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The treasure at home

Disclaimer:The characters Lara and Hillary do not belong to me. I took them from the movies "Lara Croft: Tomb Raider" and "Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life", produced by British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC), Eidos Interactive Ltd., KFP Produktions GmbH & Co. KG and several other companies. No money are being made from this story.

Summary: Lady Lara Croft, age 18, decides to lose her virginity and enrols the help of her butler. She tries not to enjoy it very much, but Hillary takes his time to make the event memorable.
15 years later, Lara is alone, after she alienated all men who have ever tried to get close to her and she has to admit to herself that she had not forgotten Hillary’s performance.

Special thanks to midnightheartofoasis who beta read it with an inspiring swiftness!

Lady Lara Croft, age 18 – September 1987

Her birthday party had lasted three whole days and nights. The fourth mourning was the first quiet one. When Lara left her chambers around noon she found the castle perfectly clean again. The young woman raised her eyebrow as she noticed the spotless rooms. She could remember spilled drinks and broken flowerpots, but there was no trace of the party in any of the eighty-three rooms.
Lara stopped on the terrace and she was looking at the vast land stretching before her thinking that she would give it all up to have her father back.
“Coffee, lady Croft?”
Her butler was one step behind her holding a tray.
“Thank you, Hillary.” She whispered taking a steaming cup.
It was just the way she liked it, black, bitter and very warm. Hillary wouldn’t get it any other way than perfect. When the brown liquid touched her lips she realized how much she needed a coffee. She needed it almost as badly as she needed a hug. He had only offered her the coffee and she could not ask for more.
She took a second sip and considered the issue more in depth. The caffeine was working its magic through her nervous system and Lara decided she didn’t really need a hug. It was enough that he was there and he always knew what to do to make her feel better.
The butler was retreating with his ghost-like discretion when he heard Lara’s voice calling his name.
“Hillary!”
He stopped and turned to face her, waiting for new orders.
“Thank you.”
“You have already, m’lady.”
The man felt awkward because he understood what the second thank you was for. He was just doing his job; Hillary kept telling himself while helping Lara with her homework or following her at the riding lessons.
Was it also part of his job to feel his heart burst with pride when she proved such a quick study at whatever subject he was helping her? Was it his job to be out of his mind with worry when her horse was acting up, almost throwing her off?
Yes, of course it was. Richard Croft had hired him to take care of his daughter first and his house second. The late lord Croft had been quite clear what the priorities were; the manor could burn to the ground as long as Lara was safe.
Lara smiled at his embarrassment. It was an innocent, sunny, grateful smile that was more precious to Hillary than all his wages. The smile was going to change very much in the years to come, it was going to become more ironic, self-confident, and utterly sensual. All her smiles would touch him without fail, but none as much as this one. When she was smiling like this, he could see all the way to her beautiful soul.
Lara’s gaze followed him as he disappeared towards the kitchen. She was unable to put into words the strange yearning that had been haunting her for months. Not even Hillary’s presence had been enough to calm it. Lara resented this lingering need that burrowed through her without pause, without mercy. She had hoped that this indistinct yearning would disappear if she traveled, but she had not been able to outrun it even taking a journey around the world. She had arrived home just as confused.
This was a low blow, however. She had left the University’s tensed atmosphere, she had traveled through far away lands, she had done her best to use excitement and novelty to stifle this persistent hunger, and she failed. She sportingly accepted defeat in her battle with her natural instincts, but she had not expected this. She had banked on finding peace in the ancestral home of the Crofts. She always had before. Croft Manor had always been a safe haven for her, an epitome of safety in a world of dangerous treasures and treacherous friends.
‘Let’s think this through rationally!’ Lara said to herself, valiantly ignoring the headache.
There was nothing reasonable about her little problem. It was only natural for a girl of eighteen to have these needs. There was no beating around the bushes: she needed to get laid. None of her friends was a virgin anymore, but Lara wasn’t one to succumb to peer pressure. Her body was screaming for a mate. It was nothing more natural than that. She had struggled against this need out of pure principle. She did not want to give in to such a powerful instinct. It was a matter of control.
However much she tried, she was losing this battle. Neither dueling in the fencing club, nor martial arts training, not even fighting Hillary until she was out of breath and covered in bruises, none of these tricks was enough anymore. No matter how physically exhausted she was, at the end of the day her body was still on fire and all the showers in the world could not cool her off.
