by Lizzie James
I expected her to go meek and shy on me, but she didn’t. Instead, she surprised the fuck out of me by placing her hands on my stomach. She slowly trailed her hands up my chest.
“Take it off,” she instructed me.
Fuck, she was sexy when she spoke to me like that.
I reached behind me and grabbed the back of my top, pulling it off and moving my hand to the lower part of her back. I pulled her towards me and tossed my shirt behind her on the floor. She placed her hands on my naked chest, stroking her hands up and tangling them around my shoulders. The action brought her bra-clad breasts against my body.
“You’re hard,” she whispered. She stared up at me, looking so confident in her body.
“Fuck.” I gasped, leaning my head back. “You’re killing me saying things like that, Laur.”
Seconds later, I felt her wet tongue licking a trail up my neck, followed by her lips as she kissed and nibbled on the skin there. I groaned at the feeling as I moved my hands down slowly and grasped her hips. I didn’t get too far before she stepped away and began moving back to the bed.
She sat down and slowly shimmied her way up to the headboard, laying her head down on the pillows. She reached down and unbuckled the top button of her jeans as she held her hands out to me, beckoning me to go to her.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I toed my shoes off and climbed up the bed. I smirked as she parted her legs for me, happy that she wanted me in the same place that I wanted to be. I held myself over her and slowly dipped my head. She closed her eyes before our lips connected, and it was a sight that I wanted to see every time that I kissed her. She trusted me completely and it was something that I was never going to break. She was precious to me and it was time I began showing her just how much she meant to me.
I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and thrust my tongue in between her parted lips, groaning as she lifted her leg and opened her legs wider to me. I rocked my hips against the warmth between them, imagining how she would feel when I would be inside of her.
“Touch me,” she whispered against my lips. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast, arching her back and urging me on.
I reached beneath her, unclasping her bra, needing to feel her in my hands without that offending thing in the way. She pulled the straps down her arms, stopping to let me grab it and toss it over the side of the bed. I dipped my head and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, biting down gently.
She moaned, threading her hand into the back of my hair, holding me against her chest.
I slowly began crawling backwards down the bed, trailing kisses down her stomach, stopping at the waistband of her jeans. I looked up at her, waiting for her to refuse me but instead, she slowly nodded her head and tilted her hips up, giving me the green light to pull them down her legs. I quickly tossed them over the edge of the bed before placing my hands on her thighs and gently opening her legs for me.
I could feel her embarrassment at me seeing her like this, but I was too far gone. I needed to see her, to feel her, to taste her. I stroked my finger up her slit, loving how wet she was for me. I rubbed my fingers roughly across her clit, loving how responsive she was to my touch, lifting her hips up off the bed. I moved my fingers down her slit, sliding one inside of her. I pumped her a few times and quickly added a second. She felt so tight against my fingers, and I knew that when I would be inside of her, I wouldn’t last long.
“Ah, fuck.” She tangled her fingers into her hair, arching her back as she rocked her hips against my hand. “That feels good.”
I quickly added a third finger, grinning cockily when her moans increased.
“You need to stop.” She looked up at me and I knew she was on the brink of letting go.
“No way. I need to be inside of you, but first I want you to come for me.” I sped up my fingers, pressing my thumb down on her clit and rubbing. “Come on, darling. Come for me.” A few pumps later and she was arching her back, calling out my name as she squeezed my fingers, coming on my hand.
I lay down next to her, giving her a few minutes to calm down. She turned on to her side, facing me before she grabbed my hand, entwining our fingers. “That felt good,” she whispered. She gazed down between us and reached over, placing her hand on my hip. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of my jeans. “Will you make love to me now?”
16
Lauren
I reached over and placed my hand on his hip. I expected his skin to be rough but was surprised at how soft it felt. I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans, still a little overwhelmed that he was here, right now, with me.
“Will you make love to me now?” I whispered.
I felt so silly asking the question out loud, but out of all of the times that I had imagined him being here—of us being together for the first time—I had never imagined it like this. He was so soft, patient and gentle with me that it made me fall for him a little more. I wasn’t a virgin, I’d had sex a handful of times, but the way he touched me when he kissed me erased their touch and made me feel like he was the first.
“I’ve never made love to anyone before,” he whispered. He flicked his eyes down to me and slowly leaned forward to kiss me. He pulled back before his eyes moved down to my breasts. “You’re messing with my head.”
“Am I?” I moved closer to him, pushing him onto his back. I climbed over him, parting my legs and sitting astride his waist. I bent my head, sucking on his earlobe. “You’ve been messing with my head for a lot longer.”
He groaned, pushing me back and lay in between my legs. “You’re not making it easy for me, are you?” He leaned his weight on his hands on either side of my head, lowering his lips to mine. “Do you want me?” he whispered. He stared into my eyes for a moment before he continued. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop…”
“I want you,” I whispered. I lifted my legs, resting them against his hips. The action brought his hardness closer to where I wanted him. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You couldn’t.” He lowered his face and kissed my lips softly. Chastely. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He climbed off the bed, disappearing out of the room.
