“No…no…I want to…but you know…it might get out and kind of impact you negatively.”
“Sonny, I’m not ashamed of being with you.” Of loving you. “I have no intention of hiding you or us from anyone ever. We are not my dirty, little secret,” Lara said firmly.
“Are you sure?” Sonny asked, quite taken aback. She knew how much Lara was risking with this.
“Okay…I’ll rethink the dirty part of it,” Lara said flirtatiously, “I want dirty from you,” she purred.
************
Lara was hyper-energised. Sonny’s going to be here in a short while. Each time that thought passed her mind there was an upsurge in her energy.
“Whoa! You’re glowing. You seem to really love readings or is it just the script, eh?” Justin grinned.
“Radiant and sparkling,” Amélie agreed, “Found someone last evening?” she teased.
Lara simply smiled in reply. Channel my inner Mona Lisa…maybe Sonny will be interested in going to Louvre with me…if I let her out of bed, Lara smiled to herself.
She was scheduled to do five readings. Intense scenes which would quite drain her. But there was no stopping her. She didn’t break for lunch and did eight, which meant she had the next day free since Amélie and the producers would do solos with call-backs and the day after that they’d be doing the first round of shortlisting of the second lead. This meant that Lara would be free for the next two days. Yesss!
******
It was almost eight by the time Lara reached the hotel. Sonny had reached Paris at five and she’d reached the hotel by six – an unusually long journey from the airport to the hotel thanks to the traffic. Tanu had texted Lara about Sonny’s arrival since calling was out of question during the readings. Lara asked Punk and Tanu to make themselves scarce from the room, knowing that Sonny didn’t particularly enjoy small talk or too much company – except for mine – but to hang around somewhere close to the hotel just in case Sonny needed something.
Lara decided not to intimate Sonny about her ETA but just turn up with champagne, macaroons and flowers – lots of flowers to express her boundless happiness.
“I’ll take those and split now,” Lara announced to her staff taking the champagne, macaroons and flowers from Thapa, her Man Friday, or dogsbody, really.
“Dinner?”
“I have a guest,” she twinkled, completely unable to control her joy. “Tanu, I’ll be forwarding my calls to your number. I’ll meet you guys on Tuesday at eleven a.m.”
“Wait, what?”…Punk.
“What if there’s an urgent call?”...Tanu.
“Lara, your never done the disappearing act before,”…Paula, her international agent.
“Tanu, there is nothing urgent in life. Paula, I’m not disappearing, I’m taking time for myself,” Lara smiled winningly.
“So we don’t see you or talk to you till Tuesday?”…Ashish, her manager.
“No,” Lara grinned happily. “I’m off now,” she stopped words spilling out of many mouths that opened. “Have a good one guys,” she turned and practically skipped to the elevators.
******
Lara knocked softly on the door to her suite. Yes, she had the key. Yes, it was her room. But it didn’t feel right to barge in. It just didn’t feel either right or respectful. But when we live together…the thought threw Lara for a loop. Was she really seeing her future – her life – with Sonny? Before she could collect herself, the door opened. And there Sonny was. Her majestic presence. A lop-sided smile spelling out her mad joy. Yes, I am…Lara got her answer as she smiled – more like radiated – back.
“Hey there,” Lara voice was soft with tenderness.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sonny seemed entirely awestruck. Lara blushed. Always…each and every time she compliments me.
Lara stepped in, not taking her eyes away from Sonny’s and unloaded her packages on the whatnot in the entryway. As soon as her arms were free, as one they moved into each other.
Lara wrapped her arms around Sonny’s shoulders snaking her fingers into the thick hair. Sonny wound her arms around Lara’s waist, one hand sliding down to her ass, drawing her close. The kiss was frantic missing. Their tongues battled and danced, devouring the other. Their bodies writhed, not able to get as close as they wanted. Hands wandered. They broke only when there was a real danger of passing out from lack of oxygen.
“Take me to bed, Sonny, ravish me…now,” Lara said urgently, shaking with arousal.
******
They’d lost their clothes by the time they reached the bad. Lara lay down on her back in the giant bed and shimmied upwards, their lips locked.
“God, I’ve missed you,” Lara sighed as Sonny moved over her neck.
“I’ve gone mad without you, babe,” Sonny rasped, her hand sliding down and between Lara’s legs. “I wanted to be slow and gentle, but I can’t,” she said huskily, apologetically.
“Fuck slow and gentle, Sonny, I need you inside me right now. Fuck me, sweetie…bang me hard,” Lara gasped jerking her hips upwards to meet Sonny’s fingers.
Sonny entered Lara’s slick hot wetness with two fingers and set up hard and fast rhythm which Lara met with furious thrusts of her hips. Sonny felt Lara’s vagina beginning to throb with her impending orgasm and flicked Lara’s clit with her thumb. The tiny touch was enough to send Lara spiralling. Lara gave a wordless cry scratching Sonny’s back hard and clenching herself hard around Sonny’s fingers.
