Lara dropped her head to his shoulder and moaned, mouthing there for a moment before she gathered her wits about her and nodded.

Sliding down the bed beside him and gently nudging his thighs apart, Lara went to her knees between them. She started slowly, placing soft kisses on the skin of his inner thigh, moving gradually higher until she was breathing over his cock. She wrapped her hand around his length and started to stroke him slowly. He was pulsing in her hand with every upstroke, hips lifting to push into her closed fist, stomach muscles straining. He looked amazing and Lara blinked slowly, drinking him in, eyes trailing down his body and fixing on the swollen head close to her mouth. She couldn't help herself, she had to taste him and her tongue darted out to lick up a drop of his slick. Groaning, she ducked her head down and slid her lips around him, sucking gently as she stroked.