𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

warnings: smut

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Lloyd relished the sob that broke free from her chest as his tongue danced along her thighs.

He had been at it for at least thirty minutes, lapping at her core like he was a man starved. His hair was tugged at so harshly his head ached, but it was the best pain he could've ever asked for. "Lloyd please," she begged, thighs shaking as they closed around his head, suffocating him in the heaven between her legs. He had brought her to the edge, pulling away only to let the orgasm that burned in her stomach to dissipate before he went back to eating her like a man starved. "I heard what you said to Suzanne," a languid lick went up her slit, a scream tumbling past her lips when the tip of his tongue flicked her clit, "about how you weren't using me," lips suctioning to her button, tears freely falling down her face as her back arched. Two years away and he still knew her body like the back of his hand.

"I wasn't I promise, I wasn't using you."

She was sobbing her reply, fingers pulling at his hair while she writhed on the bed, desperate to keep him close and to push him further away. The corner of Lloyds mouth lifted in a smirk, sliding two fingers into her twitching channel, another sob racketing around the room, her entire body seizing at the intrusion to her sex. "Tell me what you were really thinking when you kissed me, when you silently begged me to fuck you in that airplane." His voice was taunting, pulling his mouth away from her to allow her enough brain power to answer his question, stilling his fingers a desperate whine left her mouth, hips gyrating to try and get some friction. His palm made contact with her clit, a harsh sticky pop echoing around the room was music to his ears, her hips immediately stilling while owlish blue eyes blinked rapidly to focus on him. "I needed you, I hated how much I tried to convince myself I still hated you, I don't forgive you for what you've done, but I can't keep lying to myself. That's what I was thinking."

Sex induced answers from her were always the most truthful.

Lloyd's smirk had her keening, fingers tightening in his hair while he crooked his fingers, her orgasm washing over her in a tsunami, his name falling like a prayer off her lips. "I want you to listen to me very closely sunshine," he kicked off his boxers as he slid up her body, mouthing at her neck, his mustache was doused in her juices, wet as he placed kisses along her heated skin, "are you listening?" His breath was hot on her ear as he nibbled on her earlobe, pressing a kiss against her tear soaked cheeks, "yes," a harsh breath was pushed out of her lungs, "yes Lloyd, I'm listening I promise."

"Leaving you two years ago was a sham, you have always been and always will be mine."

He pushed into her with one fluid thrust, a loud scream leaving her lips as she gripped his shoulders to ground herself. Her walls fluttered around Lloyd, a groan leaving his lips as he dropped his head down to her forehead, pressing a kiss above the cut that sat in the center, hands prying her fingernails out of his skin and locking them together. He wanted her to see him, to let him crowd all of her senses, and he knew it was working, in the way that her eyes blinked rapidly to meet his, tear tracks running down her cheeks in two thick rivers. "You promised you would never hurt me, was it all a lie?" Her voice broke as he rolled his hips, bringing beautiful friction that they both desperately needed, moans melting together.

"The only lie I ever told," Lloyd grunted with each thrust he was delivering, he could feel her stitches rubbing against his outer thigh, tickling the skin, "was that our relationship meant nothing." She ducked her head into his neck as a loud moan left her lips, squeezing his hands tightly. Lloyd missed this, waking up and being able to bury himself in her, the way that their bodies molded together and bent to each others will. He was home, she was his home, and he knew deep down that she believed he was her home as well. "Our relationship," thrust, "meant," thrust, "everything to me." Lloyd stilled when her walls clamped down on him, a sob ripped from her chest as another orgasm washed over her body, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her skin, making their bodies stick together. "Good girl sunshine," Lloyd pressed a kiss to her head before he continued his pace, his own peak hitting him quickly as he spilled into her, painting her walls and sighing in contentment when she wrapped her legs around his hips, holding onto him.