Lauren sets her bag down on the sofa, walks over to the windows, and gazes out at the … “Is it too egotistical to say New York City is the center of the world?” Lauren asks, her hand pressed against the glass, eyes taking in the glowing cityscape below.
I walk behind her, slow and deliberate, like I’m approaching a skittish puppy—and I'm the poor fool trying to get everything just right. I stop close enough to catch the scent of her perfume, floral and sexy.
It stirs something primal in me.
I brush her hair aside, exposing the curve of her neck and shoulder, and without thinking, I press my nose there, inhaling deeply like I’m some addict.Maybe I am.
“Yeah,” I whisper, my lips grazing her warm skin. “But you can blame Hollywood.”
Lauren tilts her head, inviting me in, and my hands glide down her stomach, pulling her flush against me. Her back and hips press into my stomach, my body humming at the closeness.
“Why?” she breathes, her pulse quickening beneath my lips.
I smile against her neck, loving that I affect her the way she does me. “All the love stories, the personal triumphs, the impossible dreams—they all happen here.” I kiss her, slower this time, savoringthe softness. “It’s easy to walk these streets and feel like you have the world at your feet.”
Lauren turns to face me, her eyes glazed and heavy with a new hue I’ve never seen before: lust. She traces my lips with her fingers. We've kissed many times, but I'll never get enough of her; I want her mouth.
She pulls off my cap, letting it fall to the ground, and stands on her tiptoes to get to me. I’ve always been taller than her, but I’ve never noticed it as much as I do now. At this very moment, she looks small, fragile, and entirely mine. Lauren presses her lips against mine. Her eyes are closed, but mine are open, unwilling to look away. The kiss melds and binds us. My hands grasp her waist and push her against the window behind her, pinning her in place. I kiss her fiercely, with Manhattan as our backdrop. Our tongues meet boldly, a surge of electricity between us. I devour her mouth like it’s the first time, tasting her with a hunger I’ve been holding back for too long. Every kiss is deeper, more desperate, as if I’ve been starving for this moment, forher—“Fuck, Lauren”—I groan, lifting her by the hips. She wraps her legs around me and clings to my neck.
I carry her to my bedroom with precision and urgency. This time it’s going to happen; this time, I’m going to make her mine once and for all. I let her body fall onto the plush bed, clumsily removing my clothes, and she does the same. Hungry, desperate for each other. I laugh at the thought that just crossed my mind.
“What?” she says innocently.
I climb onto the bed until I have her under me. “We may be adults now, but we look like two inexperienced teenagers.” I go back to her mouth, and I move around every nook and cranny. “At least that's how you make me feel every time touch you.”
“How many times have you fantasized about this moment while pretending to hate me?” she asks as she caresses my bare back with her fingertips.
I stop and lock my light blue eyes on her green ones. “I lost count.” In one swift movement, I unclasp her bra and her breasts spill out in front of me and I lick my lips in pure hunger. Then her white cottonpanties follow. I slide them down her legs slowly. I know I'm torturing myself, but it's the least I deserve.
I crawl back and watch her. “You're fucking beautiful,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “You're everything I've ever wanted ... and hated myself for not getting.” The words spill out before I can stop them, raw and unfiltered, as I look down at her—this perfect mix of desire and frustration, someone I've longed for and never thought I'd have.
“Stop talking and come here,” she says, pulling me toward her.
We kiss.
We touch each other as if starved for affection.
My mouth explores every inch of this body I've longed for, loved, and still love. I graze over our centers, creating friction and pressure, building a level of desire I've never known until I can't bear it any longer. Her eyes are heavy with lust, solely focused on me. I've never seen this look before and I feel like a fool for not having done this sooner. I push into her just a little but freeze in place when I realize something.Protection.
Condom, right. I can’t believe I forgot the damn condom.
“I take the pill,” she clarifies quickly when she sees my panic.
“I’m clean,” I confess. “I’ve never been with anyone without protection.”
Lauren Green smiles, and without wasting any time, I sink into her. I savor the sensation, the heat I feel, the tightness of her around me. I thrust slowly, feeling every inch of her.
“Shit …” I whisper, resting my forehead on her shoulder. “Oh, God … ” I mumble nonsensical words.
“What’s wrong?” I hear her concerned voice.
“Too much pleasure, fuck. I’m going to cum in less than a minute, like a fucking virgin.”
She’s so tight, so warm, and soft. Lauren laughs but moves her hips, making me slide in and out, moaning my name just like I always fantasized, pulling me closer to her body, her breasts pressed against my chest, her legs wrapped around my hips. I’ve never experienced this much pleasure in such a basic position, so vanilla. But then again,I’ve never been with a woman like her.There’s no other Lauren in the world.
The rhythm speeds up. Our gazes locked.
“Silas” she moans.
