The Game

Fifty-six

"Oh my god" I pant as he slides my thong down.

Is this too fast? If I think of the fact I've known him two years no, the fact I haven't had sex in five years? I guess that answers my questions. I raise myself off my bed so my underwear can be removed easily.

He moves up over me using his strong arms to hold himself up off me.

"You're so beautiful, Lauren" our eyes connect and I'm suddenly reminded by the last person to tell me I was beautiful. Its strange as you'd think it would be happy memories but for me even complements were a trauma. I close my eyes and try and shake away these memories I can't allow them to take over, I can't allow them to ruin this for me. This is my test if they ruin this, they'll ruin every experience for me.

"It's me remember that" he whispers as he leans in and closes his mouth around mine.

That's right it's Darren, it's not louis, liam or worse Harry.

"Safe word.. Raspberry" he pulls away.

I frown looking at him, "Raspberry?"

"It's my favourite fruit" he smiles.

"Mine too" I brush my hand over his cheek.

He lowers himself down on me and starts massaging my breasts while leaving soft kisses all over my neck and chest.

"Mmm" I allow myself to enjoy this moment.

Darren starts moving down me towards my sex and this is where the real test begins. I feel his arms hook under both my thighs and lift them slightly, I can feel his breath on my area and it sends goosebumps all over my body.

I lift my head and am greeted with his brown eyes, glistening in the light coming from the street lamp outside. The orange glow gives a golden romantic vibe, he sucks in his bottom lip and he gives a little smirk before he dips his head down, he's like the cat that got the cream. I catch a small glimmer of my scar where I had Harry's tattoo removed years ago, another fucking reminder.

I lay my head back and shake him off my brain again, I close my eyes and rest my hands on Darren's head as he slowly dips his tongue up and down my creases, I feel myself getting wet from arousal. It's an odd feeling, I've had plenty of sexual experience yet I've never experience it in a positive way and being aroused is something new to me. Yes I had sex a handful of times before the boys but I can't remember it, it's over shadowed by them.

Darren uses his tongue to continue to make me more wet for him, "Hmm Darren" I moan as I shake my head from side to side trying to control the rise of pressure building up.

I feel him chuckle against my sex as he goes harder using his mouth in a way I've never felt. I guess one good point of dating someone Seven years older is they have that experience. His tongue dips into my opening and out again, round in circles over my clit my body reacts by shaking.

"I'm going to finish" I pant. The tension is getting to much for me to hold in.

He slowly comes to a stop as he sits up in between my legs and pulls his tie down, undoes a few buttons and pulls his shirt over his head. My eyes dance over his body in amazement, he looks after himself that's clear to see. His muscles flexing with every movement, he has a body like a god. He notices me staring, "Stop you'll make me self conscious" he mimics a ladies voice, covering his nipples with his hands.

I push my hand against his chest playfully, "Stooop!" I laugh. I sit up using my hands to steady myself and lean up and kiss him, nipping his bottom lip he let's out a hum as he cups my chin.

He stands up and takes his trousers and boxers off, again my amazement can't be hidden when his cock springs out. I don't realise my mouth is wide open until Darren says "Again babe you're going to give me a complexion" he shields his cock with his hands. He knows he's a god, he knows he is the perfect fucking man and it makes me giddy the way he's acting.