In Love With a Roscoe {Hollyoaks}

Eleven

Lia walked into the flat with warren. They were kissing passionately. He lead her to the bedroom as she smirked.

Lia looked to Warren and smirked as he pulled her close and kissed her. She leant in and brushed her lips against his and moaned. He ran his hands up her thighs and gripped her waist before he flipped her so that she was on her back as she looked up at him.

She ran her hands down his chest and smirked She undid his shirt and looked to him. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to tell his skin against hers.

He let out an appreciative groan at the sight of her. "So beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse. He leaned down to kiss her again before moving his mouth down to her breasts.

He took her left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while one of his hands tweaked her other nipple. Lia rolled her head back and moaned.

He laid there for some time, lavishing her breasts with attention, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other, his fingers following, while she squirmed and whined underneath him.

The scratch of his stubble against her skin burned in the best way possible. And she wanted nothing more than to feel it in between her legs.

Warren must've read her mind, because he started to kiss down her stomach, occasionally sucking and biting at the soft skin there. He ran his hands up her thighs and pulled off her panties. Leaving her completely naked in front of him

Suddenly warrens head was between her legs, nipping and sucking at the flesh of her thighs.

Lia whimpered at the feeling of his stubble scratching her sensitive skin. She could feel him smirk against her as squirmed and tried to get closer to his face.

Lia could feel his breath against her slick folds and it made her shiver. Warren looked up at Lia. His pupils blown wide, lips red and kiss swollen.

One of his thumbs running up her slit lightly, stopping just short of her clit. She gasped at the sensation.

"Can I taste you, Lia? Please, let me taste you."

"God, Warren, yes," Lia answered, nodding get head enthusiastically. Without missing a beat, Warren ducked his head, flattening his tongue against her and licking a broad line up her pussy.

Lia let out a broken moan, her hips bucking up, trying to chase his tongue, but he gripped her hips and pressed her down. She gripped the edge holding herself in place as she rolled her head back. 

He moved to her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he brought one hand down to tease his fingers through her folds. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside of her and began pumping it in and out languidly.

Lia gasped, throwing her head back even further her hands sought purchase in his hair. She tugged on the short strands, pulling his face closer to her. He groaned into her, the sound reverberating through her body.

He pulled off of her clit slipping another finger inside of her. He leaned his cheek against the inside of her thigh, his breath coming out in short pants. Lia could feel herself get closer.

"You feel so good wrapped around my fingers, Li . So tight and wet." He started to speed up, crooking his fingers and finding her sweet spot right away.

His words and his fingers were too much. The coil in her belly started to tighten and she were gasping for breath. She couldn't speak, couldn't think.

All she could do was let out tiny, broken moans and focus on how good Warren was making her feel. She didn't think that anyone could ever made feel this good before.

"You're close, Lia, I can feel it. Can feel the way your tightening up. Come for me, Li. Come for me, let me feel it, let me see it."

He took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard at the same time he hit her sweet spot again, and she was done for. Lia came with a gasp that turned into a long, drawn-out moan as her pussy spasmed around his fingers.