Page 31 of From London, With Love

I lap and suck at her pussy, as though it were my last meal. She tastes incredible. I’ve always enjoyed eating women out, but this is something else entirely. One taste of Lara is all it takes to ruin me; bring me to my knees, both physically and metaphorically.?

Staring into her eyes, not breaking eye contact for even a moment, makes this feel even more intimate. My hand smooths down to meet my mouth at the apex of her thighs. Holding her gaze, my heart pounds beneath my chest as I plunge one finger into her core, not once allowing my tongue to leave her skin.

Her arousal coats my finger within seconds, her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment before boring into mine once more. There’s a sharp hitch in her breathing, drawing in a ragged breath. Both her hands shoot out to the chair arms, gripping them for dear life as I flick my tongue over her clit. Her thighs contract against my shoulders, squeezing, but no amount of pressure will stop me. My gaze lowers to her throat as her pulse quickens, causing her artery to thump forcefully against the soft skin of her neck.

I can tell she wants more.Sheneedsmore.I plan to give her everything she desires. Sliding a second finger in, Lara lets out something resembling a sigh mingled with a groan.?

“Look at you,” I muse between strokes, the words sounding muffled against her skin. Lara stares down at me with an unreadable expression.Well, that won’t do.I want nothing less than absolute satisfaction on her face, an undeniable look of pure bliss. “I think we can do better though, don’t you?”

Upping the ante, I work my fingers faster. Lara’s breathing begins to shallow with each pump of my fingers, but I’m notletting up. She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into by saying yes to me; I won’t stop until I’ve completely undone her.

Lara’s walls squeeze around my fingers as she begins to squirm. My fingers draw out, and I sweep my tongue over Lara’s pussy, taunting her with the gentlest pressure. Her hips buck slightly, bringing her even closer to my mouth.God, this is hot.Hotter than anything I’ve done before, and I had some wild nights during my university years.

Before I can get in my head about what Lara’s thinking right now, she lets out the sexiest little whimper as her eyes roll back and close.

“Enjoying yourself?” I ask, mouth remaining on her.

“No.” Her head is tipped back, eyes still closed, but there’s the faintest smirk tugging at the edges of her lips. “I still despise you.”

“I’m sure you do.” My lips pull into a devilish grin against her clit as I decide toreallypush her to the edge. Pulling my lips in over my teeth so as not to hurt her, I close my mouth around her clit and bite down.?

Her hands are in my hair in an instant, and she tugs on the dark strands, kneading her fingers into my scalp. Mygoodness, it feels incredible. It’s taking a ridiculous amount of self-restraint not to grab her by the wrists, pull her up onto the desk, and fuck her senseless.

Patience, Carter. Rome wasn’t built in a day.

Lara’s grip tightens, and I mentally prepare to be pulled in deeper. Instead, I’m tugged backwards, away from the delectable meal I was thoroughly enjoying. Groaning, I reluctantly look up at Lara, making sure to keep my fingers firmly inside her, for good measure, of course. Lara raises a brow at me as her lips break into a soft smile.?

“Okay Darcy, you’ve proved your point,” she relents withrasp, both hands still entwined in my hair. “I take back what I said, so you can stop now.”

“Is that what you want?”

I need to know if she means what she’s saying. As much as it would kill me to stop right now, I respect her too much to ever go against her wishes.

“What do you mean?”?

“Do you want me to stop? Because I will, if that’s truly what you want.” I’m silently praying to any gods who may be out there that her answer is no. “But if you say no, I won’t relent until you’re spent beneath me in this chair.”

A nervous little laugh comes from Lara, and my heart sinks a millimetre in my chest.?

“That’s unlikely.”

Is she insulting me? Questioning my skills? Actually, she’s not even questioning them. She’s outright suggesting they aren’t adequate.?I reluctantly slide my fingers out. The last thing I want is to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Lara, I’d hate to sound like a dick, but the way your body was responding to my touch begs to differ.”

She has the audacity to look momentarily taken aback, as if this is the first she’s heard of it. As if she wasn’t the one moaning and whimpering not one minute ago.

“I’m not disagreeing with that,” she mumbles softly, her cheeks growing pinker as she looks down at her lap. “I don’t have a great track record when it comes to men getting me off. Truthfully, I should say it’s the men who don’t have a great track record.” With a gleam in her eye, she shrugs. “I’ve never had a problem getting myself off.”

Well, shit, I did not think this was where the conversation was heading. I must admit, quite frankly, I’m astounded by this revelation. What sort of useless men are they raising in Australia??

“Hold on,” I say, trying to put my reeling thoughts into words. “Are you meaning to tell me no man has feasted on you to the point of orgasm?”

Lara gives me a coy look. “Well, one or two may have.” My eyes are drawn to her lap, where her fingers are fiddling with each other. Is she nervous? Or have I made her uncomfortable?

“But the odds aren’t in your favour,” Lara continues. Her eyes search mine briefly, and I wonder what it is she’s looking for.

“I’m not usually one to bet, but I’d put my money on me.” I give her my cockiest smile from my position between her legs. “I accept.”

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