Whirlwind

56

[Riley]

"Riley...baby girl, wake up." 

Lamarr's warm fingertips gently gripped my forearm as he shook me from out the comfort of my sleep. My eyes fluttered open and were greeted with the image of his freshly trimmed face, while his unique scent laced with Versace Eros tickled my nose. I didn't want to move. I wanted to remain stretched out in the passenger's side, gazing him down as I had for the first hour of our road trip; right before his cologne drowned me into a hyper sexual fantasy. Taking in every part of him from the satiny texture of his skin, to the way he would curl his lips when in deep thought was something I could do all day, and I'm sure it was exactly what got me pregnant in the first place.

I couldn't help myself though. Lamarr was irresistible in rugged way, a way that had my libido heightened and raging. There was always something he'd do or the way his gruff voice said that made me want him more than I already had him. I didn't know if it were possible to, but I was more than willing to find out.

"You gone wake up so we can check in or keep staring at me like you wanna lick me?" he teased with a smirk curling his lips.

"Don't give me that option," I warned under my breath and sat up to unlock my seatbelt. "Not when I tempted to do just the latter."

"What was that?" Lamarr asked, sounding amused and knowing exactly what I said. "Speak up, baby girl. I couldn't quite make that out."

"I said, I'm tempted to lick you and quite honestly sit on your face too."

While I was rather pleased that many of those uncomfortable symptoms of the first trimester had faded, I was even more frustrated that my sex drive was now revved up full force. The impulses got worse every day and Lamarr seemed to find it all hilarious instead of taming it. All the smooth talking he did at our prenatal visit weeks ago about dying from a lack of went out the window. He would freeze up every single time I tried to put an end to our shared drought and cuddle me instead. I was so damn tired of cuddling though, unless of course it involved me bent into a position straight out the Kamasutra.

To avoid ruining whatever this trip he had planned for us was to become of, I shook my head away from Lamarr and glanced around at my surroundings. The first thing that caught my attention were the oversized orange doors and white geometric exterior walls framing them. The glamorous retro design was a mid-century modern enthusiast dream and fascinating to a first-time guest like myself.

"Where are we?" I wondered aloud as my eyes continued to roam around. 

Rather than answer, Lamarr gently grabbed my chin, turning my focus toward him and leaned over the console to kiss my lips. The immediate contact and the urgency behind his tongue as it slowly invaded my mouth had a moan escaping simultaneously. He knew what he was doing. Lamarr was trying to shut me up, and I could admit that for the prolonged seconds I sat breathless, that it was working.

"You mad at me?" he mumbled against my lips, pulling away just enough for his tongue to linger on them as he kissed me softly. Part of me was ready to snap back at him for the torture while the other part was speechless and enjoying every bit of it. That part was winning. 

"Are you mad at me?" he repeated more sternly as his eyes locked with mine.

"No...yes," I sighed and rolled my eyes as Lamarr waited for me to continue. "I'm horny, and instead of fixing it you push me away every single time then have the nerve to go to your barber in the middle of the week and get all cleaned up and sexy, only to come home and push me away even more. Then you wanna be all charming and sweet by taking me on a surprise trip, knowing I have a love/hate for surprises. You also look handsome today. I really want to kiss you again and do a bunch of other things that you won't let me do. Why won't you?"