One thing was clear: she needed to put out this blaze that was raging trough her, robbing her of her precious control. Once the decision was taken, another point became clear; she was not going to settle for a random boy who happened to pass through her life at that moment. She was at a loss. Nobody she knew was worthy of being her first.

Hillary stepped in her bedroom expecting to find a totally alien terrain. He stopped in the middle of the room shocked by the familiar scene; Lara hadn’t done anything special to the room. He shouldn’t have been surprised; she rarely changed anything without talking first with him.
He was nervous. He still couldn’t believe she had talked him into it. It was completely unlike him to take the role of lady Chatterley’s lover.
Lara heard him enter the bedroom and she felt her knees a little weaker. She was still in time to change her mind. The girl looked at her image in the full-length mirror without seeing it. Her heart was pounding, her palms were sweating and her cheeks were in flames. She reminded herself why she was doing this; she couldn’t go on anymore with those wild needs roaming through her, unable to concentrate properly. She craved peace of mind again. She needed to regain control.
This is where Hillary came into the picture. She trusted him. She even liked him. He was dependable and fun to be around, in a peaceful sort of way. He could cook, he could help with her homework, he could always say the right thing, he could make her smile at the saddest times, he could help her train at martial arts and if he could do all those things, surely he could help her with this annoying little problem. He could be trusted to guide her… to teach her.
Yes. Hillary could be trusted.
The dependable Hillary was already at the door by the time she got out of the bathroom. His right hand gripped the doorknob desperate to get out of that room and that situation. He made the fatal mistake to turn his head towards her, in an attempt to talk his way out. She deserved to be looked in the eye while being rejected. He just turned his head to apologize.
All the “you should do this with someone you love” speech faded from his brain when he saw her. He had decided long ago that she was the most beautiful human being he would ever see in his life, but he had never seen her or dreamt he would ever see her like this.
Lara was wearing a long silk negligee, her hair was cascading freely on her shoulders and her face was visibly flushed.
Hillary’s thoughts of escape disappeared in front of this wondrous sight.
He felt uncomfortably overdressed for the occasion, as his body temperature skyrocketed.
The man realized he was still at the door when Lara started to walk towards him. Only the last rays of the sunset lighted the room. He let go of the doorknob and turned his whole body around, facing her. She seemed to be miles away and her slow advance was frustratingly arousing.
The girl wondered where was she getting the strength to continue, because her legs seemed made of jelly and the distance between Hillary and her appeared to increase with every step she took towards him. She tried not to think she might crumble at any second.
‘What’s the matter with me? It’s just Hillary.’ She scolded herself.
But it wasn’t “just Hillary” she noticed. This man was looking at her with an eerie intensity. She tried to look away from his hypnotic gaze and that only made things worse. She liked her Hillary, but this Hillary standing few feet from her was not likable. This one was attractive.
He was wearing his customary white shirt with the first two buttons undone, an allowance he made to his uniform only late at night when he was very tired and everyone else was asleep.
She looked at his muscular frame, remembering the way it felt in combat, wishing she could discover it all over again in these new circumstances. The room was too dim to see his pulse racing through that vein she had been privileged to notice whenever she would corner him in a fight. Thinking back, she wondered why she never had the impulse to put her lips on it when it was mere inches away from her mouth.
Lara couldn’t stop her hand from wondering on his broad chest. She enjoyed the feel of cotton under her fingers and she soon became more daring, ventured on his neck, then upwards, on his face.
She traced the contour of his jaw with her long, slender fingers, the tenderness of the touch making the man close his eyes. She studied his features with her fingers as well as her eyes. She took some time to caress the small scar on his right jaw. She had wondered about that one, but he had never said how he’d got it. She intended to ask, but the question melted in the whirl of sensations crowding her brain.
She could feel her heart pulsating at the tips of her fingers when she touched his lips. Hillary didn’t dare to open his eyes, scared by the intensity of his body’s response to her touch. He was supposed to be guiding her through her first sexual experience, but he was overwhelmed by the girl’s innate sensuality.
Lara couldn’t believe how much pleasure she got just exploring his upper body and watching his reactions. She cupped his face with her palm and rubbed her thumb over his lips. They parted slightly as the man emitted a low sound. Lara shivered feeling his grunt vibrate through her body that was already as tensed as a violin string. Her hands slid from his face into his hair, tangling themselves in it, ruffling his short, severe haircut.
She moved closer to him, their bodies still weren’t touching, but she was enveloped in his powerful magnetic field.
