Lyndsey taps her fingers against her thigh, impatiently awaiting your arrival. She'd been away on tour for four months and hadn't seen you since the day she left.
Currently, you were oblivious to the hot mess sitting in your living room. A few more steps and you'd be in her presence.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
You open the door, step inside without a second glance and throw your things down before you're roughly shoved stomach first against the wall. An arm wraps it's way around your head and a hand tightly covers your mouth before you can scream. The body holds you firmly against the wall with no room to move.
You try shoving the person back but they don't budge. The best you can do is try to pry their hand away from your mouth. It seems they know just how to overpower you, no matter what you do. Your heart begins to pound harder at your ribcage as a pair of soft lips press against your ear. A husky chuckle sends shivers down your spine.
"Shh."
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Your body shudders as the hand around your mouth slowly descends and wraps itself firmly around your throat.
"Lyndsey," you whisper, voice cracking, "please."
Warm lips gently make their way across your jawline and up to your own lips before stopping and smirking.
"Did you miss me, baby?" she purrs.
Her tongue reaches your lips and takes a taste before her hand finds it's way between your legs, tracing unknown patterns on your inner thighs.
"Y-yes." You stutter. Your stomach fills with butterflies and your heart pounds against your chest.
"Mmph, good," She growls against your ear. "I certainly missed you..."
Your body shudders as Lyndsey's skilled fingers mess with the button and zip on your jeans. Within seconds her fingers are threatening to feel your arousal, resting on the hem of your underwear.
"I missed this." She growls once again. Without warning her fingers press against the wet material of your underwear, applying pressure to your throbbing clit. You let out a breathy moan as she continues to touch you through your underwear.
"Lynn, please." You beg, desperately craving skin on skin contact.
"So fucking wet," You hear her mumble to no one in particular. "Come with me."
She pulls you roughly from the wall and shoves you in front of her, her hand on the middle of your back and body not far behind. You stumble clumsily but she continues to push you towards your bedroom door growing more impatient with every passing second.
"Fuck, hurry up." She hisses at you when you reach the door. You reach for the door handle and push the door opened allowing Lynn to push you through it. She steps through right behind you and pushes the door shut, she leans back against it as she grabs your hand and spins you around to face her.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard." She growls, her voice deep with lust and dominance.
"Have you been a good girl?" She asks, referring to your pre-tour agreements.
The night before Lynn left she'd made you agree that you wouldn't touch yourself until she came home.
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Lyndsey snuggles close to you after bringing you down from an intense orgasm. Your body still trembling, waves of pleasure still rippling through you.
