Chapter 13 Laz
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LAZ
“STRIPPED”
I wake up with sunlight in my eyes. I pause, my brain foggy from sleep, wondering how the light in my room is reaching me at this angle.
Then I remember I’m not at home.
I’m in New York.
In a hotel room.
And Marina is…
I slowly turn over in the bed and look beside me. Marina is lying on her side, her cheek on the pillow, blonde hair spilling around her like a halo. Her eyes are open but drowsy, focused on me, a tiny smile on her lips.
“Hey,” she says softly.
Fuck me.
For a moment I thought that maybe this had been a dream. That there was no way one of my deepest fantasies could have come true.
But here she is.
Here she is.
Looking like an angel.
I can hardly believe it.
We had sex last night.
Her first time.
My first time with her.
It was…I have no words.
This isn’t even writer’s block.
Being so deep inside of her, feeling and tasting every inch, watching her gorgeous face as she came, hard, squeezing me into a new atmosphere—it’s indescribable what she was doing to me. I don’t think I’m talented enough to even try.
It was the best sex I’ve ever had.
It was more than just two bodies reaching for a climax together.
It was more than just getting off.
It was about the two of us, together, finally. All these years, all these desires, coming to a head, a connection taken to another level, one I didn’t even anticipate.
It was bloody spiritual is what it was and believe me, I am not a praying man. But I will make this woman my religion if she lets me. I will worship at her altar for another glimpse at the heaven I saw last night.
“Hi,” I say back to her, still so dumbfounded.
The sight of Marina on my bed is a hit to the gut.
The sun is streaming in through the window, bathing her skin in a diffused glow, and her face is absolutely gorgeous.
Peaceful and vibrant all at the same time.
She’s unreal, and just staring at her, lying beside me in the same bloody bed, makes me feel crazy.
She moves something deep inside of me, something I don’t think I can ever move back.
“How did you sleep?” I ask, my voice low, as if I might make the moment disappear, as if she’s a ghost that might dissolve right in front of me.
“Like a baby,” she says, lifting her arms up with a little stretch. “This bed is amazing.”
“I thought maybe it might have been more than just the bed,” I say, smiling.
A slow grin spreads across her face and it’s another punch to my gut, knocking the wind out of me. “Your cock was pretty amazing too.”
Fucking hell. As if the sight of her bare tanned skin against the white sheets, knowing she’s naked underneath, wasn’t enough to get me hard, then she has to say the word cock and it’s immediately springing to life, thick and hard as rebar.
I exhale through my nostrils, fighting the urge to jump her.
“You have to be careful when you use that word,” I warn her. “It’s like an invocation. You’ll summon it.”
She bites on her lip, smiles coyly. “What? The word cock? Or just me, talking about your cock and how I want to be best friends with it.”
I laugh, my blood turning molten. “You are asking for it.”
“Yeah,” she says, her tone anxious, excited. “I am.”
Damn. I thought that Marina being a virgin and all—correction, ex-virgin, thanks to me and my cock she wants to befriend—that things would be a bit awkward, that she would be shy around sex or talking about sex. But that hasn’t been the case at all.
I slowly sit up, lift the covers to make room, getting a look at her naked body underneath, and climb over her, the mattress moving beneath my weight.
I straddle her, my thighs on either side of hers, my erection thick and hard, bobbing above her stomach.
I lean down, bracketing her shoulders between my arms, and slowly run my lips down her forehead, over her nose, until I place them flush on her mouth.
“Mmm,” she says softly. “This isn’t a bad way to wake up.”
“It’s enough to make me a morning person,” I murmur, nibbling on her bottom lip before leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw.
She raises her arms, lacing her fingers behind my neck. “Can we get room service after?” she asks, her voice drowsy. “Or are you planning to make me your breakfast?”
“Breakfast of champions,” I tell her, pressing myself down against her skin.
She lets out a soft gasp as I suck the skin on her neck, my head swimming from her raw taste.
“God, Laz,” she moans, breathy, sweet.
“I answer to both of those,” I tell her against her neck.
She takes her hand and places it under the covers, unsure at first, hesitating, and then she’s reaching down between us and stroking the tip of my cock. I don’t even have to raise my head to know she’s got a devilish twist to her lips.