Hillary felt her breath on his cheek and opened his eyes. She was so close to him it made him dizzy. He studied her face again and he was pleased to notice she was just as aroused and confused as he was. Her eyes seemed hazy with desire, her cheeks were red and he could almost feel that they were hot, and her mouth… She wasn’t smiling… but she was terribly attractive in her unashamed desire. She must have bitten her lips several times in the past few minutes because they were red and swollen.
Lara never bites her lip, Hillary thought. He was still entranced by the beautiful sight when she did it again. Her teeth sank into the red flesh, showing an insecurity that was totally out of character for her. He found this as attractive as it was unusual. He didn’t even realize he decided to kiss her when he found himself doing it.
Lara felt the dry, cracked lips of her butler touch her skin for the first time and the result was an unbelievable arousal. Physically, he was only touching her lips, but the effect was a thousand times more intense between her legs.
Her fingers were still in his hair and she clutched them in it painfully when the kiss became frustrating. She opened her mouth, awaiting his reaction. The unexpected pain caused Hillary to open his mouth in surprise. He was further taken aback when her tongue flicked over his lips, and then resolutely slid in his mouth.
Lara was an expert kisser and she found Hillary’s shyness quite arousing. His tongue played with hers, but didn’t dare to take control. Lara pressed her body against his and made the kiss more aggressive. She was glad to find herself in control. That meant her plan was working. She would deal with this virginity nonsense in no time!
Hillary trembled when he felt the girl’s body moulding to his own. There was a particular part of his anatomy that was uncomfortably prominent for the moment. It was that part of him that he had never envisaged showing to the young lady Croft. Although he had entered her bedchambers with the purpose of relieving Lara of her virginity he had somehow ignored a very obvious detail: she was going to have to see and feel his manhood for the deed to be done.
Lara was thoroughly enjoying the situation. Kissing a dazed and aroused Hillary was unexpectedly delicious and her daring initiative to plaster herself all over him added the bonus of feeling his hardness poking through her silky nightgown. She thought it opportune to be even more in control. They were still close to the door and she decided to push him against it without breaking the kiss. She was slightly bothered that his hands were not touching her yet, but she knew it was due to his sense of transgressing the boundaries of their respective roles. By this time, her usual kissing partners were fumbling towards second base, drooling.
The man found himself pinned to the door by the thin muscular young body. He didn’t usually mind being ordered around by this teenager, but this was different. He wasn’t one of her toys! There was something familiar about the situation, though. It felt like one of their sparing matches. Presumably, she wasn’t too happy with his compliant attitude.
Lara felt him tense all of a sudden.
‘Oh, he’s not having second thoughts!’ She was slightly annoyed, suspecting him of falling for his typical English sense of propriety.
He was not having second thoughts. The man placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer, grinding her body against his. Lara moaned startled by the feel of his hardened flesh clearly pressed against her. This moment of surprise gave him the opportunity to take control of the kiss. Hillary’s tongue penetrated her mouth and Lara’s world seemed to swivel.
Hillary’s left arm snaked around her waist, keeping her pressed against him while his right hand supported her head during the increasingly aggressive exploration of her mouth. It was Lara’s turn to close her eyes, trying to cope with the flood of sensations. Her hands had left his hair and they were now gripping his shoulders as though she was afraid she might fall.
She felt a wave of cold air when Hillary abandoned her mouth, but she didn’t have time to regain her composure because the kisses trailing down her neck were making the heat between her thighs become unbearable. Lara moaned loudly and held on to him even tighter when his mouth focused on a spot on her neck, beneath her left ear. His lips and his teeth were teasing her skin, making her shiver. She could hear his heavy breathing revealing an arousal equal to hers. This knowledge served to increase the wetness between her legs.
“Oh, God, I want you!”
Lara understood she had said that aloud when Hillary stopped what he was doing so successfully and stood up straight.
‘You’re sure?’ he wanted to ask her, bdecidecided he couldn’t take the chance that she might change her mind. Instead he leaned over and kissed her again.
A sweet, soft, butterfly kiss, then he took her hand and walked her towards the bed. Hillary surprised himself with this uncanny cool head. He was sexually aroused, no doubt about that, but there was no hesitation in him. He was going to make everything perfect for her. The long silent hand in hand walk towards her bed was the only chance he gave her to tell him to stop.
