Seducing Lauren
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“Yeah, beautiful?” he whispers back.
He sweeps his lips across mine and settles those lips on the corner of my mouth, nibbling lazily, before moving down my jawline.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him more space. He cups my face in his hand and hovers his lips over mine again before he pulls back to gaze down at me. We’re both panting now, eyes bright with lust, and my stomach is clenched, my center pulsing in need.
“Let’s go to my place, Ty.”
He smiles softly, his breath still coming hard. “You need to be sure, Lo. I won’t share you. So you need to be completely sure that this is what you want.”
I stare up at him, my mouth dropped. His? His. “That means you’re mine too. It goes both ways.”
He smiles triumphantly and kisses me long and hard, his mouth demanding and urgent. He finally backs away, grips my hand in his, and guides me back to the picnic table to gather our things before leading me to his Jeep.
The ride to my house is short. We arrive in just a few minutes.
“Wait for me,” he murmurs. He kisses my hand before leaving the car, walking to my side, and opening the door for me.
“You’re so chivalrous.”
“Is that a good thing?” He leads me up to the house.
“Yeah, it’s good. Different.”
“Get used to it, beautiful.”
He runs his hand down my hair and waits while I unlock the door and key in the alarm code, then simply takes my hand and leads me to the stairs.
“Every instinct I have,” he begins as he climbs ahead of me, “is telling me to take you right here on these steps, but I want to make love to you all night, and I don’t think the stairs will be comfortable for long.”
He tosses a smile over his shoulder at me and leads me to the bedroom. He turns to me and pushes his finger into the waist of my jeans and pulls me against him. “I need to get you naked.”
“Back at you.”
Suddenly we are a tangle of arms and clothes and laughter as we strip each other down. When the offending clothes are gone, Ty lifts me and, with one arm wrapped around my waist, climbs to the middle of my king-size bed and lowers me gently. His hands glide up my arms. He threads his fingers through mine and pins my hands to the bed above my head as he lowers his head and kisses me softly. He settles his pelvis against mine, his cock nestled against my folds, and he just kisses me until we’re both breathless.
“I want to touch you,” I whisper against his lips. He frees my hands and they roam down his smooth back to his firm ass and up his sides. “Love the way you feel.”
He growls and kisses down my neck, across my collarbones, then licks his tongue over a nipple. I gasp and shove my hands in his hair as he pulls the nub through his lips and sucks it in his mouth, worrying it with the tip of his tongue. His hand finds the other breast; his thumb moves back and forth over the nipple, making it pucker.
I arch my back, pushing deeper into his embrace.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he growls, and switches breasts, tasting and biting the other nipple almost painfully, but I can’t get enough.
My hips tilt, pressing my core against his stomach as he continues his journey south. His hands slide from my sides down to my hips, and that amazing, talented mouth of his nibbles its way down my stomach, over my navel, and lower still to the bare, sensitive flesh below.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” His hand glides over my flat stomach and his eyes watch the movement. I push my hands through his hair gently, needing to touch him, to be connected to him.
He spreads my legs wide as he shimmies farther down the bed and brushes his tongue over my clit, just barely touching it.
“Holy shit!” I exclaim as my hips leave the bed.
“Shh.” He grins and spreads my lips, then lowers his mouth to me again, softly brushing his lips over me, then he sucks my clit into his mouth and pulls in tiny pulses.
“Fuck, Ty.”
“Oh, we will, beautiful. Trust me.” He pushes a finger inside my wetness and groans. “God, you’re so wet.”
“I’m kinda turned on here.”
He pushes my legs up toward my chest and spreads them so he can still see my face. His dark hand against the white flesh of my thigh is a huge turn-on. A second finger joins the first in my pussy, and he begins moving them rhythmically in and out, swirling them and pushing in again. His tongue returns to my clit, and my whole body tightens and heats. Goose bumps spread as I climb higher and explode around him, shamelessly pushing my pussy harder against his mouth as I have the most intense orgasm of my life.
I can feel his lips and tongue move up my body, and he reaches for a foil packet that I didn’t even see him throw on the bed earlier.
Once he has the condom in place, he leans on his elbows above me, his hands buried in my hair, and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on him, and it makes me crazy with want for this sexy, kind, funny man. My hands can’t stop roaming over him, feeling him. I rake my fingernails lightly over his shoulders and he groans deeply.
“Ah, sweetness, you feel so good.”
“I’ll feel better when you’re inside me.” I smile breathlessly. He grins and pulls his hips back, nudging my opening with the head of his erection. He slowly slips inside me, his eyes intense and pinned to my own, and when he’s completely buried in me, he rests his forehead against mine. I lift my legs up around his hips, opening myself up further to him, and he moans.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he whispers.