Sonny rolled Lara’s clit, pressing it down slightly and Lara moved into a second orgasm before she’d come down from the first one. Sonny ran her thumb in circles around Lara’s clit, pressing inwards slightly and felt Lara’s convulsions start again and Lara’s fresh outpouring running over her fingers which were still inside Lara and run out over her hand and wrist. Sonny curled her fingers inside Lara’s hitting her g-spot perfect and pressed down before gently scratching it with the tips of her fingers. Lara screamed out loud as she was hit with an orgasm so huge that she went rigid and vibrated like a tightly drawn wire.
Sonny drank in the sight of the unravelling gloriousness and sensed that Lara wouldn’t be able to take any more. She held Lara close, placing butterfly kisses on her neck and shoulders, drizzling affection on her while she recovered.
Lara collapsed into Sonny after what felt like an age. She flitted her lips against Sonny’s shoulder indicating that she was back but too spent to do more that be held in Sonny’s warm embrace. “That was incredible,” she murmured, snuggling into Sonny and falling asleep.
When Lara got up from her short nap she was lying in the crook of Sonny’s shoulder. Sonny was lying on her back, her arm under Lara’s neck, loosely holding her, gently caressing Lara’s satiny skin under her fingers. Lara took a moment to look at Sonny’s profile quietly. Her heart expanded with feeling. She nuzzled the crook of Sonny’s neck humming against the skin.
“You’re like a cat,” the smile was evident in Sonny’s voice.
“I feel like a cat, purring and rubbing my satisfaction all over you,” Lara purred in agreement and Sonny gently scratched Lara’s back. “You’re treating me like a cat,” Lara giggled, “But I love it.”
Lara looked up a Sonny, “Hi,” she said softly.
“I felt lost without you,” the words were out of Sonny like she couldn’t hold them back.
“I know…I felt completely adrift,” Lara matched Sonny’s seriousness.
They looked at each other for a moment which was getting heavier and heavier with swirling words and emotions.
“Sweetie, can I…?” Lara let the question trail but Sonny knew what she was asking. “Don’t need it,” she said.
“You know, I read about anorgasmia. Apparently it causes a lot of frustration.”
“It doesn’t for me,” Sonny assured her. “What studies, reports and medical conclusions say are the generalisations. I guess every individual experiences things differently.”
“So you’re okay with it?”
“And you’ll tell me when you want me to…?”
“Yes.”
“Can I ask you something, sweetie?”
“You know you can ask me anything.”
“Have you tried to find out the reason for your anorgasmia?”
“Not professionally but from everything I read up, I’ve come to my own conclusions. I think it primarily because of poor body image and secondarily because I never felt safe enough with anyone to totally let go, so that would come under the generic term of embarrassment.”
“Why do you think the primary factor is poor body image?”
“When I entered my teens and started using the pillow to get off – much later I realised that even at that time I didn’t always orgasm. So I assume it must be because I’ve always been fat. But I don’t know. Maybe it is possible to just be this way without any real reason – maybe it is one more colour on the asexuality spectrum or something. Does it bother you, babe?”
“Only that I may not be giving you what you need or want.”
“Remember I’d told you all my fantasies have been about making love to someone else?”
“Yeah.”
“I get everything and then some from you…even in my fantasies I hadn’t imagined someone as responsive – as precious – as you.”
Lara smiled, but still worried. “Honey, promise me you’ll tell me whenever you want me to…”
“I will. But a fair warning to you, I may still want my pillow once is a while. That doesn’t reflect on you in any way, okay?”
“Okaaay,” Lara sounded unsure.
“Seriously babe…that pillow thing…it’s just me, okay? Nothing to do with you, what you do or your willingness. You need to trust me on this. Please.”
“Okay.”
“You know masturbation is a thing even when people have partners.”
“Seriously?” For all of Lara’s huge exposure of the world, there were things that were completely new to her. Clearly shed never really had intimate discussions about sex or ever wondered about it enough to try and find out either via conversations or on the internet. She was almost completely innocent about closeness.
“Yes. In fact, masturbating with your partner watching is also a thing.”
“What’s the point?” Lara looked confused.
“Some people get turned on by watching others masturbate. Kind of exhibitionism and voyeurism.”
Lara seemed to think about it. “No,” she said quite firmly.
“Good, especially considering neither of us, you know, really masturbates.”
“When I can have you touching me, why would I touch myself?” Lara looked at Sonny from under her lashes. “And you know, I really, really want you to have the same from me.”
“I do have that,” Sonny assured Lara. “But you do know we can take it as it comes without making hard-bound rules and boundaries,” she added.
“Yes…there is always that. Who knew that I would be multi-orgasmic and hyper-sexual?” Lara chuckled rolling over to get up. “I got us champagne and macaroons,” she said. “I was supposed to greet you with those,” she added regretfully.
“I appreciate the thought, but I preferred the greeting you gave me,” Sonny grinned wickedly.
******
“So what do you think?” Lara asked Sonny as they were finishing their dinner. They’d ordered room service to augment their meal of champagne and macaroons.
