summer love / lewis redman

day 7

"It's eight in the morning," Lucy said breathlessly as Lewis rocked his hips against hers, the only thing separating them being the thin layers of their underwear. His right hand traced over her hip bone, sliding around her lower back as his left propped him up over her.

"I don't see a problem." Lewis said against her skin, his tongue tracing down her neck before his lips settled on her collar bone, sucking gently on her skin.

"I have to be at work in two hours," Luciana's breath hitched, and she tried to keep her hips from grinding up against his.

"And?" Lewis mumbled, his lips sinking to the edge of her bra and making her choke on her breath.

"I should go home, get ready before then." Lucy breathed, her voice weak.

"Tell me more." Lewis taunted, the mattress shaking slightly as his lips moved down her stomach.

"I can't be late." Lucy persisted, her voice slightly clearer this time.

"And your point is?" Lewis asked, his eyes looking up towards hers and his lips touched the skin at the edge of her underwear, making Lucy squirm as she grabbed the sheets.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," She squeaked, her voice cracking and her ability to form English words disintegrating.

Lewis smirked, she could feel it against her skin as his teeth attached to her underwear, tugging them slightly before his hands reached up to tug them down her hips. She made no move to stop him, in fact, Luciana lifted her hips so that he could get them off easier. 

"I think we can work something out." Lewis responded smartly, his hand sliding up her stomach before it found hers, linking their fingers together. Suddenly, they were done talking as she only let out a moan in response, her nails digging into the back of his hand, the other tangling in his hair.

"Lewis," Lucy moaned, throwing her head back into the pillows, and trying to hold in all of the sounds she wanted to let out from within.

"Say my name again." Lewis breathed, and she felt her muscles tense up as his lips touched her skin again.

"Lewis," She repeated, biting her lip hard until she tasted blood, turning her face to bury it in the pillows as she moaned again.

Lucy could feel his own moan against her inner thigh as he began to work his lips back up her body, crawling over her and dragging his lips over hers, tasting her breath on his tongue. "Mierda," Lucy choked out, making Lewis chuckle.

"What does that mean?" He asked. Lucy's eyes met his, with a familiar sparkle in them, and suddenly she was pushing him back and rolling over on top of him, rolling her hips over his. 

"Shit," Lewis gasped, his hands grabbing her hips hard.

She smirked back, bending down so her hair hung around him and her lips were touching his. "That's a rough translation."