The Healing Process (L.T)

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WARNING: SEXUAL/EXPLICIT CONTENT

SN: This was longgggggggggggggggggg overdue.

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One time.

One time can't hurt.

Just a little taste...

They started on the couch. 

It went from soft kisses and gentle caresses against Ivy's skin, to him carrying her to his room with her in one arm and the other trying to undo his pants. Ivy held on to him tight, a whimper slipping past her lips when he felt her squeeze her ass. This moment was pivotal for her, as crazy as it sounded. Although she wasn't a virgin, this would be the first time she wanted to have sex on her own. Laurent wasn't making it any better with the sins he was whispering against her lips, sending her mind into a frenzy as she anticipated what was to come.

"Laurent, please," she mumbled, clutching onto his face as she refused to free his lips. "I want you so bad...can you hurry..."

"No," Laurent replied, pushing his door open with his foot before he entered the room. "You not just a quick fuck, ivy...I'm going to treat you so good. But listen," he sat her down on his bed, standing between her legs as he looked down at her. Laurent genuinely wasn't aware of the affect he had on her as he hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her head so his eyes could meet hers. An intense ache began to flow between Ivy's legs as he ran a thumb over her lip, and the way he was looking at her could've killed her if she let him.

I probably would.

Actually.... no.

"What?" Ivy said timidly, her eyes fluttering softly.

"If there is a point that you want me to stop...I need you to tell me."

Ivy frowned, wondering why he would say something like that. "Why would I want you to stop if i want it?"

"Consent," Laurent replied firmly, letting her know her boundaries were respected. "You can say yes now, and you can change you mind later. I will still be okay with it. I just want you to feel safe with me to tell me no. Deal?"

Ivy nodded, earning a tender smile from Laurent before he laid her back on the bed. Ivy allowed it, her heart hammering in her chest when he climbed on top of her.

Okay, she thought as the panic started to rise. I see what he means.

She began to panic, but she hid it very well, her eyes following Laurent's hands wherever they touched. He was aware that she was watching him, and he didn't complain about it. He wanted her to know that no matter what happened or happens, he's not going to hurt her.

"Are you okay?" He asks her, his fingertips hovering above the hem of her sweatpants. Ivy nodded slowly, leading him to his next question.

"Can I take them off?"

Yes.

"Please," Ivy said, her voice much closer to a whisper than anything else. Laurent nodded, his dick aching in his pants as he pulled her pants down. Ivy began to grow a little self-conscious, thinking about the times when Bryce would pull her pants down during...during that. He was rougher, careless and didn't ask her once if he could do the things that he did to her. She tried to push those thoughts away, her mind putting its focus on the way Laurent began to massage her legs. She was sure that he's seen her scars there, but she didn't dare to look at him. Instead, she shut her eyes, telling herself that this was going to go exactly how she wanted it to.