by S. K. Lessly
“I wanna come, please baby, please.” I wasn’t above begging for it and with the way he was looking at me, he was going to deliver.
He slid further up my body until his lips were inches from mine.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby when you beg,” I half cried, half giggled. He smiled down at me and whispered half growled, “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
All I could do was moan in response as his lips took mine in a kiss that had my body igniting in pleasure. My fingers roamed through his hair raking my fingernails along his scalp. I caressed his shoulders, hugged his body to me, anything I could do in order to get my feel of him.
As quickly as he took my mouth, he released me, growled and slid down my body until he was a breath away from my pussy. He looked at me and gave me a lascivious grin before he took a languid lick from my pussy to my clit.
“Oh, Paul,” I blurted sitting up from the blanket my eyes wide.
“Shhh, baby,” he scolded lightly and pushed me back down to the blanket. He reached up on the couch and handed me a pillow.
I took it from him and covered my face just in time it seemed. The second his lips covered my clit, and he sucked, I exploded. White hot sparks ignited behind my eyelids as I screamed into my pillow.
Goodness, I never had an orgasm like that before. I knew it had been a while for me, but dang I didn’t expect that at all.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he whispered against my soaked lips. “So sweet, so good. Come again for me, baby. Let me taste you.”
Paul continued to make me lose my mind, feasting on me reverently, possessively, demandingly. I had no control over my body as he took what he wanted from me with just the sweep of his tongue. The scratch of his beard caused a different sensation that had me wanting to grip his hair as tight as I was gripping the blanket under me. And when he slipped two fingers inside my slick wet heat, my entire body practically elevated from the blanket in ecstasy.
Paul finally came up for air as my body climbed down from its euphoric sated high. He wrenched the pillow away from my face and stared down at me with a satisfied smirk, his face red, my desires glistening all over his beard.
Without a word, he worked the buckle of his pants and slowly, carefully, slid the zipper over his thick, engorged length. My mouth salivated with the need to taste him and it must have been written all over my face because he shook his head and said, “Another time, baby. I want inside your tight pussy.”
Did I tell you how much I loved it when he talked dirty? He has such a filthy mouth, and I love it.
I circled my hips and bit my bottom lip.
“Then hurry up,” I teased him. To encourage him and to make him hurry up, I grabbed my breasts and pinching my nipples. His already dark blue eyes went even darker.
“Fuck, Lauren you are so got damn sexy.”
I let go of one breast and scraped my fingernails down his perfectly carved abs to the elastic of his underwear. He pushed my hand away.
“Play with your nipples, baby,” he demanded, his voice low and guttural. I did as I was told and watched as he dropped his pants to his knees and slid his boxer briefs down just enough to release the beast.
My eyes widened at the sight of his rock-hard cock as if it was the first time seeing it. I sat up slightly on my elbows and looked at him. Did he grow bigger since I’ve seen him last? Was that a thing? I didn’t know if it was the fact that it had been a long time since I’d seen him or the nerves were coming back in full force, but I started to subtly slide away from him.
His eyes narrowed on me. I guess I wasn’t that subtle. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I looked up into his eyes and opened my mouth to protest his dick entering me, but no sound came out.
“Don’t worry,” he began as if he was reading my thoughts and he probably was reading them. My face had to look skeptical. Paul continued to study me while he sheathed his length with a condom. When did he grab that thing? “I’ll be gentle,” he said to me and then smirked, “I know it’s been a while.”
I gave him a ‘whatever asshole’ look, and he laughed. He gripped my hips and slid me closer to him. I fell to my back and spread my legs for him as he climbed my body slowly. He kissed my inner thighs, my stomach, and then ever so lightly brushed his lips against my scar before he nestled in between my legs. He hovered above me, looking longingly at me.
“I love you, Lauren,” he whispered, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“I love you too, Paul,” I returned my voice equally soft.
