“Are you going to write a song about me?” Lauren’s eyes dance as one hand holds on to my neck while the other explores the plains of my chest.
Every single fucking lyric until the day I die.“Maybe, but one thing I promise to do is make you sing all night long.” I stop to kiss her again before starting my ascent to the bedroom. “I want to hear my name ringing in my ears all day tomorrow.”
“God, you’re good.” Lauren breathes out with a smile. “I’m pretty sure I’ll have to chuck these panties.”
“Does that mean I can tear them off you?”
“Always. You can always tear my panties off.” She molds her lips with mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth as she starts grinding her dripping wet panties against my overly constrained cock, causing me to almost lose my footing as I climb the stairs.
I manage to make it up to the gallery and throw Lauren on the bed. Leaning over her, I effortlessly rip the lacy fabric off, pulling her dress over her head and stopping short of tearing her bra off as well, forcing myself to unclasp it and let her slide it off her arms, exposing all of her to my greedy eyes.
“Get naked, Cupcake, now.” Her command is full of the same urgency I feel, and I hurry to lose my clothes, standing at the edge of the bed where I have a perfect view of her long and slender limbs, stretched out on the white cotton, breasts rising and falling with each bated breath as she takes me in with a hunger in her eyes that makes my blood sizzle to a temperature I’m not accustomed to, leaving me burning for the feel of her skin against mine.
“Your body is divine.” My gaze is equally greedy and appreciative, and Lauren seems to be feeding off my worship.
“Always the poet.” The way she glows at my attention has me mentally thumping my chest. I crawl onto the bed, kissing up her legs and thighs until my face is at the apex.
“You smell so sweet, wet for me like that.” I run the flat of my tongue over her sensitive flesh, and Lauren bucks with a gasp. “You taste sweet, too. Making you come with my tongue is going to be fun.”
“Michael…” She falls back on the pillow, eyes drifting shut with a contented sigh and arms stretched leisurely over her head, as if offering herself for the taking, beckoning me to make good on all my promises, and I intend to.
My hands are stroking her outer thighs as I press my mouth to her lower lips. Slowly kissing and licking, my palms slide up her body to her perfect breasts, my hands covering the soft mounds, playing with her candy nipples.
I let Lauren writhe under me longer than I should, really, but the feeling of her body trembling with desire with every lazy stroke of my tongue is too good to stop. And then I lick deep into her, causing Lauren to cry out with surprise and pleasure.
Moving my hands to her inner thighs, I spread her legs even wider, exposing more of her delicious core to my ravenous mouth as my fingers find her clit. She tastes sweeter than anything I can remember, and I easily get lost in the act of devouring her as my name leaves her lips in wails and moans, her body shaking as I push her high, then over the edge, only to reel her up again, relentless in my pursuit to consume her completely until I’m too lost in her to care about anything else.
Lauren is still trembling when I lift my head, a smile playing on her lips as she watches me sit on my knees to roll on a condom.
“I’ve never done that before.” The way she says it, full of awe but also of something tender and vulnerable, makes my heart ache. This wouldn’t be my first time going down on a woman when she’s never done it before. But while most girls simply chose to trust me enough to let me do something they haven’t let any man try, I suspect Lauren would have wanted Jason to orally pleasure her, probably even asked him to, only to be refused.
I finish gloving up and lean over Lauren, pressing the head of my cock to her opening before kissing her. Slowly, thoroughly, as if this kiss is my next breath.
Then, I sprinkle small and tender kisses over her forehead, her eyes, and her cheeks. When I kiss the edge of her jawbone, right under her earlobe, she lets out a little mewl, and her body completely melts into mine.
Pushing in the tip, I groan and pause. It’s a tight fit, and I don’t want to hurt her, so I wait for her body to relax, adjust. And when Lauren’s fingers start skimming down my back, I slowly inch into her body, exploring her neck with my lips and tongue. I feel her starting to shudder again, fluttering around my half-length that’s slowly rocking inside her, a bit deeper with every small motion.
And then I must have hit the spot because Lauren’s breath stalls on a sharp inhale. “Oh. Go—” Her words are cut short by an uneven exhale when I push my hips forward with a little more force, so I’m buried as far inside of her as her body allows. “Big.”
I can’t help an embarrassed smile or the heat climbing to my cheeks because, although I’ve heard that before, it was always as if it was said because I supposedly wanted to hear it. And the declaration skimmed by me without leaving too much of an impression.
But Lauren blushes at the words she undoubtedly didn’t mean to say, and her gaze is almost apologetic because, as far as she’s concerned, my ego is big enough without them. It makes me self-conscious of something I never put my mind to before. I like that about her, the way she makes me more aware of myself—my shortcomings and my strengths alike.
“You could make a man go to war, Lore,” I whisper in her ear, pulling back almost all the way, the grip of her sex as I drag my shaft through her wet heat, causing static sparks to zing through my body. When I stroke back deep, it’s all it takes for Lauren to arch her back off the bed with cries of pleasure as she unravels around me.
I gasp at the intensity, an awe-filled smile spreading over my face as I look at Lauren’s blissed-out expression. “We’re going to make magic together tonight, Rockstar.”
“God, Mikey, you and your words…” Her eyes lock with mine, and for a second, I drown in them, forgetting where I am and who I am, everything I used to be. None of it matters. Just her, just now, just this.
“Tell me what you want.” And the way her eyes shift to sadness breaks something inside me.
And then she answers, and it shatters every part of me.
“I want to matter.”
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