Seducing Lauren
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“No, I’m giving you the day off.” He walks to me and pulls me out of the chair. “I want to spend some quality time with you today.”
“I figured I’d be able to work while you did the guy thing and watched football all day. It is football season, isn’t it?”
He laughs as he pulls me through the house to my bedroom. “Yes, it’s football season, but you’re more important.”
“Wow, more important than football?” I chuckle. “You must be smitten.”
“I think I’m more than smitten,” he whispers as he gathers the hem of my shirt in his hands and pulls it over my head, tossing it on the floor. “I’m intrigued.”
My nipples pucker against the cool air and his nimble fingers as he brushes his knuckles over them lightly.
“I’m captivated,” he whispers, hooking his thumbs in my panties and pulling them down my hips, letting them drop to the floor. I reach out to touch him, to pull his shorts down, but he grips my hands in his and pulls them up to his lips. “Trust me?”
“Of course.”
He grins and cups my face in his hands and pulls me in for a long, deep, wet kiss. His hands push back into my hair, combing through it rhythmically. He has such amazing hands, I just want to purr.
He softens the kiss, nibbles my lips, and nuzzles his nose against my own. “Lay on the bed, please.”
I move onto the bed, to the middle, and lie on my back. “Now what?” I ask breathlessly, already so turned on I can barely stand it.
“Raise your hands over your head.”
His gray eyes are on fire as they roam over my body. He moves to the head of the bed and pulls a red necktie from the back of a nearby chair, loops it through the iron rungs on my headboard, and ties one hand, then the other, giving me room to move, but not enough to pull my hands down to touch him.
“I don’t get to touch you?” My body tightens at the sensation of being tied to the bed, at Ty’s mercy, open to his every sexual whim.
“Not for a little while.” He grins as he tests the restraints on my wrists. “Feel okay?”
“Yes.” My voice is harsh. Ragged.
I don’t care.
Morning light filters in through the blinds on the window, across the bed, across my body, sending shadowed lines over me. Ty walks to the end of the bed and watches me for a long moment, his arms crossed over his chest, gliding his finger over his bottom lip. His biceps are bunched and his stomach is tight, and I want nothing more than for him to take those damn shorts off and join me on this bed.
“Do you have any idea how much you make me ache?”
“If it’s anything like the way I’m aching right now, yes.”
He smirks and circles to the other side of the bed, his eyes still pinned to my body, making me squirm and rub my thighs together to try to ease the ache between my legs.
“Ty, please touch me.”
“Oh, I plan to, sweetness. I’m going to touch you all fucking day.”
My breath catches at his promise. I bite my lip and watch him as he moves onto the bed and kneels between my legs.
“I love losing myself in you, beautiful. But I realize that I haven’t taken my time to explore you like I’ve been craving. I am going to slowly worship every inch of this amazing body, Lauren. Do you have any issues with that?”
I shake my head no, entranced in the heat in his eyes.
Finally, finally, he touches me. His hands settle on my feet and glide up my calves to my knees and my inner thighs, his touch light and soothing.
“Your skin is so soft.” He plants soft, openmouthed kisses to my inner thighs, working his way higher. I pull on the tie holding my hands, wanting desperately to touch him. “You’re going to have to be patient, baby. This is going to take a while.”
“You’re trying to kill me.”
He smiles against my thigh and then bites me gently. “But what a way to go.”
I chuckle, then moan as his tongue drifts up my inner thigh to my core, making me shudder.
“God, you’re good at this,” I whisper.
“I can’t get enough of you, Lo.” He wraps those amazing lips of his around my clit and gently pulls, brushing the tip of his tongue over the nub until I’m writhing, chasing the unbelievable sensation of his mouth on the most sensitive part of me.
He slides down to my lips and kisses them, then slides his tongue inside me with a rolling motion and pushes his nose against my clit, and I come up off the bed in a wave of sensation.
His hand settles on my stomach, over my navel, holding me still as he continues to lap at me, his lips dancing over my pussy, making me mad.
“God, Ty.”
“Watch me, Lauren.”
My eyes open and find his as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, his mouth glimmering in my juices.
“You taste amazing.”
“Breakfast of champions,” I mutter.
His eyes smile up at me, then he plunges a finger into my pussy and pulls up against my G-spot, sending me spiraling into a crazy orgasm, pushing my pelvis against his face and pulling on the ties, longing to hold his head against me.
He kisses each thigh, my smooth pubis, over to my left hip bone.
“Your body amazes me.” His nose skims over to my belly. He presses a soft, wet kiss to my navel, then raises on an elbow and traces my abs with his fingertip. “Your muscle tone is amazing.”
