lena ♢ c.d + j.g

three+

tuesday, 6:03 am - march 29

lena evans

"baby, i wanna make you feel good." his plump lips form such a seductive sentence.

"please, make me feel good." i beg, eager to know just how he'll make me feel good.

"you sure?" he ghosts his lips over mine, brushing them slightly when he asks for my assurance.

i nod my head before he kisses my lips, going back down between my legs.

"just lay back baby, close your eyes." he reaches his hand up to slowly push my upper body flat on the bed.

i close my eyes, putting my hand over his, which lies on my upper stomach.

i feel a special sensation, almost like a tickle but a really pleasurable one.

i feel the sensation and pressure on my clitoris.

i part my lips to gasp at the sensation growing stronger by the second.

i reach my hand down, in search of something to grip as i let out a slow breath.

my fingers reach a soft bundle of his hair, tangling into them as i bite my lip.

i feel a different yet better feeling, making me finally let out a moan.

the feeling consists of me being filled, with his 2 large fingers, slowly pumping deep inside me.

"does that feel good, lena?" his deep, sexy voice says to me.

i nod, feeling a weight on my body now.

i open my eyes to gaze into a familiar pair of chocolate ones.

he had moved on top of me, but continues to work his fingers in me at an unbearable pace.

i need him to go faster, for i might explode right now.

"i can't hear you." he smirks, occasionally pecking my neck.

"it feels incredible." i exhale out, my breathing becoming uneven.

"are you gonna cum for me, like the good girl you are?" he says in my ear, earning a whimper.

he knows that his words alone twist up my insides and get me wet on the spot.

so, for him to finger me while using his words to turn me on as well is too much for me to keep holding on.

"i'm so close." i respond, thinking he'll speed it up to make me climax already.

but he does the opposite, keeping the steady place that brought me to this point.

my body decides i can't take it anymore, and i-

"lena!" i hear someone whisper in my ear.

i jolt out of my fantasy, instinctively trying to sit up, but my head hits something and falls back on the pillow.

i wince in pain, holding my head as i hear another person do the same.

i slowly open my eyes, "what a nice way to be woken up, with a headache." my sarcasm gains a chuckle.

i see cameron wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants standing over me, holding his head while a grin remains on his face.

i sit up successfully this time, "what time is it?"