I looked down at my naked chest before crossing my arms over it. I don’t know why I was suddenly feeling more self-conscious of my body when minutes earlier, we had been touching, skin to skin. I shook my head at myself and lay my head back, staring up at the ceiling.
Moments later, he was walking back in, stopping at the doorway. He stared over at me, holding a condom in his hand.
“What?” I was feeling embarrassed at the way that he was watching me. “What are you staring at?”
“You.” He smirked at me, taking a step towards me. He held the condom packet in between his fingers before he reached down and began unbuckling the button on his jeans. Seconds later, he was pulling the zipper down. “How beautiful you are. Even with bright yellow socks on.”
I giggled, watching him as he yanked them off my feet and flung them over his shoulder.
He slowly took his jeans off, keeping his eyes on me. He was so sexy as I watched him strip for me that I couldn’t stop my eyes from trailing down over his body. I hadn’t been with many men but there had been enough for me to know that he was big.
He climbed over me, parting my legs as he went, kneeling between them. He tore the foil packet open as he moved it over his cock, sheathing himself. He pumped himself a few times, groaning as he stared down to where I was wet and ready for him.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered. He lay his weight over me, stroking his fingers along my cheek. “Why didn’t I ever see it?” He stared down at me, and if I didn’t know any better, I would say that he seemed a little overwhelmed.
“Maybe you weren’t ready to,” I whispered. “Maybe you couldn’t see me properly.”
“Maybe,” he whispered. “Or maybe I just wasn’t ready for the craziness that I’m starting to f
eel when I’m around you.”
I smiled at him, loving the way he said that. I hoped he was starting to feel as crazy about me as I had always been for him. “Make love to me,” I whispered. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling his head down to mine.
He rested his forehead against mine as he reached down and grasped himself. He spread my legs a little before I felt the head of his cock against my entrance. He slowly pushed in, stopping to give me time until he slowly moved further in.
I moaned as I felt his hardness moving inside of me. I tangled my fingers into his hair, gasping against his lips. I thrust my tongue in between his parted lips as his hips sped up a little.
“You feel so fucking good.” He trailed his lips down my throat, sucking on my pulse point. “Ah, fuck.” He grasped my breast roughly, pinching my nipple.
I felt my inner muscles squeeze him, moaning when he did it again.
“You’re so fucking tight.” His hips sped up, moving rougher against me until I could feel him begin to grow harder inside me.
“Ah. Fuck. That feels good.” I dug my fingers into his hair, groaning when his teeth bit onto the skin on my shoulder.
He grabbed my thighs and wrapped them around his hips as he slammed his hips against mine. He reached down and rubbed my clit. “I need you to come.” He gasped, pressing his lips roughly to mine. “I need you to come for me.” He leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down.
I moaned, arching my back at the sensation. I tightened my legs around his waist as I felt him slam inside me again, causing me to come. I tightened around his hardness inside of me. I called out his name before digging my teeth into his shoulder.
He thrust inside me a few times, slamming his hips against mine, groaning into the side of my neck as he came inside of the condom. His weight collapsed on top of me and I loved the intimacy of him pressed against me.
He lay there for a few moments before he slowly pulled out of me, rolling over onto his back. He reached down and took the condom off, tying it in a knot and putting it in the bin beside my bed. He grabbed the blanket and spread it around us, wrapping his arm around me and cuddling me closer to him.
I placed my head on his chest, tangling my leg in between his, giggling when he blew out a breath.
“Did I wear you out?” I teased.
He laughed. “I wasn’t expecting that.” He trailed his fingers over my hip. “I usually pride myself on my stamina in the bedroom.”
“So, it was okay then?” I asked. I hated sounding like a silly girl, but I wanted to be good for him.
“It was perfect,” he whispered. He lifted his head and kissed my forehead, resting his cheek against my head. “You were perfect.”
I had expected things to get a little awkward after our first time together, but I was surprised when instead, it was just more comfortable between us. I guessed every girl worried about opening themselves up to the person they wanted to love, but as he held me, holding me against his body, I was willing to accept that finally opening myself up to Thomas was worth all the pain and heartbreak that had happened in the past.
We lay like that for a few moments longer until I felt his breathing begin to even out. I quickly followed suit, falling asleep in the one place that I had always longed to be: in the arms of Thomas with no barriers between us.
Waking up the next morning, I glared at the way-too-bright rays of light coming through the gap in my curtains. I wasn’t a morning person and didn’t think I ever would be. I lay there, trying to block it out before turning over to escape the light.
I frowned when I saw the bed was empty. Where there should have been laid a very naked Thomas, instead, there was an empty space. I sat up, holding the blanket to my chest as I reached down and grabbing Thomas’s T-shirt off the floor, quickly slipped it over my head. I looked towards the open doorway, hating that the first thing I thought was of it being a silly one-night stand, but I couldn’t help it.
Was I wrong about him? Was I that stupid and so predictable?
I shook my head, not in the mood for the negative thoughts first thing in the morning. I closed my eyes, needing another hour as I tackled the after-effects of last night. I froze when I heard movement in the room. Lifting my head, I smiled when I saw Thomas coming in through the door.
