Little Lamb

53 ❦ guns & roses

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I fluttered my lashes lazily and stretched my body. Sunlight peeked through the blinds and Riggs was already up, lying beside me.

"Good morning," he murmured, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to my lips.

I hummed against him, still half asleep, barely processing anything. "Mmm... morning," I mumbled and closed my eyes again, ready to drift back to sleep when I felt him shift beside me.

Before I could fully register it, his kisses trailed down my neck, over my collarbone, and lower. My brow furrowed slightly, but I didn't open my eyes, too caught between sleep and the soft, teasing press of his lips.

It wasn't until I felt his hands slipping under the waistband of my underwear that I cracked one eye open. "Riggs?"

"Shh," he said, his voice a low rasp as he slid the fabric down my thighs. "Is this okay?"

My brain finally caught up, and heat rushed through me as I nodded quickly, biting my lip. "More than okay."

His lips curved into a wicked smile, his hands slipping under my thighs to pull me closer. "Good. Because I woke up starving."

I laughed softly, my cheeks burning.
He pulled my legs apart and his mouth grazed over my pussy. "Now be good and let me have my breakfast."

I was already melting into the sheets, my breath hitching as he kissed lower, his grip tightening just enough to keep me exactly where he wanted me. "You're spoiling me."

"Not yet," he replied. "But I will."

His tongue swiped up my slit in and my laughter died in a sharp gasp. "Ah—" I moaned as he latched onto my clit, sucking with a hunger that made my back arch.

"Good girl," he murmured against me, before his tongue dove back in, fucking me in deep, messy strokes.

My fingers threaded into his hair, tugging hard enough to earn a low growl from him.

"Keep me right here, buried in this sweet pussy." he said, his voice rough and sinful as he kissed me there again, spreading me wider with his hands.

My hips bucked against his face and moans escaped my lips. "Yes just like that."

His tongue flicking over my clit, never letting up and he pressed two fingers into me, curling them just right, pumping them into my spot.

The pressure built so quickly I was helpless to stop it, my body tightening around his fingers as my orgasm ripped through me. "Ah—" I cried out, shaking as the release took over, and he didn't stop, his tongue lapping up everything I gave him.

When I finally collapsed back against the bed, trembling and breathless, he looked up at me with a grin. "Now that's a good start to my morning."

After my shower, I felt refreshed, though my body was still humming from Riggs' thorough "good morning." My cheeks flushed just thinking about it.

The top I'd worn last night was well, barely clothing, and the morning air had a bite to it. So I swiped one of Riggs' hoodies from his bag. It was oversized and warm. Perfect.

I tugged the sleeves down over my hands. I liked how it felt, like he was wrapped around me.

Heading to room where Lara was staying.
I knocked on the door and a few moments later, Kitt opened the door with a kind expression. "Morning," he said, stepping aside to let me in.

Before I could respond, Lara appeared, bright eyed and annoyingly chipper for this early hour. "Good morning, babe!" she chirped, kissing my cheek.

"Morning—" I started to reply, but then my gaze shifted behind her, and my words froze in my throat.