Sunday Afternoon

Lara
watched him leave, wishing that he would’ve stayed. She was on the brink of
tears, thinking about how calm things had been not even two hours ago. As he
approached the door, she looked away- unable to bear watching him leave. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She heard the door shut, and then the click of
the lock.

Why had he
locked her door? Besides, she thought, it wasn’t able to be locked from the
outside without a key. She knew Hillary never carried that key with him.
Feeling slightly confused, she looked up and was pleasantly surprised to see
that he hadn’t locked the door from the outside. He stood there looking at her,
still in her room. He had shut and locked the door from the inside, and Lara
could only guess why he had done that.

“I don’t
want anyone disturbing us.” He explained to her slightly surprised expression,
slowly walking back over to her. She smiled as he sat next to her, his arms
reaching out, pulling her closer. Then, he kissed her with every bit of
strength and passion that had built up inside him over time.

Lara
reciprocated, kissing him back with full force.
Her hands trailed from his arms to his jacket, removing the unnecessary
clothing. She then repeated the action with his shirt and tie, leaving them in
a pile on her floor. Hillary had already tossed aside the towel covering her,
and was kissing his way down her neck to her breasts. She struggled to finish
undressing him, but Hillary’s tongue was distracting her, licking circles
around her left nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight through her
body. She was on her back now, her legs wrapped around his waist. She had
gotten him down to his grey boxers, and felt the brush of his erection against
her exposed sex. Breathing heavily, she lifted her hips up to his, pressing him
against her. His mouth had found hers again, as his hands were busy fondling
her breasts. Lara’s senses were on overload. The warmth and smoothness of his
naked skin against hers, as well as the added pleasure of his hardness
stimulating her clitoris was enough to make her nearly come. He felt her
struggling to keep control underneath him and took the opportunity to bring her
to climax without having to use his hands or mouth. Using one arm to keep him
propped up above Lara, he reached between them and
tugged off his boxers. Lara’s heartbeat quickened as she felt the hot flesh of
his cock directly pressing against her. She felt him moving his hips back and
forth against her and closed her eyes, savouring the sensation. His cock slid
against her wetness, reducing the friction between their naked class=GramE>skin. Lara could feel his hardness pulsing against her
clitoris, and began to feel the lightheaded sensation of approaching climax.

“Oh God,
Hillary…you’re going to make me…” She panted, her breath tickling his ear.

“I know.”
He smiled slyly against her cheek, not letting up. She felt his hand on her
breast, gently toying with her nipple, and that combined with his other
movement was enough to bring her to orgasm. She cried out and shuddered against
him, wrapping her legs around him tightly. When he felt she had finally
recovered, he rolled onto his back next to her, feeling her sticky wetness
along his balls and the underside of his still erect cock. He was surprised at
his stamina – despite the pleasure it gave him as he got her off, he had been
able to refrain from coming himself.

Lara lay on
her side next to him, her fingertips brushing along his chest and stomach. She
was still glowing, her brow damp with sweat. She trailed her fingers over every
exposed inch of Hillary’s body – over his flat stomach, his muscled arms, along
his smooth hipbone and down to his thighs, the inside of which were covered in
fine, blond hairs. Her hand headed upwards and she cupped his balls, enjoying how
soft and heavy they felt against the palm of her hand. His skin was warm there,
and felt even warmer where her hand trailed up along his rigid cock.

Hillary
watched her touching him, enjoying the feel of her hands along his most
sensitive appendage. He allowed himself to relax and let her pleasure him for a
bit. He was in no hurry, and knew that since Lara had come not too long ago,
she wasn’t rushed either. She caught him looking at her, and she smiled warmly.
He smiled back at her, shifting a bit closer.

“So…all
this time, and you never told me how you really felt,” Lara spoke. Her hand was
sliding back and forth over his cock, lightly pleasuring him.

“You didn’t
exactly come out and say anything either,” he retorted, one arm under his head,
the other around Lara. She smirked, looking down at her hand gently stroking
him.

“I know. I
wanted to, but I was afraid it would make things difficult for both of us.
After all, we started out as friends. I don’t want anything to take that away
from us.”

“And it won’t.
I promise you, Lara, that I will always be your friend.” He kissed the top of
her head as she rested against his shoulder. “We might have to hide the rest
from the outside world, but..”

“Behind
closed doors…” Lara finished, giving him a devilish grin. She tightened her
grip around his cock and he moaned in pleasure.

class=GramE>“Exactly.” He growled, and tilted his head down to kiss her.

Lara sat up
and placed her leg over him, straddling his waist. Her body was only an inch or
two above his, and his waiting cock twitched in anticipation. He shifted so
that he was sitting up, his back resting against her pillows. He covered Lara
and himself with her blanket, their upper bodies the only part of them exposed.
Lara’s large bed was soft and cozy, the blanket providing a
comfortable warmth. He rested his hands on her hips, and gently lowered
her onto him.

They both
gasped as he slid into her, his engorged cock stretching her silky walls. He
felt even bigger than she had remembered, but also recalled that she hadn’t
been thinking too straight the last time they were in this position. It felt
amazing, though, and she enjoyed the sensation of being completely filled as
she raised up and lowered herself onto him again.

Hillary had
to be honest – it had been a few years since he had made love. Lara wasn’t his
first and hadn’t been his last lover since that night, but he knew that she was
ultimately the best. They discovered that they had a natural rhythm with one
another that neither one had experienced with anyone else. As his hands guided
her hips up and down, he buried his face in her breasts, alternating on sucking
each of her nipples.

“Ah, mmm…”
She whimpered, unable to form any real words. Hillary involuntarily tightened
his grip around her, spurred on by her quickening pace. She watched his tongue
toying with her nipples and attempted to speak.

“Hilly…”
she began. “Do you love me?”

Hillary
looked up at her, his eyes full of lust. He gave a short, helpless laugh.

“Do I love
you?” He repeated. “What do you think?”

“Yes?” Lara
smiled, riding him harder. He smiled back, thrusting up into her.

“You would
be correct, then.” His breath quickened.
He knew that they weren’t going to last much longer. He could feel Lara begin
to contract around him, and judging by the sounds she was making, she was
starting to climax.

“Good, cos I
love you too.” She moaned, her orgasm tearing through her. While Lara came, Hillary
took the opportunity to finish himself off, and fucked
her hard and fast. He waited until her climax subsided, then allowed himself to
come, no longer holding back.

When Lara
moved from him, she felt his warm seed trickle out of her and down the inside
of her thighs. She knew that when she laid down, more
would spill onto her sheets. For some reason, she didn’t mind.

“I’ll have
to change these sheets later.” He mumbled into her hair, holding her from
behind. She laughed at the irony of it. Hillary was her lover, but he was also
her butler, and even after sharing an intimate moment with her, he still
thought of things like laundry.

“Oh do be
quiet and enjoy the moment, Hilly,” she teased, turning around to look at him. His
expression was calm and serene, relaxed. He leaned over and kissed her gently,
and she smiled against his lips.

“What was
that for?” She asked, pleased. He shrugged and looked at her sweetly.

“Just
something I’ve always wanted to do.”

“Well,”
Lara said, “in that case, feel free to do it as much and as often as you want.”
He grinned and kissed her again.

“Yes, m’lady.”