A moan falls out of my mouth as her fingers get a better grip, the weight of my body against hers adding crucial pressure.
I close my eyes, succumbing to the feeling as I work my mouth down her golden neck, and start rocking my body gently against hers.
The friction on her soft stomach is incredible, my precum adding just enough slickness.
Before I get carried away, I pull back and kiss and suck my way down her body.
From her shoulder, across to the soft hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, my hand cupping them perfectly, one at a time.
I love teasing around her nipples, love how she arches her back, pushing her breasts up, so ravenous for my lips, for my touch.
I want to tease her, make her squirm. Prolong it as long as possible, doing long, circular laps with my tongue and then blowing lightly. I watch her skin erupt in shivers, her nipple becoming harder, pinker, and it’s torture not to put it between my teeth and give it a sharp tug.
“Oh god,” Marina whimpers, her hands running through my hair and tugging on the ends. My eyes close, loving that dose of pain. I want her to do it harder but right now, this is about her.
“Tell me what you want, sweet girl,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust. “Tell me what you need.”
She takes in a deep breath, like she’s readying herself to tell me, then grabs my head and places my lips on her nipple. “There. Harder.” She hesitates, her voice lowers and shakes. “S-suck.”
I smile at how brave she’s being when I know all of this is so new to her.
Then I do as she says, nipping the hardened end and giving it a long, hard suck into my mouth.
She yelps, then settles into a low, throaty groan, her vibrations rattling me to my very bones.
The rigid ache of my cock is almost unbearable now, and all my thoughts are being stolen, directed to my very need to be inside of her.
But I wait. She’s bound to be sore after last night.
I shuffle backward on the bed until my head is between her legs and then start lapping her up, my tongue sliding over her from cunt to clit, luxuriously slow. The way she tastes, smells, feels—I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill. I’m loving this as much as she is.
And I know she is. The longer I lick her, the harder the pressure of my tongue, the louder her moans, the more she bucks her hips up into my mouth. When I finally suck her clit between my lips, sliding a few fingers into her cunt at the same time, she comes hard.
“Fuck!” she yelps, “Oh god. Oh god, Laz. Laz.” Her voice trails off into moans that shake me to my core. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, her body trembling beneath me, throbbing against my tongue. She’s becoming undone.
But I’m not done yet.
I’m only getting started.
With borderline desperation, I grab the base of my cock and straighten up, gripping her hips, the covers falling back behind me. Sitting back on my knees, I thrust into her, barely able to control myself.
She feels so good. A silky, tight fist that won’t let go.
She cries out, her eyes widening, but I can’t help it. There’s no time to do this gently. There is a fire raging inside me and only she can douse the flames.
I take a firm grip of her thighs, my hands sinking into her soft, smooth flesh, and hold her legs back while I pull out then push myself in again.
She’s watching my cock slide in and out of her, and I’m watching too, crazed by the raw, primal sight of our bodies giving each other pleasure and how we fit so perfectly.
Darkness against all this sunshine. Who would have thought that this moment, this us, could have ever happened?
“Does that feel good?” I manage to ask, my voice breaking as the pleasure floods over me. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she says softly, staring up at me. There’s a quietness in her eyes, a peace that I know too well. That same peace lulled me to sleep last night. “I love the feel of you inside me.”
Good thing she didn’t say cock. I’m not going to last long as it is.
I push into her further, slowly moving back out. Slow, slow. Warm. Slick. This feels so good without a condom, it makes my hair stand on end.
“Please don’t stop,” she says. Her voice is raspy, quiet, and so disarmingly beautiful when I’m turning her on.
I could do this until my dying day, just this endless give and take, this exquisite pleasure I get from seeing her features soften, her body responds to me like she’s answering questions I didn’t know I asked.
I don’t stop, but I need to change it up if I want to keep going.
“Lift up,” I whisper to her, briefly pulling out and putting my hand beneath her left cheek, rolling her until she’s on her side.
I grab her leg, admiring the soft curves of her thigh as she straightens her leg against my body.
With my grip on her thigh, I slowly push myself in and out of her, sliding in even deeper than before.
I’m hitting a sweet spot, and her mouth is falling open while her eyes pinch closed.
She’s soft and aimless as my thrusts become quicker, and I’m reveling in the look of her beneath me.