She wasn't entirely sure how, or when, it had happened. But before they even reached the front door of his apartment his hands were all over her again, her fingers tangled into his hair.
When she'd tripped up the steps in front of his building he'd simply swept her off her feet without even breaking his stride, carrying her up the rest of the steps as if it was nothing.
She was so wrapped up in the way his hands gripped her thighs as he carried her that she was fairly sure she wouldn't have been able to recognise the outside of the building he'd carried her into if she tried.
After a bit of a fumble to unlock the door, the two of them tumbled through, Laura finding herself wedged between the wall and his muscular body as the door closed behind them. Her shoes were discarded messily in a heap beside the door, clattering down on the wooden floor as she dropped them.
Considering the hurry he'd been to get into his building and up the stairs, he was in no rush once he actually got the two of them inside. It took her by surprise as she found herself there, legs wrapped around his waist and back pressed against the wall, with him kissing her deeply, slowly. His hands gripped her hips, one making its way up to handle messily through her hair as he bit down on her lip.
When she dared to open her eyes slightly she met his gaze, clouded with something intense for just a moment, then his lips were back on hers before she had a chance to read much into it.
Somewhere along the line, he'd pulled her away from the wall just enough that he'd managed to get a hold of the zipper on her dress. When he finally set her feet back down on the floor and moved ever so slightly away from her the material dropped in a pool around her feet.
The fact that she'd had to take her bra off before she went out because of the shape of the dress then left her standing there in his dimly lit hallway in nothing but a red lace thong.
His eyes ran up and down the length of her body appreciatively, in a way that had her blushing.
"Feeling shy all of a sudden?" He smirked.
She hesitated for a second, because she'd never done anything like this in her life and despite his mocking she was half tempted to put her clothes back on and run away. His fingers traced across her bare skin again, causing a sharp intake of breath from her. The feeling of his hands on her was how she'd got herself in this position in the first place.
It was intoxicating.
"No." She shook her head. "Just thinking about the fact I'm pretty much naked and you still seem to have all your clothes on."
She reached for the buttons on his shirt but he batted her hands away, redirecting her hands into his hair. "All in good time, Cherie." He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up again, carrying her through the dimly lit apartment in what she really hoped was the direction of his bedroom.
A few seconds later she was dropped down on to what was quite possibly the softest bed she'd ever laid on. He stripped out of his shirt, pulling off his jeans and then crawled up the bed, peppering kisses along her legs, across her stomach and chest and all the way up to her jaw until his lips met hers again.
"That's better." She breathed, fingers tangling into his hair, legs locking around his waist to hold him there. Her fingers traced over the newly exposed muscles on his chest as he leaned down to kiss her again.
His lips dropped to the skin of her neck, teeth grazing over the skin in a way that was bound to leave a mark. She could feel that smirk on his face as her hips rolled up into his every time his teeth grazed over her skin.
"What do you want?" He murmured against her neck.
She rolled her hips into his again, the movement slow and deliberate, an answer to his question.
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Escapism (CL 16)
أدب الهواة"Just a heart broke bitch High heels six inch In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page"
