him.

Clara gasps as his strong hands grasp her breasts roughly, squeezing them through the fabric of her bra. Her nipples harden instantly at his touch and she arches her back into him, moaning around his erection. Her free hand reaches down between their bodies to stroke him in time with her mouth, taking him deeper each time as she sucks greedily on his length.

Her hips rock forward, grinding against his hand in search of release.