[1] constellation | p.lahote

[ twenty-two ]

[ twenty-two | graduation ]
[ mid june ]
[ includes some sexual content ]
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Estella decided that she never wanted to wake up not in the arms of Paul Lahote. But she had to admit as the weather got warmer, his hot embrace was making her feel uncomfortable and sweaty. Hence why she was currently wiggling to escape his scolding hot arms.

"Stop movin, baby." Paul murmured in the midst of sleep.

"Your too hot." She whined.

"Thanks, you too." He muttered before falling back asleep, his grip tightening.

"Paul!" She exclaimed and thrashed against him.

He groaned awake and let her go, opening his eyes to watch her yank the covers off them and dramatically fan her face as she sat up in bed. She turned to look at him with narrowed eyes and tied her long hair back with the hair tie on her wrist. Paul just offered her his sleepy grin that he knew made her melt inside.

"Don't look at me like that." She complained and pushed a hand over his face.

With ease, Paul grabbed her waist, flipping her under him as he settled between her legs which had fallen open despite her whines and wriggling of protest, which he ignored and kept that grin on his face making a small pout form on hers.

"That was attempted murder." He teased.

"Self defence 'cause you where trying to freaking cook me." She replied sassily.

He chuckled and dropped down onto her making her huff under his weight but she draped her arms around his large frame. She was about to start complaining about how hot she was when she felt his lips moving against her neck and felt as though she was melting away.

Paul found her sweet spot with ease, gently sucking on the spot before smoothing over the skin with his tongue, hearing her heart beat speed up and her breathing hitch. A smirk rose to his lips against his wishes and his fingers lightly dug into her hips, pulling her closer.

Feeling her hands lightly push at his shoulders, Paul pulled back thinking she wanted him to stop but instead found she was shoving him onto his back so she could straddle his lap. She lowered down and captured his lips with her own, hands resting on his bare chest.

He didn't know where to put his hands, he felt like a virgin and suddenly any experience he ever had felt like it drained out his ears. But he was strangely turned on by her hands grabbing his to set them on her hips, close to her ass. He came to his senses and dragged her hips down against his.

"Paul." She whimpered so softly and quiet he almost didn't hear her.

"Baby." He hummed and gently grinded her back and forth on his lap.

Their breathing picked up, with Estella letting out quiet little moans against Paul's mouth and him growing harder and harder. She felt nervous, she wanted to be with Paul but had never done that before, and she knew Paul had, so the fear of disappointing him or that it would hurt was at the front of her brain.

"I-I want to..." She trailed off with an embarrassed blush.

"Want to what, baby?" Paul encouraged, needing to here the words.