Page 48 of Set me Free

His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring slightly. Without hesitation he lifted me in the air, and I wrapped my legs around his waist carrying me to my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us.

He threw me on the bed breaking our kiss long enough for him to lift my dress over my head. With the dress off, our lips locked again, and my hands were free to explore the pants he was wearing. His suit jacket fell from his shoulder seamlessly and I snatched his shirt open, buttons flying every which way.

Soft moans filled the air as his lips explored my body. My skin tingled beneath his lips. With one swift move, he had my bra unclasped and his tongue swiped my pebbled nipples. The sound of the moan that escaped my lips made his dick jump. Again, his lips went to mine, sucking my bottom lip while savoring my tongue. Every moment I had thought about this happening was nothing compared to the real thing.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asked breaking our kiss. His left hand roamed down my body, sliding inside of my panties and his fingers ran through my slick essence. I gasped as he fingered me, before dipping into my center. “We can stop.”

“No, don’t stop.” I begged just above a whisper. The ache displayed on my face seemed to replicate the ache in my heart. If he wanted me half as much as I wanted him, then he already knew the answer to that question before he had even asked it.

There was no turning back for us.

Instead of responding with words, he placed his mouth over my nipples, sucking each one before licking it then alternating to the other one. As he rubbed my pussy, I could feel my juices coating his fingers. I yearned for him to taste me, to fill himself with my sticky essence.

His lips left my nipples, placing a trail of kisses down my body. He placed his hands on both sides of my panties before slowing pulling them down tossing them on the ground. I opened my legs, wide, waiting for him to feast on my pussy.

“Keep them open just like that.” With his tongue outstretched, he swiped between my folds and a throaty gasp escaped from my lips immediately causing my legs to close. Creed let a soft chuckle escape his lips before he used his hands to open them again, his tongue never leaving my pussy and a throaty groan vibrated throughout the room as if his taste buds were savoring it with every swipe of his tongue.

He let go of one of my legs long enough to maneuver his pants down. My eyes followed his hands, eye bulging seeing the length, the size, the girth of him. He stroked his dick preparing to slid inside, but then I remembered I needed that latex barrier to protect us. My hand abruptly hit his chest and he looked concerned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked obviously alarmed.

“We need a condom.” I sighed. “I have a couple in the nightstand.” His neck snapped in my direction watching as a sheepish grin spread across my face. He got out of bed and opened the drawer of my nightstand.

“You came prepared?”

Opening one of the packages, I watched as he slid the condom on before returning to me. He opened my legs before sliding between my thighs positioning himself at the opening of my walls.

“I did.” I giggled. “Just in case.”

My heart raced as I stared up at him, the smiles fading from both of our faces. My hand moved up towards his face, caressing it causing him to close his eyes for a few seconds. More thoughts boomed through my head of us being ruined, our friendship, the intense fucking connection that we had. What if this didn’t work out?

“We can never be just friends again after this.” He told me solemnly, and internally I mourned our friendship. “Are you sure you want to.” We stared at each other for a little while longer before I lifted slightly off the bed and placed my lips on his. My hand, moved down his body, connecting with the hand that still had his dick at my tunnel before guiding him, giving him permission to enter me.

Throaty groans escaped both of our lips the moment he was inside. Our lips remained connected the entire time. He delivered slow and deliberate strokes between my walls, each time a tingling erupted from my body. Even with this barrier between us, I could feel him penetrating my walls. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains,casting a warm glow over the room. I couldn’t tell you when I had fallen asleep, just knew I had fallen asleep in Creed’s arms and woke up in them as well. I shifted against the sheets, feeling the warmth of his body next to me. His arm was draped over my waist, his breath slow and steady against my neck.

I turned slightly, looking up at him, tracing my hand along his face, memorizing this moment. His eyes opened slowly, still heavy with sleep, but when they landed on me, something softened in them.

"Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice deep and groggy.

A slow smile spread across my lips. "Morning, Langston." His hand slid up my side, fingers trailing along my bare skin before he tugged me closer.

"You good?" he asked, voice lower, softer.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I feel good. About last night, about… us."

Something flickered in his gaze before he nodded, his lips brushing my forehead. "Me too."

I hesitated before whispering, "So what are we?"

He smirked slightly, tilting my chin up. "What you wanna be?"

I rolled my eyes but felt my heart swell.

"We should put a title on it."

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