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Chapter 70: Reflection

Don't give up on me...

-Laive

Perfect...

Laive

Laive almost became a fast tail heathen getting caught up in Tremaine's affections. Soon paranoid, L jumped up when she was convinced somebody pulled into the driveway out front. She panicked to turn off the dim lights and began peeping out the covered bedroom window.

"Babe..."

"Ain't nobody even out there." Tremaine smacked his lips in annoyance. "Come here."

Laive's forehead felt clammy as she wiped it with the back of her hand. Not sure whether it was a result of how turned on she had been or the nervousness she felt from possibly getting them caught. The dim moonlight gleamed through numerous small creases from the blinds, forming stripes of faint light across Tremaine's chest. His skin was bronzed, complimented by abs and muscles a bit laxer in form. Not too hard but just enough definition to notice the cut of each muscle melting into his physique. Just how she liked him. Laive paused her search for trespassers once she felt Tremaine's presence over her shoulder.

"I can't even see up there."

Tremaine enclosed Laive's waist within his arms and delicately kissed her shoulder, "Didn't I tell you come here?"

"I think we should just go-"

L's idea to leave was quieted once Tremaine passionately locked their lips together again. He pushed his tongue so far into her mouth, she hadn't even noticed that he was walking them back in front of the reflective glass. Laive's skin was hot from embarrassment as she viewed their reflection. Tremaine was shirtless in his grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs in contrast to L's naked frame.

Laive glanced over her appearance as he stood in rear.

Her hair.

Wild...

Her body.

Fuller...

L wondered how she could reverse the fact that her thighs seemed bigger. And her hips had definitely spread a little wider...MèMè would soon say her shape was filling out or notice that her grown woman weight was finally settling in. An opinion amongst old folk in her family that meant Laive was spreading in all the right places because somebody was frequently in between her legs.

Dammit.

"I need to lose some weight or tone up because I-"

"Stop." Tremaine shook his head looking her over in adoring angst and pulled L's body back onto his. "You not 'bout to start that shit. "

"..."

"You're beautiful baby. Ain't nothin' wrong with how you look."

L tucked a few curls behind her ear and whispered, "Thank you."

Time stood still as L flushed in sweet shame from his compliment and Tremaine kissed her hungrily, playing a mild game of tug of war with their tongues. He caressed L all over with soothing touches and delicate kisses. Tussling his fingers in her jet-black curls. Brushing over both shoulders, down to her hands...eventually intertwining them with his own.

"...Tremaine," L breathlessly shuddered.

"What?..."

She couldn't reply to him in her intoxicated state. Too stunned by the way Tremaine absentmindedly worked his hips into her back side, arousing small whimpers every time her ass jiggled from impact.

Laive responded in quivers pressing back into him, "Unnhh..."

He roughly fisted her hair in the right hand while his other gripped into her left hip. Causing goose bumps to raise on L's skin from the endless amount of pecks and licks he purposefully left behind. Laive felt as if she held the most treasured body in the universe. Like she was worth more than gold underneath his expedition. The air barely escaped her lungs when he nipped and kissed his favorite spots. Tremaine was marking his territory, leaving L's soft skin burning from how hard he'd latched on to her anatomy.