FATE

69 - Living With Lemuel (2)

Pls read at your own risk. Steamy chapter.

Lilly:

I was sitting in front of the mirror. Looking at myself, I did this everyday. Most times I would end up wearing makeup on a dirty body.

I had just woken up and I was still wearing my night robe. At the same time, I was helping Lemuel prepare for work. My job was to make breakfast, at least for today.

Lemuel did most of the cooking himself.

Living with Lemuel was cool. He treats me like a princess, I don't even touch a thing. You know the way newly wedded couples live, that's exactly how we live over here.

I don't know how I ended up here, things are really happening. My life changed since I met him.

"Babe I'm ready." Lemuel said, coming out of the closet.

I looked away from the mirror and turned to him. I scrunched up my face when I saw that he was half dressed. He was still trying to fix the cufflinks of his shirt and his tie hung on his neck, undone.

"You are not dressed well yet." I frowned, getting up from my seat.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "That's why you are there."

"Whatever." I waved my hands. Then I raised it to his neck.

Lemuel grasped my wrists immediately.

I gasped In shock at that move, but I quickly covered it with a shy smile.

He smirked. "I always take you by surprise don't I."

I blushed and bit my bottom lip.

"Did I remind you of how you look so beautiful and charming and stunning. My morning glory!" He praised, cupping my face in his hands.

I blushed and pressed my lips together. "Lemuel.... you need to go to work."

He leaned in closer and I moved my face a bit, feeling my eyes close. A hot kiss, landed on the left side of my neck. My eyes flew open at the touch, I let out a hot breath.

"You like that?" He whispered against my skin, his breath keeping me over the edge.

I said nothing, then I felt his hands travel to my inner tigh, his rough hands caressing my tigh.

"Oh God." I moaned.

I had never felt like this before. I mean Lemuel never crossed the line.

Then he lifted my tigh with his hand. "Should I stop?" He placed hot kisses on my neck, trailing down my neck.

I whimpered and squirmed my body to his touch.

Then his lips connected with mine and his tongue roamed every corner of my mouth.

His hands travelled right above my pubic area.

Shit! This is wrong.

His other hand travelled to my left bossom.

"Lemuel." I managed a breath.

"Tell me to stop." His voice came out husky.

I loved this, I really love this but this is wrong, right?

"Don't stop!" I breathed out, pulling him closer to me.

My mind was telling me stop, but my body was saying otherwise and my body made me say that.

He pulled my g-string down and I whimpered at the feel of his hands on my skin.

Then he lifted me up and dropped me on the table. I held my breath, my chest beating so hard.

The curtains were wide open, so the rays from the sun lit our room up.

Lemuel started to open my legs slowly, I bit my lips and closed my eyes at the sensation; resting my hands on the table for support.

I was hot, feeling hot all over me.

His next move was not anticipated, he threw one of my legs over his shoulder.

"Shit!" I muttered.

Then I felt this touch. His thumb on my g spot. He slipped his finger into my soaking wet cunt.

"So wet." He rubbed slowly, tapping my clit.

"Lemuel.. fuck." I moaned.

He slipped his finger in and out of me. Then he moved it in a circular motion and after that, he would brush my clit. Then he added two extra fingers at the same time, diving into my g spot.

"Oh God!" I gasped and moaned. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I dug my nails into the table, jerking my body forward.

Then he thrusted out of me. I was just about to catch my breath when he slipped in his three fingers again.

He started rubbing the area around my clit, this time he was so fast. He continued with the same pace. I felt my body crashing, everything relapsing and when I was about to crash, he blew air into me.

"Fuck!"

I don't know where I learnt to use the f- word.

"How was I?" He smirked at me, licking my cum.

That just made me wetter.

"You didn't let me cum." I complained jumping off the table.

"How about I make you cum?"

That would be nice!

Then I perceived something that was choking.

Holy shit!

I was actually boiling water for tea.

And then I forgot.

"Babe something is burning."

Then I ran out of the room, hurrying down the stairs and into the kitchen.

It was even worse down here, the choking smell had filled up the whole house. I felt like vomiting right now.

If I want finger fucking with Lemuel, this wouldn't have happened.

I quickly turned off the gas, coughing and covering nose with my mouth.

Then Lemuel came in, running after me.

He helped me clear the mess and we had to make break fast together.

Then he had to leave for work.

I helped him arrange his shirt, knot his tie and fix the cufflinks. Then I straightened the shirt with my hands of course, running down his chest.

He grabbed his laptop bag or suitcase.
"Pls don't try to cook anything again, so that you don't burn down the house." He told me at the door.

I hissed lowly. "Stop joor." I slapped his chest.

He chuckled and then kissed my hair.

Then he placed his hands around my waist.

"Take care of yourself and the baby. You know I love you so much."

I smiled, then he gave my lips a chaste kiss.

After that he rubbed his hands on my belly.

"I love you princess." He bent down on one knee and kissed my belly.

"Take care and don't stress mama too much."

I chuckled.

"Okay go." I held his arms and helped him up.

Then he kissed my cheek.

"We'll finish what we started when I get back." He whispered and kissed my earlobe.

Then opened the door and walked out.

That was enough to keep me crazy for the rest of the day.