The Secrets of Lore Seymour

88. Driving Him Crazy

Warning: Mature Content. Please keep comments respectful.

Lore locks the door behind us. My lips are on his the moment we're in the clear. I feel his soft chuckle against my lips, a sweet smile that I share. Is it okay to feel like this, like I'm on top of the world?

Lore's arms slip around my waist, holding me close. My heart races, nervous and eager for what's to come. I've typically been the one in the lead in most of my relationships, certainly not from disinterest. I suppose I've never been comfortable enough to hand over control because deep down I always knew the relationships wouldn't last. Now, I'm really hoping this relationship with Lore will last a long, long time... if not forever.

My own thoughts make me blush for reasons Lore certainly doesn't expect. Heat rises, threatening to permanently stain my cheeks. Thankfully, Lore is more fixated on arousing me beyond comprehension to notice. He kisses my neck, one hand already fondling me through my clothes. The slow, teasing movement of his hand accompanied by the heat of the fabric has me reeling. Goosebumps litter my skin, growing in intensity when he pushes the jacket from my shoulders. The gentle touch of his fingers makes me short of breath. I should laugh at the thought considering all that we've done together, but Lore has that effect on me. One small moment, one little movement makes me fall a little more.

Undressing does mean a momentary stop in the pleasurable touch of his hand on my arousal, though seeing Lore in all his naked glory is certainly worth the momentary pause. Our clothes lay forgotten, scattered across the room as Lore guides us to bed. I fall back onto the mattress, enjoying the view of Lore's body and imagining all that we're about to do.

As if he can read my thoughts, Lore smirks and roughly grips my thighs to part them. My body is overcome by shivers when he takes his place between my legs, grinding our hips together. The moment he's close, I grip the back of his nape to hungrily mark his neck. Taking the skin between my teeth until his deep moan reverberates against my ear. It has been a while and I may be more eager than expected, but Lore certainly doesn't mind. He responds in kind, thrusting his hips against mine or clinging to my waist when something feels too good.

My skin breaks out with goosebumps. Muscles begin to twitch as my hands explore his back, feeling the muscles until my nails cling to his shoulders when Lore grabs my hips hard enough to bruise. He brings our hips together, grinding hard enough to make my thighs tremble with need. I release quiet whimpers, overcome by the added stimulation of Lore's fingers playing with my chest.

"You know," Lore bites my bottom lip, his eyes overcome by lust. "You're making it very difficult for me to be gentle."

I release a laugh followed by a drawn out moan when Lore's hand moves down to grip the base of my cock. My hips tremble from the slow pumping of his hand. I try to thrust, but he keeps my hips down, slowing the movement so the pleasure builds, coiling painfully hot.

"Shouldn't a lord have better control of himself?" I ask, regretting that decision when Lore releases me. Trembles move through me, leaving me panting. Lore rests his elbows on either side of my head, keeping the heat of his body off mine. It's maddening.

"Maybe this lord should show the control he has by leaving you to tend to yourself," he says, wearing nothing but a playful glare. One that moves down my body in a way that says he wouldn't dare leave. Still, I play the game.

"But then you'd have to tend to yourself too," I say, taking hold of his arousal. Lore curses, already thrusting into my eager hand. "Do you really want that?"

Lore kisses me hard, returning his body to mine. The heat of earlier returns with a vengeance, seeking to burn us from the inside out.

"Certainly not," he admits, a quiet whisper against my neck. "You drive me crazy, my sweet Seren."