Paul dropped to his elbows and took my mouth in a hot searing kiss right before he lined up his dick to my entrance and slammed inside my pussy. I screamed out in pleasure and pain, his mouth muffling my cries. He instantly began to move inside me and let me tell you there was nothing gentle about it.
His hips moved with deep, controlled thrusts that caused his pelvis bone to make glorious contact with my clit. I fell over the edge immediately, my nails digging into his back, his shoulders.
Paul buried his face in my neck and sucked and licked my now glistening skin as he claimed my body with every determined thrust of his hips.
“I thought you were going to be gentle,” I rasped out on a few attempts at breathing.
Paul met my gaze and touched the side of my face with his fingers. “I lied. Don’t worry. I won’t last long. You feel too good.” I didn’t believe him, and the look on my face told him so. But I couldn't mouth my protest. Paul started moving faster, getting deeper inside me, and I could do nothing but dig my nails into his back and hold on.
“Oh god, Paul…shit, shit, shit!” I cried out.
He hooked my leg and threw it over his shoulder. Somehow, when he did that, it felt as if he fell deeper inside me. I felt so full of him, and it was too much. I had to slide back a little to relieve the pressure building. I couldn’t take it.
“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good. Your pussy is squeezing the hell out of my dick, milking it. Cum for me again, baby. Let me feel you drown the hell out of my dick.”
He hooked my other leg with his arm, sat up and pushed my legs into my chest. The sensation of the new position pushed me into another overwhelming orgasm that I had to grab the pillow to muffle my scream.
My body was exhausted by the time he was done with me. I was drenched with sweat, my limbs unable to move. Paul didn’t look too far off from me. His hair was damp from sweat. His muscled coiled and thick, moving with every stroke.
I begged for him to come. I needed him to, and when he did, I swear he pulled another one from my tired body. The pace of his hips slowed as he growled out his release, filling me up with his love for me. Once he came down from his high, he pulled out of me and collapsed half on me, half on the blanket next to me. When I heard him curse softly, I opened my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly.
Paul looked apologetically at me. “The condom broke.” He confessed then added quickly, “Don’t worry, though. I’ve recently been tested, and I hadn’t gone without since you and I...”
I smiled and touched the side of his face with my palm. “I’m not worried. And I’ve been tested too while I was in the hospital, considering the psycho. And don’t you worry too. I’m on the pill.”
Paul kissed my lips and replied as he sat up, “I wasn’t worried about that part.” His parting shot left me stunned into silence. I watched him stand and head toward the bathroom without another word.
What did he mean by that statement? I didn’t want to know the answer, but when he came back, a warm cloth in his hand, I lost the will to speak. He gently wiped me clean before he disappeared again. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Right now, I could barely keep my eyes open.
Paul came back with the blowup bed the kids used when we slept down here and placed it next to us. He pulled me on top of the cool, sheet covered mattress from my comfortable wet spot and placed another cover over my body. Once comfortable, I closed my eyes again and not a
few seconds later I felt the weight of his body next to mine. He pulled me into his arms, and I rested my head on his chest. I positioned my leg over his hip, and I nestled into him, sighing with contempt.
He kissed the top of my head and murmured, “I love you.”
I tilted my face up to him, and he kissed my nose then my lips.
I told him that I love him too, at least I think I did before sleep took me.
* * *
Wouldn’t you know it, the next time I woke the sun was coming through the blinds of the basement. No nightmare, or wait maybe I was still dreaming, but I was being distracted by Paul's fingers massaging my clit. Pleasure surged through my body, and I awoke on a moan.
Paul made love to me in the early morning, slowly, passionately. It drove me even crazier in love with him, feeling the gentle way he took care of me. The look of pure love and devotion in his eyes made my heart flutter. He was claiming me again, but this time he was capturing my heart, my soul. When we finally found our release, there were no barriers or filters between us. He caressed me from the inside out all the while telling me just how much he loved me and needed me.
God, I loved this man.