Lara followed him in silence like a schoolgirl. They walked hand in hand the entire length of the bedroom without a word. She felt strangely powerless in the dimly moonlit atmosphere. They must have been kissing for a long time because the sun had set, leaving the room in almost perfect darkness. She could still make out his white shirt and she stepped closer to him, needing to breath in his smell. She had always associated Hillary’s scent with safety, but from that moment on the smell of freshly laundered cotton clothes would turn her on and her wildest orgasms would happen between clean white cotton sheets.
Hillary set her on the edge of the bed and proceeded to take of his shirt. Lara raised her arms and pulled him closer. He reluctantly obeyed and he did not regret it when he felt her hands unbuttoning his shirt and he had the pleasure of her fingers trailing adoringly through his chest hair.
She began to unbutton his trousers, but Hillary stopped her. He wasn’t sure he could trust his reactions if she kept touching him. Lara leaned back on her elbows, and then made her way up on the bed until she was stretched on its length. Hillary was glad that she was offering her body so willingly, but he was unpleasantly surprised when light pierced his armour of obscurity. She had stretched towards the night lamp on the bedside table. She wanted to be seen and she wanted to see him. He had no problem with the first part, she was an awesome sight, but he was the type of English gentleman who would’ve preferred not to be in the room while getting undressed, let alone have a perfect looking woman watch him doing it. A peculiar mixture of propriety and awkward modesty washed over him. Her fresh perfection in comparison with the body he saw in his mirror every day was almost daunting.
He had no idea how handsome he appeared to his young lover. Lara had trouble swallowing when he was suddenly bathed in the discreet light. He took off his shird Lad Lara’s gaze swept over his biceps shaped by hard work not by training in a gym. She remembered rubbing his shoulders one evening in an unusual attack of altruism therefore she knew very well how sturdy they were and how the muscles felt beneath his clothes. She was now prey to a compelling need to rub him with warm scented oil.
Hillary decided to postpone dealing with the trousers issue. He spread her legs apart, kneeled between them, and leaned over her. His body was now parallel to hers though not touching it. He propped himself on his elbows and only tilted his head to capture her mouth in another kiss. Apparently, when in doubt he couldn’t go wrong with a kiss. He felt Lara wriggle under him in reaction to it. She tried to pull him down, on top of her, but the man had a different agenda.
He sustained his whole body on the left elbow and caressed her neck gently with his right hand. Lara purred delighted and she was more than happy to help with his attempt to get her out of her nightgown. When his fingers pulled the thin left strap of her negligee, she obligingly lifted her left shoulder. They repeated the movement with the right. Hillary backed off onto his knees, pulling the silky material down her body while Lara snaked her body to release the fabric. When her chest was in the air and he exposed her breasts from the flimsy enclosure of her nightie he couldn’t help passing his thumbs over her hardened nipples. She sighed so loudly that Hillary nearly forgot his intention of taking a long time to make love to her. He did not stop sliding her nightshirt off her, but the movement slowed almost to a stand still on her hips when he lowered his mouth to taste her breast.
Lara clutched the sheets in ecstasy when his tongue first touched her nipple. She hated him when he stopped sucking it, replacing the action with an almost chaste goodbye kiss. His hands resumed their downward trajectory and his kisses followed. Soon, the nightshirt covering her body was just a memory, lying discarded on the floor.
Hillary stood up by the end of the bed, taking in the splendour of the naked lady Croft. By now, she wore only a pair of lacy panties. He remembered seeing them when he arranged her clothes and wondering who would be the lucky guy who was going to take them off her. He swallowed a knot, realizing it was going to be him.
Lara looked up and she was relieved to see him watching her hungrily, not guiltily. She still feared he might snap out of the amazing trance he was in and leave her there, more out of control than ever.
‘Control,’ she thought. ‘He seems so bloody in control.’ But she didn’t have the resources needed to react.
It seemed to take him forever to absorb her beauty. By the time he moved again even the self-confident Lara Croft began to feel insecure and vulnerable and she brought her legs together. Hillary smiled and spread them again, settling himself between them. His elbows were positioned a lot lower this time. He placed them on either side of her hips and his fingers intruded resolutely under the elastic of her black lace panties. She was shocked to feel her body react before her brain and lift itself to allow him to take off the last pesky obstacle between her and release.
She didn’t see him smiling, but she could guess he did. He left her in the air, without any intention to remove the knickers. He just leaned his head again to taste her skin. His lips settled on the right hip bone, which he guessed it was her least erogenous spot in the whole area.
