Lyra believes she has a reasonable handle on her life. Or so she thought, until her life was interrupted by a charismatic French dancer. She faces competition from other women, interference from her family, and a man from a past relationship that wa...
Laurent moved over to make room for her to sit. She shrugged and sat beside him. He pointed at strange color in the sky, it looked like fireworks but there was no sound. They sat and watched for several minutes before Laurent lifted her hand to his lips then laced his fingers through hers.
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Lyra smiled at Laurent then looked back at the colorful sky show. The colors were beautiful and vibrant. The designs were breathtaking. She couldn't help feeling happy and relaxed. Lyra leaned against his shoulder and he leaned his head against hers.
When the sky show was over Laurent laid down and curled up on his side. She tried to move but he didn’t let her.
“You want me to stay?” She looked at him but he never spoke. She scooted down beside him and pulled the sheet over him with her other hand.
As soon as she laid her head down, he moved their joined hands to his chest. Lyra watched him sleep with a slight smile on his face until her eyelids drifted closed.
Laurent woke up hungry. He started to get up then realized he was laying beside Lyra and holding her hand. He moved closer to her. Her breath tickled against his chest but he didn’t care. He smiled wrapping his arms around her and drifted back to sleep.
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Lyra kissed Laurent as others cheered and wished them congratulations. He smiled happily as he lead her through the crowd of people throwing confetti to the back of a car. He quickly pulled her hand to his kissing her ring while gazing deeply into her eyes.
“Mine.” He growled possessively as he pushed her white dress up and out of the way as he ducked under the skirt.
He licked up her thighs until he reached the small lace barrier between him and his prize.
He grabbed a firm hold of the lace and yanked it out the way. His tongue lapped at her juices before he licked circles around her button.
She gasped when he started to suck and flick his tongue against her nob.
“Laurent?” Lyra moaned.
Laurent moved her legs over his shoulders as his tongue wandered down her folds. He kissed her moist lips as he slid his tongue into her cavern slowly sinking deeper inside. He massaged her button until Lyra started to convulsed around his tongue. He slowly licked up to her sensitive nub kissing it softly. He pushed her top over her head as he kissed up her stomach, licked her breasts and kissed each nipple.