He sweeps his lips across mine and settles those lips on the corner of my mouth, nibbling lazily, before moving down my jawline.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him more space. He cups my face in his hand and hovers his lips over mine again before he pulls back to gaze down at me. We’re both panting now, eyes bright with lust, and my stomach is clenched, my center pulsing in need.
“Let’s go to my place, Ty.”
He smiles softly, his breath still coming hard. “You need to be sure, Lo. I won’t share you. So you need to be completely sure that this is what you want.”
I stare up at him, my mouth dropped. His? His. “That means you’re mine too. It goes both ways.”
He smiles triumphantly and kisses me long and hard, his mouth demanding and urgent. He finally backs away, grips my hand in his, and guides me back to the picnic table to gather our things before leading me to his Jeep.
The ride to my house is short. We arrive in just a few minutes.
“Wait for me,” he murmurs. He kisses my hand before leaving the car, walking to my side, and opening the door for me.
“You’re so chivalrous.”
“Is that a good thing?” He leads me up to the house.
“Yeah, it’s good. Different.”
“Get used to it, beautiful.”
He runs his hand down my hair and waits while I unlock the door and key in the alarm code, then simply takes my hand and leads me to the stairs.
“Every instinct I have,” he begins as he climbs ahead of me, “is telling me to take you right here on these steps, but I want to make love to you all night, and I don’t think the stairs will be comfortable for long.”
He tosses a smile over his shoulder at me and leads me to the bedroom. He turns to me and pushes his finger into the waist of my jeans and pulls me against him. “I need to get you naked.”
“Back at you.”
Suddenly we are a tangle of arms and clothes and laughter as we strip each other down. When the offending clothes are gone, Ty lifts me and, with one arm wrapped around my waist, climbs to the middle of my king-size bed and lowers me gently. His hands glide up my arms. He threads his fingers through mine and pins my hands to the bed above my head as he lowers his head and kisses me softly. He settles his pelvis against mine, his cock nestled against my folds, and he just kisses me until we’re both breathless.
“I want to touch you,” I whisper against his lips. He frees my hands and they roam down his smooth back to his firm ass and up his sides. “Love the way you feel.”
He growls and kisses down my neck, across my collarbones, then licks his tongue over a nipple. I gasp and shove my hands in his hair as he pulls the nub through his lips and sucks it in his mouth, worrying it with the tip of his tongue. His hand finds the other breast; his thumb moves back and forth over the nipple, making it pucker.
I arch my back, pushing deeper into his embrace.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he growls, and switches breasts, tasting and biting the other nipple almost painfully, but I can’t get enough.
My hips tilt, pressing my core against his stomach as he continues his journey south. His hands slide from my sides down to my hips, and that amazing, talented mouth of his nibbles its way down my stomach, over my navel, and lower still to the bare, sensitive flesh below.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” His hand glides over my flat stomach and his eyes watch the movement. I push my hands through his hair gently, needing to touch him, to be connected to him.
He spreads my legs wide as he shimmies farther down the bed and brushes his tongue over my clit, just barely touching it.
“Holy shit!” I exclaim as my hips leave the bed.
“Shh.” He grins and spreads my lips, then lowers his mouth to me again, softly brushing his lips over me, then he sucks my clit into his mouth and pulls in tiny pulses.
“Fuck, Ty.”
“Oh, we will, beautiful. Trust me.” He pushes a finger inside my wetness and groans. “God, you’re so wet.”
“I’m kinda turned on here.”
He pushes my legs up toward my chest and spreads them so he can still see my face. His dark hand against the white flesh of my thigh is a huge turn-on. A second finger joins the first in my pussy, and he begins moving them rhythmically in and out, swirling them and pushing in again. His tongue returns to my clit, and my whole body tightens and heats. Goose bumps spread as I climb higher and explode around him, shamelessly pushing my pussy harder against his mouth as I have the most intense orgasm of my life.
I can feel his lips and tongue move up my body, and he reaches for a foil packet that I didn’t even see him throw on the bed earlier.
Once he has the condom in place, he leans on his elbows above me, his hands buried in my hair, and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on him, and it makes me crazy with want for this sexy, kind, funny man. My hands can’t stop roaming over him, feeling him. I rake my fingernails lightly over his shoulders and he groans deeply.
“Ah, sweetness, you feel so good.”
“I’ll feel better when you’re inside me.” I smile breathlessly. He grins and pulls his hips back, nudging my opening with the head of his erection. He slowly slips inside me, his eyes intense and pinned to my own, and when he’s completely buried in me, he rests his forehead against mine. I lift my legs up around his hips, opening myself up further to him, and he moans.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he whispers.
