Slight smut, but nothing to graphic. If you are really anti smut, then why are you even reading this? Still though, just a little warning, but nothing to terrible.
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Lauren's P.O.V:
I woke up and felt something in my arms. It felt small and frail like a child, but it was warm and soft to the touch. Everything around me was silent except for the quiet and paced snores of whatever was in my arms. I opened my eyes to see a mass of brown hair in my face that smelled like a mixture of vanilla and mangos. That's when I knew what I was holding, or rather, who.
I looked down and saw her bare back and lace bra strap disappear under the covers along with my lower half which was pressed up against her. I could feel the slightly ruff texture of the bedding on my skin, and knew that if I was wearing anything, it wasn't much. My arms ran around to the front of this angelic being in front of me, and when I moved my fingers, I felt the smooth skin that belonged to her stomach.
All in a rush, images of the night before flew into my mind. They were beautiful and left even me in suspense as the flood turned into a trickle and I began practically begging my own brain to show me the next image.
I remembered everything after a time and the smile that crept on my face was from pure enjoyment. The way I had been allowed to trace my fingers around every inch of her body and kiss every inch in the same way. Her legs had been wrapped around my waist and the way she laughed when I would find a ticklish spot still rang through my head like a song on repeat.
We didn't jump straight into everything though. First, we just cuddled; because I wanted her to be sure that she really wanted to do this. There was no question in my mind if I wanted to do it, but I wanted her to be absolutely positive.
When cuddling turned into kissing, and kissing turned into making out, I knew she was serious. When I had thought about this moment in my mind, I had never dreamed about it being as special as it was. For the first time, it was up to me to make sure she was comfortable, and ready. It was new and exhilarating, but still held a certain level of care to it.
As clothes began to be removed, and I was in full few of the beautifully stunning girl that lay underneath me, I was in shock. I knew that she was breath-taking, but seeing her with my own two eyes was something that not even my dreams could think of. Her curves fit into mine like puzzle pieces in the right place. I traced on her stomach with my fingers and found ticklish spot, after ticklish spot. She finally removed my hand from her stomach when she couldn't stand laughing any longer and put it next to her head. She then locked her hands around the back of my neck and slowly pulled my head down to hers.
The words she spoke in an almost inaudible whisper still jumped around in my mind. "I'm ready, just go for it." I wasn't sure if it was the fact of how she said it, or what she said, but that got me into full gear. I leaned my lips onto hers and started kissing her with as much passion as I could muster and then some.
Before I could think of it, my head was already moving down to her neck and sucking at the spots above her collar bone. She moaned with vigor and that only encouraged me more. I only stopped my bombarding of kisses to move my eyes back to stare into hers. She nodded slightly and I traced my thumb over her lips before dragging it down along with her lower lip. Once my finger unconnected with it, the lip sprang back to its original position and I pecked her lips before making my way back to her neck.
I kissed down her arms taking extra care at her hands to kiss every fingertip individually. After I would finish, she would take my cheek in her hand and caress it with her thumb. When I finally got up to her collar bone, I realized I hadn't planted any kisses on her jaw line, and did so without another moment of hesitation. From there I worked down to her breast and proceeded to kiss every inch of them as well. I made it down to her stomach and sucked on various spot receiving both moans and giggles from her luscious mouth.
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