Lazy Lizzie

Nineteen

[Warning: sex scene. Irrelevant for the external plot, but relevant for the romance.]

In the parking lot, Lizzie kissed New Husband all the way to their car.

Consoling themselves with the thought of the Queen-sized bed waiting for them at Motel 590, they finally entered the front seat and not the trailer, as originally intended, dictated by instinct.

It would be an hour's drive. She relaxed in her seatbelt, she couldn't find anything to say to make time go faster. Finally, she saw a truck refuge, on the side of the road.

"Pull over," she said, surprising even herself. "There."

No protest was heard, the car stopped, the trailer aligning itself to it. She got out and entered the Lair first, the door was on her side. Following her in, Leo frowned, fake-disappointed to find her taking off her dress.

"You couldn't wait half an hour more?" he passed her, then sat on the bed while he took off his shirt over his head.

"No, not really," she admitted. Left in her mismatched cotton lingerie, albeit technically all white, she watched his pants come off, leaving him in a pair of boxers. Black, like everything he owned.

Seeing his hands go for their elastic band, she took her underwear off too, and he pointed to his backpack, "There's condoms in there. Side pocket."

To have something to do, she went to get them, but when she turned to face him, he was done undressing and was waiting for her to--

She threw a condom at him, giving him a new task, while she approached him again, wearing only her slippers. There was no way she'd walk barefoot through The Lair. She put two more on a thin shelf under the window, the windowsill-slash-nightstand. Next to his phone, blinking with notifications, just like hers.

He looked up at her and she took his head in her hands, pushing it against her chest as he sat on the bed. He kissed her skin on his way up to her lips, pulling her over him, forcing her knees to climb the mattress.

Her legs spread too wide to accommodate her standing over him, but when his mouth got to her breasts, she forgot all about it. She lowered herself and his arms tightened around her, stopping her.

She looked down at where he was going for her nipple. His hand went to position her over him, touching her wetness before his length touched her, making her still.

Maybe it was the way she panted over his head, in a rhythm meant to prepare her for having someone new inside her, that made him say, "Let's just play, for now."

He kissed her left breast once, punctuating his sentence, then went back up to her mouth, surprising her, making her forget to breathe again.

Lizzie could play, so she let him lead her.

"I want you to be comfortable with me," he said.

It was a high-set goal, she hadn't felt that way in years. Closing her eyes, she let her body soften in his hands, relaxing to not let him feel opposition, afraid he'd stop. His fingers entered her and she knew she was ready, pulsing against him where their skins touched. Every time he moved inside her, her arms pulled his head more and more into her chest until he stopped.

His hand left her to prepare for her lowering herself on him, finally getting him where she'd wanted him, ever since the first time she'd seen his tall outline across Warsa Park.

"Now, you lead," he told her. "Go how you want to," his hands dragged her sides gently up and down, to signal her a direction. Lizzie decided she'd find her rhythm as she went along, eager to have him inside of her.

It didn't feel like the explosion she'd feared would overwhelm her, because once she'd started, all she wanted was more, like the explosion got delayed further every time her body hit his.

She loved how he'd lost his usual calm, his arms were helping her at times, but other times they stopped her so that he'd cool off, not allowing her to go all the way down.

"Just so you know: I'm easy to get started, but despite our first encounter, I'm not as easy to finish," she wasn't going to keep him waiting for her. She liked it, either way, it was less stressful for her, too, if he didn't try too much.

"Let's see how long it takes you," he said, prompting a new heat to spread all over her as she went faster, more furious, until she felt him tense to stop her again. Only this time she didn't follow, she just pounded into him, not caring if it would hurt or not, happy every time it didn't.

Leo grabbed her like he was sinking into the bed and she was his last chance to save himself from falling. She grazed his back with her bitten-down nails to encourage him, not leaving any marks, despite digging deep into him. He looked up to verify it on her face, and she took that chance to kiss him, as the hard condom throbbed inside her. They held on to each other while he caught his breath again, Lizzie enjoying the pause, she hated feeling too much.

He felt her relief, their bodies were glued together with sweat, so he said into the back of her neck, "We're not done here."

She smiled and kissed him, preparing for round two, as she lifted herself to make room for him changing his condom. Opening her eyes, a new light caught her attention.

On the makeshift nightstand, his phone lit up.