Loving the Lawyer (Hollyoaks)

Thirty Three

Layla pushed Sami inside. She grinned as she began taking his clothes off, stopping him each time he reached for the buttons running up the center of her dress.

The two of them had been out for a meal to talk about their relationship. And things had gotten pretty heated.

When he was down to his boxer briefs she dropped to her knees and pulled him free.

He made a light whimper, biting his lower lip as he watched her place him in her mouth.

Looking up at him, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. He reached his hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair.

Layla released him, licking around his length and then took him back into her mouth, bobbing even deeper. Sami tightened his grip on her hair but left her in control.

"Fuck," He groaned when she took part of him down her throat and held him there for as long as she could before pulling off to gasp for air.

She repeated the maneuver three more times, holding him longer with each pass.

Sami's hips bucked and the grip on her hair tightened, stopping her from continuing longer.

He gently pulled to get her to her feet, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he walked her towards her bed, and spun her so her back pressed against his chest.

Holding her firmly in place with his left arm, he reached his right hand under the skirt of her dress and into her underwear, kissing her neck when she softly moaned.

Sami's arms lifted, reaching to hold onto the back of his head as she twisted to kiss him.

He used his ministrations to gauge her readiness, all while inching her closer to the bed.

Once he was satisfied he pushed her to all fours and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. "Don't move."

Her heart raced as she waited, glancing over her shoulder when she heard him fumbling with a box.

He quickly slid the condom on and moved behind her. He lifted her dress pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.

"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.

"You ok?" The question had sounded sincere, but he hadn't slowed down.

"Yeah... uh huh." The breathy words were more moaned that spoken drawing a smirk from the man plowing into her.

Sami's pace had leveled out compared to his abrupt entry.

He appeared content with the position, something Layla wouldn't complain about since she was a fan herself.

His fingers slid to the front of her dress, slowly unfastening the buttons.

His arm slipped around her waist, continuing to thrust as he pulled her so that her back pressed against his chest allowing him to tug the dress free from her arms and toss it to the floor.

Layla dropped to the bed again, groaning into her pillow when she felt her bra loosen around her ribcage. She wiggled it off, shoving the garment in the general direction of the floor.

More of his body weight pressed against her, an adjustment that only made each thrust feel more intense, as hands slid up her torso.

She whimpered when her nipples were tweaked, bucking her hips against him.

He pinched slightly harder and she groaned, grumbling incoherently into the pillow.

Layla's hand gripped her hair, tugging to elevate her head. "What was that?"

"Do it again Maalik."

He chuckled, dropping his hold on her hair as his hands returned to her nipples. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, using the bouncing of her hips as a blueprint.

When he began circling the puckered peaks, much like he would a clit, her body stilled and her chest lifted for better access. Her moaning increasing in volume until he felt her tighten around him.

Sami lessened the touch as he coaxed her down, giving into his own release when she was close to collapsing on the bed.

Layla looked to him. She smiled. "I think that I like you."

"The feeling is entirely mutual."

"Yay."

Sami kissed the top of her head. "I think tonight we get Ebony back. And we have an evening of just us and our girl."

Layla nodded and smiled. "Oh yes. I've missed her. But I'm glad of the little break from her. It's not always easy," she said.

"I know. But we're doing the best we can."

***
Layla met with Mia. She grinned as she saw her little girl. She looked to her sister and smiled. "So Sami and I went out last night. We didn't do much other than go home and have the best sex."

Mia raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Well. At least you're happy. I'm offended you're taking my favourite girl from me. Because without her as a distraction, I'm tempted to go and find Warren," she said.

Layla rolled her eyes. "No you won't. You can do it without him. He left you when you needed him most of all. So he can back off," she told her.

Mia shrugged and smiled. She looked to her. "You and Sami. You're really okay?" She asked.

Layla nodded. "Yeah. We're better than ever. We haven't always had it easy. But it's fine. I love him. And for our girls sake, we're making it work," she said.

"Good. I'm glad. Someone needs a happy ever after," Mia said as she tickled Ebony's chin. "Auntie MiMi is going to miss you my little poppet," Mia said.

Layla rolled her eyes and smiled. "You're acting like you're not going to see her again."

***
Layla had just settled Ebony when Sami came in. He kissed her lips and smiled. "How's she been?" He asked.

"She's great. Mia didn't wanna let her go. But she's been golden. Had dinner and went straight to sleep," Layla told him.

Sami nodded and pulled her close as they watched their daughter sleeping. He knew all too well how he needed to talk to her about something. But he didn't want to rock the boat and ruin things.

But he had no idea how past mistakes were about to come back and haunt him.