Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Us Again

52

.Layla.

I just needed him back. I needed his arms around me, I needed his banter, I needed his overprotectiveness, I needed his body on mine.

As I sat outside the Gallagher house that night, I wondered if he still wanted any of that from me, or if I was too late.

We could figure all this shit out later. We needed to be us right now.

He came out to the car, and although he looked exhausted, he looked so good.

Making out in the car was getting me all sorts of worked up, and now I knew that the added thirst on my part was due to these pregnancy hormones. I knew we couldn't just fuck in the car outside his family's house, but I knew that's where we were both headed. I had to cut to the chase and beg him to come back to me.

Luckily, it didn't require too much begging, and in no time, he had his stuff and his dog and we were on our way back to the little apartment that wasn't home without Carl.

We were barely inside the door when he pressed me up against the wall with his body and began to kiss me passionately. I gasped at the feeling of his hands on me, and his mouth on my neck, and his erection straining against me through his pants. It had been only a couple days, but I had been lost without this.

He pulled off his shirt and then mine, immediately going back at me with his mouth. He cupped his hands under my ass, my signal to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist.

He carried me back to the bedroom and we fell onto the bed, never relenting with our kissing and groping.

He slid his hand up my waist to my chest, and grabbed my breast through my bra, making me moan into his mouth. I felt him grin and his hands moved to unhook my bra altogether. As my bra came off, Carl stopped what he was doing to stare at my boobs.

"These things already look bigger," he grinned before he buried his face in them as I giggled and gasped.

I ran my hands through his beautiful hair as he licked and sucked all over my chest. I was moaning and aching for more contact; he could've probably brought me to orgasm like that, but I wanted more. I wanted him.

I pulled his head back up so we were eye level again. "Please. I want you," I breathed.

He grinned and rolled over to take his pants off while I took off my shorts. He quickly climbed back on top of me and reached his hand down between us to touch me with his fingers.

I gasped. He brought them to his mouth and sucked on them. He positioned himself at my entrance, and paused to look at me with concern.

"What?" I asked breathily.

"Am I gonna hurt the baby if I do this?" he asked.

I smiled. "We've fucked so many times since conceiving this thing. No, you won't."

He sighed.

"But you will hurt my feelings if you don't slam that thing into me," I pouted, looking down between our hips.

He grinned and did just that, making both of us gasp. I grabbed onto his shoulders as he began to pump in and out. I couldn't keep quiet about how fucking good he felt.

He smirked. "God, I missed this pussy."

I cried out as he switched up his stroke and hit a new spot.

"And I missed listening to you moan and scream like a fucking porn star," he breathed, beginning to thrust harder and faster until I was calling his name and shaking beneath him.