I scoot down the bed and take a long languid lick of her wetness. So fucking sweet. Latching on to her bud I suck and nibble gently. Looking up, I see her head thrashing from side to side as she chants my name. That fucking shit right there is hot as hell.
I thrust one of my thick fingers into her *, hard, curling when I’m knuckle deep. Her loud moan reverberates around the quiet room, making me groan against her wet mound. Feeling the shiver rack her body, I plunge another finger into her heat and suck her clit faster. She’s soon screaming my name as she cums on my tongue. Fuck.
I kiss my way up her body in a rush, desperate to be balls deep inside her. Gripping her chin between my finger and thumb and bring her face to look at me. Deep in her eyes I see the love she has for me and that’s it for me. I’m done waiting to be buried inside her.
One quick thrust, and my dick is enveloped in its favorite place. We both scream with pleasure. I stay still for a few minutes, trying to control myself. Her * is pulsing violently and it makes me want to cum desperately.
“Please move,” she begs me quietly, rolling her hips. My eyes roll in the back of my head as pleasure flows through my body. Rearing back, I plunge forward, affectively shoving her up the bed as well.
I grab her wrists and pin them to the side of her head before my mouth crashes to hers, my tongue fucking hers in a dance of pleasure.
My movements become rapid and fast, chasing the orgasm that looms closer. I can feel the tell-tale tingle at the bottom of my spine. Her core clenches my cock harder and I lose it, growling out into the room and mingles with her screams of molten pleasure. Fuck, that was good, and exactly what I needed.
“Woman, you are seriously going to be the death of me. I can’t get enough, my dick can’t get enough.” Her small giggle sounds from beneath me, hitting me square in the chest.
I roll off her and throw an arm over my face, trying to get my breath under control. Lauren curls into my side, laying her head on my chest. My fingers trace lazy patterns over my abs which makes me sigh as I relax into the mattress.
“I’ll never get enough of you either, Liam,” Lauren whispers, pecking my skin over my heart. My insides quiver and butterflies swarm in my belly. I’m fucking *-whipped and I fucking love it.
We lay there in comfortable silence, listening to the wind hit the window. It’s starting to rain and it pitter-patters against the glass.
It’s not long til I hear Lauren’s breathing even out. I crawl out from under her and stretch my limbs. Walking over to the en-suite bathroom, I turn the shower on to hot and jump in. My tight muscles from the mega fuck with Lauren start to ease and I groan in relief. I roll my neck a few times before cleansing and shampooing. I’m in desperate need of sleep and I’m soon back under the comforter with Lauren curled up in a foetal position. She’s fucking adorable when she’s asleep, I could watch her for hours…when I’m not so dog tired.
Chapter 7
Lauren
I did not want to wake up this morning. I’m definitely not a morning person, but the shriek of my phone has me rolling over, groaning with the ache between my legs.
“Hello? You better have a damn good reason for calling so early,” I grumble into the phone. I don’t give a shit about my attitude, people should know me by now.
“Lauren?” The male voice on the over end has me shivering. The cold indifference when he said my name should ring warning bells.
“Who’s this?” I ask, curious.
“Someone you don’t want to meet. But if you’re little boyfriend and his pathetic club think of getting involved with shit that isn’t their business, then you’ll be meeting me real soon, love.”
“Are you threatening me?” I’m seething with anger. Who the hell does this asshole think he’s talking to?
“You better believe it. I’ll be coming for you soon, Lauren. Mark my words,” was his last words before the dial tone hits my ear.
I place my cell on the bedside table, my hands shaking. Who the hell was that? What’s he going on about?
Deciding to call Champ straight away, I fiddle with my cell, trying to get his number up at the same time as controlling my breathing. Not this again.
“Hey, sweetheart. This is a lovely surprise,” Champ answers happily.
“Champ…” I whisper, I’m so scared I can’t say more. “I…you…”
“Lauren? What’s wrong?” Champ is on instant alert and I can hear him scrambling around where ever he is. He mumbles orders in the background before coming back to the phone. “I’m coming home. Don’t move.”
“Champ…” I trail off when the line goes dead. I hop out of bed and shove myself in some yoga pants and camisole shirt. I sit back on the bed and put my head between my legs. Remember your breathing exercises, Lauren, I tell myself.