Miss Tate (Emmerdale)

027

Lacey knew how she missed her sister. She hadn't seen her in a couple of weeks. And she was worried. She knew it wasn't like her to just up and leave without telling anyone.

She felt as though her dad had something to do with it. And she was going to find out. She knew how Kim had said there was nothing to worry about. But she wasn't so sure.

Things with Cain had heated up a lot. And she was loving it. He was a welcome distraction. Something she craved. She knew how things were going with them.

Both of them were wanting to make things work. Knowing that it was easy for them both. They had both had disastrous relationships in the past.

Lacey rolled over in bed with him. She smiled and looked to him. Cain wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled. "You good?" He asked.

Lacey nodded. "Yeah. I'm sore. But it was so worth it," she told him as she grinned. She looked to him. "We could go again?" She said.

"Thought you'd never ask."

Kisses trailed down her chest then stomach, his fingers tugging the underwear off as his body shifted lower on the bed.

Lacey panted when he lowered his head, her chest rising and falling, temporarily blocking her view when his tongue made contact.

Green orbs connected with hers on her exhale and she maintain the contact until her chest lifted again. Using the break to shift her attention to the ceiling.

He could already hear her labored breaths and involuntary moans, he didn't need to see the desperation in her eyes as well.

The tongue tormenting her clit became more focused, swirling and flicking, those fingers working their way into her.

Curling toward a spot that made her her insides constrict around them. He shouldn't be able to push her that close that quickly, but he had.

His lips wrapped her sensitive nub, grazing his tongue over the tip that had only been made more responsive by the gentle suction.

She was convinced his motivation was to prove he had more control of her body than she did. One hand tightened around his comforter, the other gripped onto a section of his hair as her back arched.

The jerking of her hips—a telltale sign of her release—prompted no relenting on his part. Lacey groaned louder than she'd intended, the fingers clamped within his hair tugging his head backwards until he finally eased his mouth from her.

She caught the brief smile, but chose to ignore it as he kissed up her torso, tonguing the nipple he'd neglected earlier on his path to her lips.

She could feel him teasing her opening. "C-Cain..."

"Yes." He hummed, shifting kisses to her neck as his hands roamed freely.

"Do you have a condom?" She whispered the question. Knowing she didn't want to have a baby yet.

"Yeah," Cain said as he took the condom out of the drawer and slipped it on.

Lacey grinned at seeing the one thing she wanted. Cain's hard cock standing to attention in front of her. 

He didn't allow her much time to over think before his lips were on hers again and she could feel him pushing into her.