The Girl With The Dying Heart•Laurmani[COMPLETED]

Thirty Three

*kind of a smut warning*

Normani

Ours lips melted into a passionate kiss that sent my head running in circles, her hands on my waist as she held me close to her body. I whimpered softly as she ran her fingers against the skin that covered my hip bone, her touches igniting a long lost feeling.

"Oh baby, I missed you," she whispered in my ear after trailing soft kisses across my cheek. I breathed deeply, lifting my head up to admire her beautiful features. Her black hair was sprawled across the blue sheets of the bed, her shirt pulled halfway up her torso as she stretched beneath me.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," I told her, leaning down to capture her full lips between mine once more. They moved against mine with an anxiousness that reminded me of the morning in San Francisco as I separated our lips to pull the shirt off of her.

Green eyes looked up at me as Lauren sat up, pulling me forward onto her lap. She kissed me again and I reached behind her back, unlatching the clip of her bra so I could have access. It was thrown to the side lazily as she tugged at my hair before pushing my sports bra up and over my head. "Ugh, I hate these things," she muttered as she managed to get it off before she smiled and looked at me through hooded eyes.

"Well you always seem to be quick enough to get it off," I commented as she rolled her eyes and put her hands on my neck, pulling me close.

"When there's something I want, I'm not patient Normani," she admitted strongly as she gently laid be down on the bed, towering above me. "I'll have you back soon enough. She's not right for you."

I stared at her in confusion as I looked around, seeing we were in the bedroom of her apartment. What was she talking about? I wasn't with anyone else. "What?" I asked as she started to leave open mouthed kisses down my body.

"Nothing," she mumbled as she moved down my body, her hands cupping my breasts which caused me to arch my back at the sudden contact. I squirmed beneath her as she squeezed the soft mounds before removing one hand to wrap her mouth around the top. "L-Lo," I groaned, feeling her tongue lap over the erect nipple that she had pulled between her lips.

Whimpers fell from my lips as she flicked the other nipple with two fingers, the sensation bringing unknown pleasure to me before she switched. Fuck, she was good at this and she knew that. "How do you want it baby?" She questioned softly as she used one hand to push my sweatpants and underwear down, leaving me completely vulnerable and naked as she got down on her stomach. I watched as she slid my thighs up onto her shoulder, the scene almost making me come undone right on the spot. She looked good between my legs.

Her mouth leaned to the side, biting on my skin as I let out a high pitched squeal. "Mm..Lauren," I struggled to speak as she smirked and ran her fingers through my folds.

"Come on baby. Do you want it nice and slow?" She asked, slipping a finger into me that she moved with a slow speed. "Or fast and hard?" Suddenly, that finger was going a lot quicker than before and it made my thighs quiver as I moaned before she stopped abruptly. "Well baby, tell me," she spoke.

I woke up suddenly, heavy breaths flowing out of my lungs as I looked around, seeing that I was my dorm room. Oh my god. My eyes slowly shifted over to see Dinah sleeping on her bed across the room. Immediately, a pain on guilt surfaced in my gut as I touched my hand to my forehead, feeling it wet with sweat. Had I really just had a dream about Lauren? An intimate dream? Was that normal?