I grin down at him as my stomach flinches under his light touch.
“I figured I’d be able to work while you did the guy thing and watched football all day. It is football season, isn’t it?”
He laughs as he pulls me through the house to my bedroom. “Yes, it’s football season, but you’re more important.”
“Wow, more important than football?” I chuckle. “You must be smitten.”
“I think I’m more than smitten,” he whispers as he gathers the hem of my shirt in his hands and pulls it over my head, tossing it on the floor. “I’m intrigued.”
My nipples pucker against the cool air and his nimble fingers as he brushes his knuckles over them lightly.
“I’m captivated,” he whispers, hooking his thumbs in my panties and pulling them down my hips, letting them drop to the floor. I reach out to touch him, to pull his shorts down, but he grips my hands in his and pulls them up to his lips. “Trust me?”
“Of course.”
He grins and cups my face in his hands and pulls me in for a long, deep, wet kiss. His hands push back into my hair, combing through it rhythmically. He has such amazing hands, I just want to purr.
He softens the kiss, nibbles my lips, and nuzzles his nose against my own. “Lay on the bed, please.”
I move onto the bed, to the middle, and lie on my back. “Now what?” I ask breathlessly, already so turned on I can barely stand it.
“Raise your hands over your head.”
His gray eyes are on fire as they roam over my body. He moves to the head of the bed and pulls a red necktie from the back of a nearby chair, loops it through the iron rungs on my headboard, and ties one hand, then the other, giving me room to move, but not enough to pull my hands down to touch him.
“I don’t get to touch you?” My body tightens at the sensation of being tied to the bed, at Ty’s mercy, open to his every sexual whim.
“Not for a little while.” He grins as he tests the restraints on my wrists. “Feel okay?”
“Yes.” My voice is harsh. Ragged.
I don’t care.
Morning light filters in through the blinds on the window, across the bed, across my body, sending shadowed lines over me. Ty walks to the end of the bed and watches me for a long moment, his arms crossed over his chest, gliding his finger over his bottom lip. His biceps are bunched and his stomach is tight, and I want nothing more than for him to take those damn shorts off and join me on this bed.
“Do you have any idea how much you make me ache?”
“If it’s anything like the way I’m aching right now, yes.”
He smirks and circles to the other side of the bed, his eyes still pinned to my body, making me squirm and rub my thighs together to try to ease the ache between my legs.
“Ty, please touch me.”
“Oh, I plan to, sweetness. I’m going to touch you all fucking day.”
My breath catches at his promise. I bite my lip and watch him as he moves onto the bed and kneels between my legs.
“I love losing myself in you, beautiful. But I realize that I haven’t taken my time to explore you like I’ve been craving. I am going to slowly worship every inch of this amazing body, Lauren. Do you have any issues with that?”
I shake my head no, entranced in the heat in his eyes.
Finally, finally, he touches me. His hands settle on my feet and glide up my calves to my knees and my inner thighs, his touch light and soothing.
“Your skin is so soft.” He plants soft, openmouthed kisses to my inner thighs, working his way higher. I pull on the tie holding my hands, wanting desperately to touch him. “You’re going to have to be patient, baby. This is going to take a while.”
“You’re trying to kill me.”
He smiles against my thigh and then bites me gently. “But what a way to go.”
I chuckle, then moan as his tongue drifts up my inner thigh to my core, making me shudder.
“God, you’re good at this,” I whisper.
“I can’t get enough of you, Lo.” He wraps those amazing lips of his around my clit and gently pulls, brushing the tip of his tongue over the nub until I’m writhing, chasing the unbelievable sensation of his mouth on the most sensitive part of me.
He slides down to my lips and kisses them, then slides his tongue inside me with a rolling motion and pushes his nose against my clit, and I come up off the bed in a wave of sensation.
His hand settles on my stomach, over my navel, holding me still as he continues to lap at me, his lips dancing over my pussy, making me mad.
“God, Ty.”
“Watch me, Lauren.”
My eyes open and find his as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, his mouth glimmering in my juices.
“You taste amazing.”
“Breakfast of champions,” I mutter.
His eyes smile up at me, then he plunges a finger into my pussy and pulls up against my G-spot, sending me spiraling into a crazy orgasm, pushing my pelvis against his face and pulling on the ties, longing to hold his head against me.
He kisses each thigh, my smooth pubis, over to my left hip bone.
“Your body amazes me.” His nose skims over to my belly. He presses a soft, wet kiss to my navel, then raises on an elbow and traces my abs with his fingertip. “Your muscle tone is amazing.”
I grin down at him as my stomach flinches under his light touch.