Lara let her body down on the bed again, frustrated by his delaying tactics. His tongue ventured away from that relatively uninteresting zone. It reached the edge of her panties and his fingers tugged the lace a little. He grinned when Lara offered assistance again, elevating her back and again he refused to take them off. He put his left arm beneath her and sustained her in the air while he tormented her with kisses a few inches higher than the place she wanted to be kissed.
The game was taking its toll on the man as well and his nostrils soon flared wickedly assaulted by her youthful feminine smell. His coolness dissolved in an urgent need and he did what he had wanted to do for about half an hour when he saw her wearing nothing but the fragile triangle of lace. He ripped the panties off in a swift move and to his delight he heard Lara’s guttural cry of approval.
Hillary looked at her while delving into her raven curls, already wet from his incessant stimulation. She kept her eyes closed and her hands clutching the sheets desperately. He passed his thumb over the hot swollen core of her desire. She moaned again, surprised of how different his touch felt from hers. She had tried to release her desire on her own time and again, but it never felt as intense as it did now. Hillary paid attention to her body language with every caress he experimented. The softer his touch, the more powerful was her reaction. However, when his mouth replaced his fingers, everything changed. The harder he sucked at her, the more passionate was her reaction. He supported her in the air with both hands, tasting her as if she were an exquisite fruit.
Lara’s control was long lost, but she eventually got scared of the escalating intensity of her feelings and she pulled Hillary’s hair until he stopped and looked at her inquisitive.
“I want you inside me!” she moaned in the most assertive tone she could muster.
She would never forget Hillary’s ambiguous smile when he answered.
“Lady Croft, allow me to do the best I can.” He said and returned to his passionate exploration of her limits.
Her brain did not understand half the words in the haze of erotic excitement, but she figured that he had refused to obey her command.
Despite his bravado, Hillary was not opposed to entering her body right that moment. He decided to make her come this way first and then get his own orgasm, preferably in time to offer her a second one.
Lara felt his tongue flicking faster and faster over her pulsating nub and prepared herself for a grand finale. The tension was building up onto a plateau of sexual ecstasy the way it happened when she was attending to her own needs. The exception was that the orgasm that ensued was longer and more explosively than ever before.
Hillary had expected it and he did not slow the rhythm when her body started shaking and he did his best to stay the course when her tangled legs hauled him towards her centre. She was contracting rhythmically and he stood his ground, offering constant stimulation as much as he could with the little room for manoeuvre her thighs allowed him.
Lara was still throbbing wildly, but her thighs relaxed and allowed him to breath normally again. Hillary looked at her and decided to continue in a different tone. He varied the rhythm of his lapping, placed her back on the bed and sneaked his right hand back between her legs. He enclosed her clit in his mouth and sucked gentler than before while he lubricated his fingers in her freely flowing juices, then looking at her intently for any signs of discomfort he slid a finger inside her.
Her reaction was instantaneous.
“Oh, God, yes!” was enough for Hillary to know he was on the right track.
He began to build up another orgasm and he was soon rewarded with another violent earthquake shaking his lover’s body.
When the second orgasm faded, Hillary climbed next to her in bed. Lara immediately folded into his arms. His right hand glided over her body and cupped her softly, relishing the occasionalsm osm of her fading climax.
He held her in his arms, heroically ignoring his painful erection. She was happy and that was all that mattered for the moment.
“Hillary?” She whispered a few minutes later.
“Yes.” His voice was muffled in her ebony hair.
“I still want you inside me.” She was glad he couldn’t see her face. Lara hated blushing.
“I’ll be only too happy to comply, m’lady.”
Lara found it a little difficult to conciliate what he had made her feel with him still calling her “m’lady”, even jokingly.
Hillary rose from the bed and proceeded to finally take off his trousers. He was a lot more relaxed about it now. The part of his brain usually tending to his neurosis was overwhelmed by the physical urgency of releasing the accumulated sexual tension.
Lara watched him undress and all of a sudden the hour his mouth had spent attending to her seemed to vanish and she felt worried again, and afraid of him.
Several months earlier, Lara had thought she had noticed Hillary’s erection when he came back from the pool wearing only a bathrobe. She now knew she had been wrong. The small lump in front of his bathrobe could not have been a sign of his fully erect cock. She was not yet an expert in this field, but her expectations had been low in comparison to the hard reality.
Hillary reached in the pocket of his pants and Lara saw him preparing to put on a condom. She didn’t know why, but that was not what she wanted.
