Page 72 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“Again,” she said.
I loved to see her skin pink, heat race over her followed by her sighs and moans. Her legs quivered and she gripped the stainless steel rack, preparing for the next slap of leather against her skin.
Her moans increased in volume and frequency. She was so wet, enough for me to see her thighs glisten with her arousal. I knelt behind her, holding her hips and inhaling her scent. It was enough to drive me crazy. I needed to taste her, to have her come on my tongue. I untied both her ankles and then her wrists and turned her. I retied her wrists together and above her head. She stared up at me, her eyes shining, her lips plumped from our earlier kiss, and her cheeks red. I ran my hands down her sides as I lowered myself again.
When her pussy was at eye level I paused for a moment. She was glorious, delicious, fucking all the adjectives I couldn’t recall in that moment. I licked across her opening, tasting her. I held her tight and pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could. She parted her legs, and then hooked one over my shoulder. I could feel the heel of her shoe glide down my back, catching my shirt and dragging it. She twisted her ankle, digging that heel into my skin. I nipped at her clitoris as a punishment.
I held her thigh, pushing her knee toward her and giving me more space to devour her pussy. I licked and sucked, nipped, and when her breath became rapid and her orgasm was close, I forced my tongue as far inside her as I could. I drank in her cum, I absorbed her orgasm and every ripple of muscle had me wanting more. I stood and kissed her, aware that my chin and lips were coated in her juices. I felt a frantic need to be inside her. I tore at my pants to free my cock and I grabbed both her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist. I pushed inside her without breaking our fierce kiss and I fucked her hard. The metal rattled and bashed against the wall, I was sure it was uncomfortable for her but I didn’t care. I needed deeper, I needed faster, I needed to feel her heat coat my cock, and for her muscles to milk me of everything I could give her. I couldn’t catch my breath, I dragged in air through my nose and her moans filled my mouth.
Just as I was about to come, I pulled my head away and roared out my pleasure. My stomach shook, the muscles pulled in tight, and I gripped the bars at either side of Lauren’s head. I filled her; I came so much that even before I’d finished it was running down her thigh.
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers. We were both out of breath and spent a minute or two just trying to regulate that, to calm our racing hearts.
“Wow, that was…” Lauren said.
I opened my eyes to look at her. “Different?” I asked.
I’d fucked her that way many times but for some reason, it felt different, more intense, and I wasn’t sure why. She nodded as she lowered her legs and I untied her arms. She wrapped them around my neck.
“Yeah, different,” she whispered.
“I know.”
We stayed that way for another minute before I stepped back and took a deep breath in. I released that breath slowly and then tucked my cock back inside my pants. I’d broken the zipper in my haste to release it, so just redid the button. I reached for a towel from the pile beside Lauren and handed one to her. She chuckled as she used it to wipe herself.
“I don’t think we need any equipment. We have all we need right here,” she said, patting the rack and stepping away from it. I watched her roll her shoulders to ease the ache. “I think I need a bath.”
She slipped off the torn panties and gathered her clothes. I held her hand as we walked upstairs to the en suite where she ran the bath.
“You are going to have to stop tearing my clothes,” she said, depositing the panties in the bin.
I laughed. “Maybe you need to live in crotchless ones.”
While she soaked in the bath, I took a shower. In thetime it took her, I had been downstairs, made her a cup of tea and myself a coffee, brought them back to the bedroom, and was sitting on the bed in shorts, reading through our notes.
A naked Lauren snuggled beside me. She reached over and took the notebook from my hands and a wicked smile formed on her lips. “Time for one more round?” she inquired, eyeing my tented shorts.
I slipped them off. “Help yourself,” I replied, winking at her.
Chapter Eighteen
I was woken by a ringing sound. At first I was disorientated. I reached for my cell as Lauren woke beside me.
“What’s wrong?” she asked before I’d even taken the call. It was five in the morning.
“Hello?” I enquired.
“Oh, Mackenzie, I’m so sorry to call you this early but we have a little situation here,” May said.
I immediately sat upright and mouthed that it was May to Lauren.
“Okay, what’s happened?” My heart thumped hard in my chest and for a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breath. All I thought of was that something had happened to Rebecca.
“Sally had a fall. She’s broken her hip and is going to need hospitalization. I know this is a little earlier thanplanned, but I wondered if you would be willing to take Rebecca now?”
“Of course. What do we need to do?” I said, without a second’s hesitation. Lauren looked at me quizzically. We knew we would have Rebecca for about ten weeks before the official adoption would go through.
“I’ll bring her over to you in a couple of hours, when she’s more awake. She’s a little upset at the moment. Sally was carrying her when she tripped. Rebecca is okay, she’s been checked over by a medic.”
