Lara,
Lara was lying beneath Aditya. Her delicate body trembled slightly from excitement as he hovered over her.
Her innocent eyes stared at him. Her cheeks were flushed red.
Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
"I-It's Lara's turn..." She whispered before swallowing nervously.
"Yes, it is!" Aditya smirked before running his fingers from her lips to her throat, then between her breasts and down her flat stomach until he reached her lower mouth. But then he stopped.
It wasn't the right time.
Lara was different from other girls.
She is delicate as a flower and has to be treated with gentleness.
Aditya understood that not each of his women loved it when he was rough with them. Till now, he did not dare to be rough with her, fearing that she might hate it. Besides ,he loved having gentle sex with her.
His lips met soft and warm lips.
