My lips find hers, and I thrust my tongue into her sweet mouth, swallowing her moans as my palm glides up her inner thigh until it’s almost at the apex. I break the kiss and look down at her, bright eyes glazed and pink lips glistening.
“Tell me you really want this, Lore.”
“I do, I do. God Mikey, I really do.” She tunnels her fingers into my hair and pulls my forehead to hers. “I miss you. I need you. Please.”
“I’ve missed you, too, Lore.” I glide my finger through her slick lower lips, finding her clit and rubbing slow circles over it. “I want this. You. Me.” I slide a finger deep into her tight heat, and her hips buck with a cry. “I want to be everything you want and need.”
“What I need is an orgasm,” she shoots at me through pants, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Like this?” I flash her a grin before pushing in another finger and driving them deep.
“Yes,” Lauren gasps.
My lips claim hers again, the vibrations of her increasing moans through my body the best music I’ve ever created.
Trailing a finger down the column of her neck, I slowly make my way to her breasts, tracing the outline of her areola, and Lauren gasps, her hardened nipples tightening even further.
Right. Sensitive.
Gently, I bring my mouth to her taut bud, her keen when I cover it has heat licking up my spine. I swirl my tongue, then move to her other nipple, all the while keeping the pump of my fingers steady and deep, enough to push her close to the edge without her climaxing.
My lips make their way down her body, teeth grazing her sexy little bump before I settle between her thighs and show her clit the same treatment, adding a third digit.
“Like that,” she gasps. “Right there.” And when I suck it into my mouth, Lauren comes undone with a shattered cry.
I remove my fingers and run my tongue over the seam of her pussy, relishing at how much I missed tasting her, fully intending on giving her some well-deserved oral pleasure, but Lauren is tugging me up by my hair with urgency.
“Lore, I want to taste you,” I attempt to protest, but she’s really pulling hard.
“Inside me, Michael. I need to feel you inside me.” Her words ignite a whole different sense of urgency, the need to gratify replaced by the need to claim.
Lauren’s eyes become hooded when I push down my sweats, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick her lips at the sight of my cock springing free, and with a growl, I move to lay on top of her.
She places a delicate hand on my chest and smiles coyly. “Like this.”
Lauren shifts so I’m behind her, and I smile, pressing my lips to hers and gently prodding into her mouth, aligning our bodies and breaking the kiss to capture her gaze as I slowly push into her.
I gasp at the intensity of her tight, warm body engulfing me. “God, I missed you.”
“You feel so good, Mikey,” she whispers in awe, soft hand caressing my cheek. “Make love to me.”
My hips start rocking, slow at first, gauging her body’s reactions. Gradually, I start going faster, deeper, my lips closing around her nipple and flicking it with my tongue to the sound of Lauren’s increasing moans.
Then I shift, driving deep into her wet heat, and Lauren’s eyes fly open with a gasp. My fingers find her clit, and I start rubbing at the pace of my fast thrusts, the tension at the base of my spine becoming unbearable.
“Come with me, Rockstar,” I rasp in Lauren’s ear, bowing down to suck on that spot on her neck that gets her off like crazy.
“Yes, Mikey. So good,” she keens, her inner walls tightening over me, squeezing and clenching as she wails her release, my cock throbbing as I bury deep one last time and climax with a loud groan.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Lauren pants, and I laugh into her skin. “Are you staying?”
“You won’t be able to get rid of me now.” I kiss her cheek and peer down at her. “I have that meeting with Amara’s legal team really early, though. Should I wake you?”
“No. I need my rest, or I’m dysfunctional all day.” She sighs and rubs her stomach. “Creating life is exhausting.”
I smile fondly and cover her hand with mine, feeling the stir in her belly as Gremlin swims around. “I think we woke him up.”
“He always wakes up when I’m about to go to sleep,” Lauren laughs softly, turning bright eyes full of affection to me. “He’s a night owl like his daddy.”