“No!” He heard her and he looked up, able to disguise the disappointment. “No condom. I trust you.”
The “are you sure?” line didn’t make it out of his brain all the way to his lips. He could be trusted. He had always been careful before. His blood tests were recent. He wanted this to be as perfect for her as he could do it.
The part of him that wanted to feel her velvety walls enclose his flesh without any bothersome layer of rubber between them kept diplomatically quiet while voting to observe her very sensible request.

Hillary found this part to be more a lot more difficult than anything he had ever attempted. The last time he had been with a virgin was so long ago, when he was almost as inexperienced as his girlfriend. For that moment in his sexual development he had been glad that he finished the task in one sitting, with no thoughts of transporting the girl beyond the novelty and pain of the experience. He had had a lot of practice since then and his expectations of himself were quite higher now. He was a man who prided himself with a job well done.
He cared so deeply for the innocent girl who had chosen him to be her first that he hesitated for a second. The moment passed unobserved through Lara’s incipient panic and he settled himself between her thighs for the third time that night.
The man smiled at Lara’s brave attempt to hide her anxiety. He did the one thing that was giving her confidence as he had learned that night that. He kissed her and he was happy to see her relax again. Although he was on top of her he allowed Lara to control the kiss. She was so delighted to have his mouth to play with that she forgot to be afraid when she felt him at her entrance. She was still wet from the previous session, but his closeness and caresses were turning her on more and more until she was in the same state of frustration she had been before the two orgasms.
The kiss became more ravenous as her instincts took over her. The girl wrapped her legs around his waist unconsciously.
She remembered wishing to touch him there when his swollen cock began its journey inside her. It felt so big and hard and at the same time smooth and delightful. Lara felt her walls stretching to welcome his girth and she lost control of the kiss. Hillary’s tongue swirled around hers one more time before he broke the connection to speak.
“It’s going to hurt a little.”
His voice was husky and Lara guessed it took a lot of restrain for him not to thrust madly into her.
“Jesus, Hillary, if I can’t take pain I don’t know who can?” she tried to reassure him between moans.
Hillary clutched the sheets in order to stop his hips from pushing full force. He kissed the tip of her nose and said in an anguished voice.
“It’s not the same, Lara. You’re not prepared for pain the way you are when you fight.”
“No, you will not stop!” she said indignantly, guessing a budding cowardice.
“God help me, I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.” He said, resuming his movement.
She was beginning to accustom with the rhythm of his entry and withdrawal and she even tried to match it with her own timid attempts to get him deeper into her. She closed her eyes again and allowed her body to be transported in another dimension by the sheer pleasure of the steady friction.
Hillary finally created a comfortable rhythm within her tight confines when he felt the obstacle. He buried his face in her neck and bit her playfully. He knew the technique was to bite her hard enough to distract her attention from the other pain, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Lara could hear the gasping breath of a man in pain and she wished to end his torment at once with hers. When Hillary withdrew again she prepared herself to meet his next push, which she knew it was going to be ler.ler.
She was of course right and Hillary was surprised to feel his cock break into her despite his carefully calculated penetration. She was about to tell him everything was all right, the small sting was nothing compared to the pleasure he was providing, but Hillary decided to finish what she had started. He withdrew very little and then pushed hard, tearing her apart. He was prepared to welcome Lara’s cry of pain in a bitter-sweet kiss.
The unexpected pain brought tears to her eyes, but they were never shed because Hillary’s rhythm became constant again and arousal soon replaced any trace of hurt. He kept the thrusts short and gentle until he was fairly sure she had got over the pain and then he began to pump harder. He was definitely doing the right thing because Lara’s hands had left the crumpled sheets and they were making marks on his back.
Her nails dug deep into his shoulders and she cried out: “Oh, God, that’s amazing!” when he plunged forcefully into her. He did it again and again and again until he felt her legs clamping painfully around him, and she positioned herself to take him in completely denying him retreat. He felt her vibrating around him and he barely managed to wait for her contractions to grow weaker to extricate himself from the tight enclosure of her thighs and pull out of her. Lara opened her eyes when she felt his seed rain warmly on her belly.
He worried she might dislike his action, but he was surprised to see her dip a finger in the fluid and lick it clean.
Hillary climbed off her and kissed her while walking her to the shower. He was foaming her still shaking body when he murmured in her ear.
“Mmm, I’d like a Quatroformaggio pizza with extra olives.”
I have at least another chapter in mind. If I get some nice reviews I might post it!
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