The sheets were twisted around Lara's legs, half on, half off the bed. She lay flat on her back now, knees bent and spread wide, garter straps stretched tight across the tops of her thighs. Her chest rose and fell fast, nipples still hard and dark, skin flushed from neck to stomach. Sweat made little shiny trails between her breasts. My body hovered over hers—weight on one forearm beside her head, the other hand resting low on her hip. My dick rested heavy against her inner thigh, rock-hard again, tip brushing her wet folds every time she shifted.
"Please…" Lara begged, face bright red. Her eyes locked straight into mine, pupils blown wide. Her hips bucked up once, twice—small, desperate jerks trying to catch me. "Fuck me…"
I smirked down at her, not moving yet.
"Not enough," I said. "Beg more."
