Lisa Imagines - book two (gxg)

praising you (requested)

You couldn't help but melt as Lisa's lips moved feverishly against yours.

You're curled up on the sofa, completely lost in each other as you make out.

You can't keep your hands still as they constantly fall against her body, moving from her shoulders to her hips and even to her sides.

Your touch is driving Lisa wild while her kisses do the same for you, both of your hearts racing as you share kiss after kiss.

But, as much as you loved this, you needed more.

There was a desire you had, a need that you feel each time you and Lisa make out or get intimate.

You need her to praise you.

"Lisa," You moaned. "Baby, please."

"Please? Please what, baby girl?"

"Please praise me. I need it. I need you to praise me." You almost pleaded, desperate to hear the words of praise fall from her lips.

She smiled at you and kissed the corners of your lips before the words of praise began to fall from her lips.

"Mommy's girl loves being praised, doesn't she?"

You quickly nodded your head in response.

"Yeah, that's right, baby. Mommy loves to praise you."

You put your arms around her to pull her closer.

You couldn't help but arch your back as she trailed kisses along your neck, leaving little love bites behind.

"That's good, baby. I love it when you arch your back. It's so hot."

A moan of her name left your lips.

"And your moans, baby girl," She paused as a soft sigh left her lips. "So intoxicating."

"Oh, god, Lisa," You said as her fingers brushed across your thigh and her lips continued to trail across your body.

"I love it when you say my name too. You're just so perfect."

You scratched your nails across her skin, so lost in the bliss that you couldn't even speak.

"You look so pretty right now, darling."

You threw your head back against the pillow, making Lisa smirk.

"That's it. That's my good girl."

"More, Lisa, please. God, just keep praising me. Don't stop."

She pulled away from your skin and stared at you in awe.

She swore that you were the most beautiful, most perfect girl in the world.

And to see you like this, so weak and so needy for her, just drove her insane.

"What do you say, baby? What's mommy's good girl say?"

"Please," You pleaded, completely unashamed to do so.

"That's it, pretty girl." She smiled. "Mommy's pretty girl."

She kissed your chest and then moved to your stomach and you were so lost in the desire you felt that you couldn't focus on anything but her and the praises spilling from her perfect lips.

"I'll doa anything for you, my good girl. Anything." She whispered. "Especially if you keep moaning like that."

You nodded quickly, wordlessly  promising her that you would.

And she just smiled, knowing that you were putty in her hands.

And to think, the night was just starting.

She had a lot of praising left to do and she didn't plan on stopping.