21
Lauren
Three Glorious Months Later
I woke up in the early morning with yet another smile on my face. It had been a repeat offense that I planned on committing every morning of my life. I stretched slowly, feeling the aches and pains in my muscles from the strenuous, mind-blowing activity of last night. Without opening my eyes, I rolled over and gripped one of the pillows next to me. I inhaled his addictive scent, and my smile grew bigger. A song from one of my favorite 80s movies, Dirty Dancing, started blaring strong in my mind.
I’ve had the time of my life, and I never felt this way before
And swear it’s the truth and I owe it all to you…
God, I loved that movie. I watched that classic romantic movie every time it came on television. I loved to see the two opposites attract. Baby got her bad boy, changed him for the better. Oh, and I loved it when he came back to claim his woman. “Nobody puts Baby in the corner”, it gave me chills every time.
The lyrics played on repeat in my head, causing my heart to swell and my cheeks to burn from the permanent smile on my face. I snuggled deeper into my comforter and hummed the few bars thinking of my boy scout.
It’s been three, fan-freaking-tastic, months since Paul and I came to our senses and made our relationship official. Let me tell you, since that day everything had been amazing. I never thought I could ever be this happy. I’ve had a perpetual smile on my face ever since that night we officially gave ourselves to each other, so much so, my friends rolled their eyes when they saw me.
Yes, I had turned into one of those sappy, hopeless lovesick women. I giggled whenever I talked to him on the phone. I looked dreamily in space when I thought about him, or so I’ve been told. And no matter who was around us, we were all over each other, kissing and fondling. I had never been happier. Did I say that already? Well, so what. It was the truth. I’ve never been happier. I’d found him, I’d finally found my soulmate, and I wasn’t letting go.
To add icing to the cake of life, sprinkles, and chocolate syrup to ice cream, my Eagles finally became world champs! Life was as it should be. I had the man of my dreams, and my team won the title. What more could a girl ask for? Well, I could think of more, but I didn’t want to jinx myself. Things were going fantastic in my life, and if you went by movie standards, this was typically when shit went south.
No, I needed to stop. I wouldn’t speak that into existence. Think positive, Lauren.
To help get my mind off of negative thoughts, let me get you all up to speed on the three months of heavenly bliss…
As I said, these three months had been the best months of my life. Being with Paul was a-mazing. We’ve spent almost every night together when he wasn’t working. Our days had been business as usual. I did my usual stuff during the day, if I wasn’t working of course. I went shopping whenever I could and made sure I hooked up with my BFF Tonya and my god baby for lunch.
Oh yes, by the way, Tonya had a little girl. They named her Taylor Stevens. She was seven pounds even and such a cutie pie. Baby Taylor made her appearance two weeks earlier than expected. She surprised her mama, but her daddy was on point.
Tonya had told me she had wanted to wait to get a lot of the big ticketed items. Their parents had promised they’d purchase items like the crib, a stroller, and a changing table. However, Tyler wasn’t waiting on anyone. He came home one day, ironically a week before the baby was born, with a crib and dresser from the registry and put everything together that day. He then took her shopping to get everything else they’d need, not waiting for their parents to do anything. Sure, they had a ton of things from the baby shower, but I was sure we didn’t get everything on their list.
Tonya had told me afterwards that Tyler must have been nesting. She explained that nesting was when a mother began preparing her house for her baby’s arrival. Apparently, she hadn’t gotten to that stage because Tyler had already prepared everything. I was still lost, but I guess it was one of those things where you had to experience it to understand it.
Anyway, they had been ready for her arrival; clothes were laundered, hung up in the closet, and folded in the dresser. Blankets had been washed, and diapers were purchased. They were such responsible parents-to-be. I knew for a fact that when I was ready to have kids of my own, things would not go that smoothly.
With everything purchased, the excited couple could breathe easier and wait for their baby girl to arrive. They just didn’t count on her arriving a week later.
