When I think she can’t possibly make this any better than it is, Lara slows her movements. As she’s almost deep-throating me, she unsheathes her teeth from her lips and drags them up my shaft with minimal pressure. There’s an immediate warmth within my pelvis, the pressure building frantically.
“Unless you want me to spill into your mouth, I suggest you move, love.” My voice is unrecognisable, heavy with arousal.
I expect Lara to move almost immediately, so I’m caughtoff guard when she stays put, and even more so when she chooses to repeat the movement.
“I’m serious, Lara.”
Finally, Lara heeds my warning and slides my dick from her mouth, wiping the back of her hand across her smirk.
“Thanks for the suggestion, but if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll stay right here.”
The vixen gives me a broad smile before sliding her mouth back over my throbbing dick. She begins to drag her tongue along my length again, keeping her eyes locked on mine with each lick. A shock goes through me when her free hand squeezes my balls, and I know I’m done for.?
Despite my best efforts to hold out, my orgasm pulses through me, and I empty into Lara’s mouth. Her cheeks are hollowed out, and she lets out the sexiest moan as I finish on her tongue. She gives me one last suck, and my head falls onto the pillow.
With my eyes closed, I focus on slowing my heart rate. There’s a dip in the mattress beside me as Lara joins me. I lift my arm, allowing her to move closer, and lay it gently across her back. My hand finds the dip of her waist, conforming.
“That was, without a doubt, one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever received. It might even bethebest if I’m completely honest.” I’m still a little breathless.
“I’d hope so, that was some of my best work.” Lara smiles up at me. Without thinking, I lower my head to hers, placing a kiss on her forehead. She looks a little dumbfounded initially before the smile returns.
“What was the second thing?”
“Huh?” Lara’s brows draw together, creating a cute little crease between them.
“When I asked what was on your mind, you’d said therewere two things. Evening the score distracted me at the time, but I want to know the second thing.”
The grin she flashes me looks eerily similar to Winnie when she’s up to no good. “Hallmark movies.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I was thinking about Hallmark movies. Those films are undoubtedly unmatched and completely underrated, and this place reminds me of the type of setting you’d see in one.”
I can’t help but laugh. “That’s certainly not what I expected you to say, but I’m sure we can find one if you’d like.”
Before I can reach for the remote lying on her bedside table, Lara responds. “Oh no, I didn’t mean we have to watch one now.”
“But do you want to?”
Even in the darkness, I don’t miss the way her eyes light up at the suggestion.
“No that’s okay, we should probably sleep.”
The light in her eyes has dimmed. I’m hit with an unexpected thought—I’d do almost anything to see that light again. Without another word, I reach across her and retrieve the remote. It only takes a couple of minutes to find a film. Pressing play, I place the remote onto my bedside table. Lara rises slightly as I roll back over, so I slide my arm beneath her once more.
“Thank you,” comes from her mouth in the softest whisper as she snuggles into my side. Her warm breathe against my chest provides a comfort I’ve never experienced.
I’m fairly certain I fall asleep smiling.
The small sliver of sun struggling to break through the clouds is the first thing I see when I awaken. It looks beautiful outside. Twenty-nine years spent in this country, and I’m still yet to get over how picturesque it really is.
Movement to my left draws my attention, and in an instant, the village outside doesn’t hold a candle to the figure wrapped around my midsection.?
She’s rolled over, conforming her small frame to the side of my body. Her hair falls in waves across her cheek, dark lashes contrast sharply against her fair skin. I watch in awe as her body rises and falls in a steady rhythm, still sleeping soundly.?
In this moment, with Lara’s upper body draped across my own, my fingertips drawing soft circles on her shoulder blade, I decide anything with this woman, no matter how limited, is better than the prospect of nothing at all.
“God you’re good at that.”