“You’re awake!” He climbed back into bed, lying on his side before leaning over and giving me a quick kiss. His eyes trailed down to my thigh where the blanket was low enough to show my skin. “Fuck, you look sexy in my top.”
“Only in your top?” I grinned at him, unable to resist teasing.
“Well…” He reached over and palmed my ass cheek, pulling me closer. He rolled onto his back, taking me with him. “You’d look sexier out of it.” He grasped the hem of it and began slowly moving it up my body.
“You can’t seriously be ready to go again?” I asked, surprised. I could feel him begin to grow hard beneath me. “Not after last night,” I quickly elaborated. “I mean, you…”
“Why do you sound so shocked?” He moved the top up over my body, his hands grasping my breasts, roughly kneading them. “There’s a condom in my pocket.” He raised his hips, rubbing against me. “I’ll show you.” He grabbed the condom out of his pocket, ripping the packet open and placed it into my hand.
I reached down and grabbed his waistband, leaning up and tugging his jogging bottoms down. I giggled as he kicked them off the rest of the way before throwing them to the floor.
He guided our hands to where he was hard and placed the latex over him before slowly sliding it down over his shaft. He groaned, moving his hands away and stroked his fingers up and down my legs.
I pumped him a few more times, loving the groans that it elicited from him.
He grasped the inside of my thigh, sliding his fingers along my slit. A cocky smirk appeared on his face when he felt just how wet I was as he slowly slid a finger inside of me. He quickly added another and thrust them inside me a few times. He reached out, placing his hands on my wrists, and pulled me over him, lining his shaft up with my entrance.
“I need to be inside of you.” He held my hips and slowly lowered me down on him. As the head of him slipped inside of me, he reached back up and grasped my breasts before pinching on my nipples. “I want you to ride me, Laur.”
Damn, he was sexy as fuck when he talked like that.
Leaning down to kiss him, I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, easing my hips down over him, rocking against him. I moaned, ripping my lips from his, surprised when I felt him move further inside of me in this position. I placed my hands on his chest, needing to feel it again.
“That’s right.” He grasped my ass cheeks, lifting his hips and moving his pelvis against mine. “You look sexy as fuck on top of me.” He leaned up and sucked my nipple into his mouth before I felt his teeth bite gently on it.
I grasped the back of his hair, tugging on his strands in an attempt to keep him there. “I need to come,” I gasped. I moved faster against him, feeling my body begin to lose its inhibitions. I reached down between us and rubbed my clit, moaning when my fingers touched his shaft moving in and out of me.
He slumped backwards, roughly grabbing my hips and began lifting me up and down on him. “Come on, Lauren. Come for me, baby. That’s right.” He thrust his hips hard up against me and that was all it took for me to come apart for him.
I rode him, leaning down and digging my teeth into his shoulder, muffling the sound of my moans.
Seconds later, he joined me, coming inside the condom and squeezing me tighter against him in his grasp. We lay like that for several moments, both of us trying to get our breaths.
“Fuck me. You’re going to be the death of me.”
17
Thomas
Lying in bed holding Lauren against me that morning, I smiled when I felt her fingers begin drumming a beat out against my chest over my heart.
“Dum, dum,” she sang to the beat. “Dum, dum.” She giggled b
efore looking up at me, resting her chin on my chest. “I’m so comfortable with you,” she admitted.
“Well, you should be.” I laughed. “I mean, we have known each other since we were kiddie size.”
“No.” She chuckled. “I mean, like this. I’m comfortable with you, like this.” She gestured in between us, indicating what she meant.
She was comfortable naked with me.
“I don’t think I have ever been this comfortable with past lovers. It was always just sex.”
I stared at her, wanting her to keep talking. She didn’t open her mind up as often as I would have liked, so the fact that she was doing it now, I wasn’t likely to stop her by interrupting.
“I mean when you touch me…” She shrugged her shoulders self-consciously. She turned her head and rested her cheek against my chest, over my heart. “When you touch me, I feel wanted.” She sounded embarrassed to admit it, but I fucking loved it.
“I’m sorry I made you wait.” I bent down and kissed the top of her head, stroking the tips of my fingers along her arm. “I wish you had told me sooner how you were feeling.”
“Would you have listened?” She turned her eyes up to mine. “If I had told you how desperately I wanted you, would you have listened? Or would you have thought I was joking?”
I looked up at the ceiling, feeling frustrated. She didn’t need me to answer that. She already knew the answer. I would have laughed it off. If she had told me how she felt, I would have just made things worse.
She reached up and placed her hand on my cheek, pulling my gaze back down to hers. “You’re here now,” she whispered. “With me.” Her eyes shone up at me. “That’s all that matters, isn’t it?” She stared up at me, holding her naked body closer to mine.
“Yeah.” I leaned down and kissed her lips, trailing my fingers up over her ribs, digging my fingers in and making her shriek. She wriggled against me before I stopped, chuckling when her sounds died down. She lay her head back down on my chest, slipping her leg over mine and cuddled her body closer to me.
