Page 39 of Trusting Laurence
Incredibly, she could feel an orgasm building as the pleasure surged through her. Pleasure she’d never imagined she would feel in a situation like this.
“Oh god, Laurence ...” His name was nothing more than a moan on her lips. “I want to come.”
“No sweetheart. Hold on to it. You are not to come until I give you permission.”
“I’m not sure I can,” she replied, her tone breathy as she fought back the impending orgasm as he’d instructed her to.
“Fight it, baby. Your orgasm belongs to me, understood?”
“Yes, Laurence.” She bit down on her lip to stop herself from begging, fighting the urge back.
“That’s it, Lia. God, you’re so beautiful. I wish you could see how beautiful you are all rosy from my hand. Do you want to come, baby?”
“Yes ... please,” she moaned.
“Hang on, baby. I want you to come around my cock, while I’m buried deep in you.”
Tahlia moaned again, battling not to orgasm just from listening to him. She heard him move away and then the sound of ripping. The bed dipped as he joined her there. When she felt his fingers rub through her wetness, she thought she’d simply melt right then.
A groan rumbled from Laurence, and he sank first one finger and then another deep into her soaking core. “So wet for me.”
Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, and she had to clamp her teeth down on her bottom lip to stop herself from coming all over them. She felt a warning ripple.
“Laurence, please,” she begged. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
She startled as she felt him nip her butt cheek. “Just a little longer, baby.”
His hands went to her hips, gripping tightly. He rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against her sensitized clit. Her body clenched, winding tighter still. She prayed for the strength to hold out against his onslaught.
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Larry was balls-deep in heaven. He was convinced that’s where he’d gone as he sank slowly into Tahlia’s tight, wet heat. As the pleasure stole his breath, he had to clench his jaw against the urge to rut on her like a teenage boy experiencing his first time with a woman.
He paused a moment to savor the feeling. And then he began to move. Tahlia cried out as he thrust into her. He kept each stroke measured, drawing out the pleasure.
“Laurence, I can’t– It’s too much. Please, please. I need to come,” she mewled.
“Come for me then, my beautiful Lia.” He wrapped her braid around his hand, powering deep. He felt her go slick around him just as the walls of her core tightened. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Let me feel you. Let me hear you.”
Tahlia wailed out her release as it hit her. Her inner muscles clamped down on him, pushing him closer to his own orgasm. He released her braid, covering her body with his, causing her to collapse onto the mattress. Lifting her hips, he tilted them so he could thrust deeper.
He slid his hands under her body and curled them around her shoulders, anchoring her to him. He thrust faster, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers filled the room. Larry felt the tingle of his impending orgasm along his spine. His balls tightened, and he couldn’t stop himself from sinking his teeth into the delicate curve of Tahlia’s shoulder.
He was drowning in her – the sound, the feel, the smell of her. His orgasm crashed into him, stripped him bare, left him boneless and gasping for breath. He rolled to his side to avoid crushing Tahlia as he collapsed. He took a moment to catch his breath before he reached over to untie Tahlia’s hands. Tenderly, he rubbed his hands up and down her arms, massaging her hands to ensure circulation was fully restored.
When he was satisfied, he released her hair from the braid he’d done earlier. He luxuriated in the silky texture of the strands as he ran his hands through them to loosen them. “Better?” he asked. She gave a mumbled “Mmm” before letting loose a deep sigh. He smiled to himself, then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body into his. He held her close. She melted against him, snuggling close, their bodies still joined.
For long moments they lay like that, neither one capable of movement.
“You doing okay, sweetheart?” Larry ran his hand lovingly over the flare of her hip.
Once again, all he got was a mumbled “Hmm.”
He rolled Tahlia over onto her back. She offered no resistance, simply lay with her eyes closed, a soft smile on her face. He lay staring down at the woman beside him and marveled at her beauty. He’d always thought she was a looker, but as she lay there relaxed and at peace, she took his breath away.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, a world of emotion held in their depths. Not quite sure how to read what he saw, he nonetheless got caught up in her gaze, felt himself freefall into a love unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He’d thought he loved her before. Only, in that moment, he realized he hadn’t known the true meaning of the word. An emotion, the depth of which caught him completely unaware, engulfed him. Had him swallowing down the lump that formed in his throat.
In his fifty-eight years, Larry had never felt vulnerability like he did as he lay there, lost in her eyes. He felt raw, as if his emotions were laid bare for her to see. Unsure how else to handle the situation, he leaned into her, kissing her deep and long. Hid behind desire – a feeling he was far more comfortable with.