“I think you won’t get a better vehicle to launch your company,” Sonny said. “I’ve been thinking about it and I feel that becoming a producer is the natural growth path for you. Of course, you can also encash on your personal fame and get into fashion, perfumes and things like that, but you can do it along with production. In any case, I feel that fashion labels will have a limited run on only your personal branding. Plus, from what I know of you, you’d enjoy being in the creative parts of films more than fashions. But if you want to get into fashion, you’ll need to give it more serious thought…damn, I’m rambling. But yes, I think getting into production is a genius idea and Situation would be ideal.
“I think you should have a parent company in which you have computer graphics and animation as one vertical and production and/or financing as a second vertical. That way you’ll be able to track expenses and incomes from both separately plus one can offset the costs of the other.”
Lara smiled at Sonny pleased with how seriously she’d taken this. She liked the fact Sonny had obviously spent time thinking about what all Lara could do. Knowing Sonny, she would also have checked all precedents, how they worked out and what Lara would need to do if she wanted to choose something else.
“These are just the first thoughts,” Sonny said a little self-consciously. “We can work out more details and nitty-gritties as we move forward. Like maybe something for just regional language movies maybe something for ad-filmmaking…?”
We…Sonny had said ‘we’. Lara couldn’t concentrate on much after that. Sonny had entwined herself with Lara’s future. Lara felt a thrill pass through her.
******
Nothing felt more natural than being together. It was the most normal thing to have dinner together and then return to the bedroom for the night. It felt regular and domesticated to Lara to turn down the bed while Sonny brushed her teeth and changed and then to go to the en suite while Sonny waited for her.
Sonny had switched off the lights, leaving just the bedside lamp on and was reading on her Kindle when Lara walked in. She looked up at the sound of the door opening. Lara felt Sonny’s gaze devour her naked body and she immediately felt the reaction between her legs as her cunt swelled and grew heavy with moisture.
“I’m crazy about your night dress,” Sonny said as Lara climbed into bed and crawled towards her.
“Is that so?” Lara purred laying partially over Sonny. “What do you like about it?” she quirked a brow at Sonny.
“The texture,” Sonny ran her hands over Lara’s back and sides, “The fit,” she continued, caressing the sides of Lara’s breasts with her thumbs in a touch that was more sensual than sexual, “The attitude,” she claimed Lara’s waiting lips in a breathtaking kiss, turning them over so that she was topping Lara who now lay on her back.
Sonny moved downwards – kissing, licking, nibbling, caressing. She worshipped every millimetre of Lara with unhurriedly and worshipfully. They discovered just how sensitive Lara’s back was. How nibbling and licking the curve of her waist drew out the most beautiful sounds. The sides and undersides of her breasts were as sensitive as her nipples.
Lara was dripping wet, soaking the sheets below by the time Sonny reached her hipbone. Her hips were already straining upwards. “Sonny, touch me…touch my cunt,” she moaned.
Situating herself between Lara’s legs, Sonny slid her shoulders under Lara’s thighs. She looked up to catch Lara’s heated gaze over her heaving breasts. Sonny bent down to Lara’s centre that was expelling heat, fluids and a perfume of pure lust.
Sonny parted the swollen lips and blew a steady sharp breath on Lara’s clit. Lara cried out loud at the sensation. Sonny licked the tip of Lara’s clit with the tip of her tongue, making Lara groan gutturally and clutch the hair on the back of Sonny’s head. Sonny placed the softest of kisses on the peak of the bundle of quivering nerves and Lara’s hips jerked upwards wildly.
Sonny folded on of Lara’s knees holding it around the thigh and placed the other hand on Lara’s flat abdomen to hold her down. Sonny unhurriedly nuzzled Lara’s cunt and rained kisses down her slit. Lara grabbed the sheets beside her with one hand and clutch the hair at the back of Sonny’s head harder.
When Sonny reached the lowest point from where fluid was freely seeping out, she flicked out the point of her tongue to reach the source and taste it, lick it up. Lara let out a series of soft moans and spread her legs further apart wordlessly begging Sonny to get there fast.
Sonny flattened her tongue and ran it up through the heated wetness. Lar
a groaned a hauntingly intimate primordial sound. Sonny ran her tongue around Lara entrance and the spasms of Lara stomach couple with the fresh rush of fluid gushing out indicated the first of waves of her orgasm had started.
Sonny closed her lips around Lara’s clit twisting it ever so slightly between her lips. Lara practically levitated upwards. Holding Lara firmly in place with her hand on Lara’s abdomen, Sonny sucked Lara’s clit sneaking in frequent flicks with her tongue. Lara’s creamy discharge came in tandem with her loud cries and the wanton writhing of her hips.
Sonny slipped in two fingers into Lara and started pumping into her with measured strokes while running her tongue around Lara’s clit. Moans, cries, screams…Lara was uncontrollable as she came again. And then when Sony curled her fingers in the right place, rubbing quickly, Lara completely lost it, jerking up with a series of feminine cries as she turned into a blubbering mess.
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