I was very happy for them, though, especially when they asked me to be Taylor's godmother. I was over the moon and humbled. They had also asked Paul to be her godfather, but eh, who cared about that. I was a god mom! Taylor and I would be thick as thieves. I planned to spoil her rotten.
Okay, let me get back on track. So yes, my life hadn’t changed at all with Paul becoming a new addition to my life. On top of shopping and hanging out with Tonya and the baby, I also made sure to get in a few happy hour excursions with my girl, Lizzy and other fellow colleagues of ours. The only thing that I would say was different was the fact that I was able to have magnificent drunk sex with my very hot boyfriend until I passed out from multiple orgasms.
Paul had the same freedoms. I didn’t crowd him or give him shit. There were times when he met up with Samson and Brice for drinks or to attend a professional sporting event. He’d go to the gym or the track to work out on his off days. And there were times when he hung out in his man cave and vegged out in front of the TV watching sports by himself.
We split our time between each other’s houses, but for the most part, we hung out at mine. I even started learning how to cook for him. Look at me, right? Over time, I perfected a few dishes like lasagna and fettuccini, and one night I made a turkey breast that wasn’t dry. Yup, I was making strides for my man.
Despite my little triumphs in the kitchen, Paul did most of the cooking. His excuse for cooking all the time was his way of forcing me to eat healthier, which I didn’t have a problem with doing. It wasn’t too painful. He’d force me to eat more baked foods instead of fried, stuff like that, and a lot of leafy greens. I didn’t mind the healthy kick, but I drew the line when it came to running in the ass crack of dawn. No way, I was not doing that shit. He was out of his mind.
Other than him trying to get me to wake up four in the morning to run with him, everything seemed to be clicking, and I did mean everything. Our communication was on point all the time, well not all the time, but I was a work in progress.
Admittedly, things weren’t always fresh smelling roses between us. We weren’t without our flaws. He and I argued from time to time, about silly shit nothing serious, yet we didn’t stay mad at each other for very long. And most of the time when we were mad at each other, we usually had the greatest and most passionate make-up sex ever
. As a matter of fact, I realized why Lizzy always picked fights with Rafael— the sex was amazing.
Speaking of sex, oh my goodness. Let me just pause for a second and talk about this sexy as sin man-friend of mine. So, I could knock myself over the head with a cast iron skillet for depriving myself of this specimen of perfection. Sex with Paul was by far the highlight of almost every night for me. He did things to me, to my body that had me climbing the walls or screaming his name until I was hoarse every-single-got damn time we were together. The man was insatiable, hot, sexy, freaky-Mcnasty, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
He admitted to me one day how he had thought Sebastian was an idiot for not jumping my sweet ass every chance he got; his words not mine. He said he was incapable of anything else. I guess we knew now why Sebastian didn’t want me, but I didn’t bring that up.
Also, I wasn't naïve to think that him wanting me so much had everything to do with the euphoria of being in a new relationship. But the look of love and passion in his eyes when he looked at me, or how he touched me and made me feel cherished and desired, told me that it was real, what he felt was real. I prayed every day that the spark in his eyes would never die. I had never felt this adored before, and maybe that was pathetic, but it was true. The man worshipped me, and sometimes I wondered if I deserved it.
I did my best to treat him the same. I wanted him to know how much I loved, desired, and wanted him just as much as he wanted me. It was important to me that he never forgot that. I guess, now that I think about it, he was doing the same. I just… I don’t know, I loved this man with everything in me. I couldn’t see my life without him in it. I ached for him. I yearned for his touch, his kisses, his smiles, his everything. I just… ughhh!
Okay, okay, sorry! I’m going off in a tangent again. I just can’t help it.
The man was so amazing— my boy scout with the dirtiest mouth that I had ever heard. Good god, the things he’s said to me in the thralls of passion, the way he loved to stroke me long and deep sometimes then change it up and fuck me so hard I would see stars when I came. Not to mention his body was something to worship— got damn.
