I no sooner ended my call with Brian, when a knock on the front door gets my attention.
Puzzled, I go to the door and open it, "Hello...?"
Messy hair, red eyes, and a bouquet of flowers greet me.
"Lance?" I'm shocked, he bought me flowers?!
"I'm sorry for being an ass last night. In more ways than one." He offers me the flowers and I take them after my brain processes the fact he bought me flowers.
I take them and look at them like I have never seen a bouquet before.
Actually, I have never received a bouquet before. Not from a man at least.
"Uh, thank you?" I take them into the kitchen and grab a vase, Lance closing the door behind him.
"I owe you an apology too. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted that way as well." I apologize as I water the flowers in the vase, spreading them out. It had red roses, pink lilies, white dahlias, ferns and baby's breath. It was beautiful and it was thoughtful, but I felt like he was trying to buy my forgiveness, which he didn't need to do.
I place the vase on the dining table and motion for him to have a seat, "Would you like anything?"
Instead of taking a seat, he walks over to me and strokes a strand of hair from my face, "Yes." He moves his face closer to mine, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. His arms wrap around me, holding me close against him, as he kisses me more.
After a moment, we part for air, and I push away from him. "I did not mean 'anything', silly, I mean what would you like to drink?" I lightly chuckle and go to get him a mug for coffee, which he looked like he could use.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" I ask over my shoulder, grabbing a mug and making him his cup of coffee.
"No." Lance takes the cup from my hands and sips it. "I thought you would have let me known you were home safe at least, but you never did. I thought you had gone to Brian like last time, so I showed up over there. I kind of pissed him off, but I was just worried."
"Why did you not just show up over here then?" I ask curiously, refilling my own cup of coffee before I sat down.
"I don't know, honestly. Maybe ... because... I wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to me and since you were not at Brian's place, I knew you at least didn't want to talk to anyone."
"Is that why you bought the flowers? Because then I might talk to you?" I ask him, narrowing my eyes as I watch his reaction to my question.
He tapped the table with a finger as his own brow furrowed, "No, I did not think that they would make you talk to me if you were not ready to. I just wanted to say sorry, and saw a florists shop before I got here. I know you've never received flowers before except as a birthday gift from the ladies at work. Why? Do you not like them?" He lifts a brow and leans back in his chair, staring at the flowers on the table right next to us and then to me.
I shake my head, "No, I do like them, I was just curious." I place my hand on his and give him a shrug, "Like you said, I've never received them before so I wasn't sure how to think of them."
Lance flips his hand and holds my own, a light smile curving on his lips. "Well, good, I'm glad you like them." His cheeks flush lightly as his smile widens.
"How did you know about the last time? That I went to Brian's?" I ask curiously.
He rolls his eyes as he plays with my fingertips, "Brian is an idiot and didn't actually hang up the call all the way. When I heard him say something to someone, I knew he was not alone. Then the way you seemed guilty when you got here, I figured you were the someone. I know the whole patient/doctor confidentiality laws, so I don't hold it against you both." He smiles warmly at me, "I think you enjoy making me worry sometimes."
I nod, wide eyed, his thoughts making perfect sense, but he was wrong about making him worry.
"I don't enjoy making you worry. Now, about last night..." I start, pausing as he his smile falters and he becomes more serious. Clearing my throat, I continue, " I do care about you, Lance, but I believe that it was a heat of the moment mishap and not a slip of the tongue."
His face stays neutral but I see there is hurt in his eyes, so I quickly try to reassure him. "I care about you, about us, but I'm just not ready to say that to you, in that way, yet."
Lance forces a smile and shrugs it off, "It's fine, Lirael. I get it." He kisses the back of my hand before standing up and pulling me up into his embrace. He holds me close, firmly against his chest, as I feel the tension start to fade from his body.
"Come on, let's get you into bed, we could both use some more sleep." I push myself back from his chest and tug him up the stairs.
"We're supposed to go see my mom today though." Lance protests as I start stripping him of his clothes.
"We will see her still. Just a little later is all." I reassure him again, before settling him back and climbing in with him. I set my alarm to wake us up around noon, curling up into each others embrace.
I'm awakened by the warm and gentle licking between my thighs, my sensitive nub being nuzzle by a nose. My eyes flutter open to see Lance's dark blonde hair nestled between my thighs, his concentration solely on his feast.
"Mmmmm....." I moan as his tongue travels up to my sensitive bud, flicking it rapidly, sending jolting shocks of pleasure through me.
Lance glances up and I can feel the smirk on his face even planted between my thighs. This man really can eat a pussy. Lifting my hips up to grind myself against his face, his hands slide under my ass and keep me up against his face. He moves his knees up under him, lifting me higher in the air as he continues to lick and suckle on me.
The angle that he holds my ass up at gives me the perfect view of him going to town on me.
Fuck that's hot.
He's bringing me closer to achieving my orgasm, when he stops and leaves me panting and gasping in need.
He props my hips up on his knees, lining me up with his hard, proud cock that's ready to impale me. I grab a pillow and stuff it under my back, giving it some more support.
"Oh Lirael...." Lance moans as he pushes himself into me. "Fuck, your so tight and wet!"
"Mmmm, don't act like you don't like it." I pant, smiling up at him, hooking my ankles together around his back.
He laughs, "Is this really acting like I don't?" He slows down, watching his cock, glistening with my slick, slide out until just his tip is in, then sliding it back in.
"Oh..." I groan, watching the erotic sight.
He gasps as he begins to start thrusting faster again, "Lirael, you're so fucking perfect."
"Yeah? Show me how perfect I am." I arch a brow at him, egging him on.
Lifting me up by my hips, he has my head and upper back on the pillow, while he pounds away at me. My neck and back are starting to feel uncomfortable, even though he's making me moan and writhe in bliss. Lance sets my legs down, pulling out, and grabs my hips to flip me over on my stomach.
Stunned, I lay there as he crawls over my body, his legs hooking around mine to spread them. I look over my shoulder as Lance works his cock into my folds. My mouth drops open in an O, as he fills me up, feeling like his cock got fatter.
"Mmmm, oh my, this is beautiful." Lance remarks, watching himself move in and out from behind, grabbing my ass and watching it bounce with each thrust.
He kisses up my back, still thrusting, hard and slow, forcing my body against the bed with each thrust.
His hot breath sends chills down my spine as he trails hot wet kisses up to my neck, nibbling on my earlobe, whispering into my ear.
"I will never tire of making you feel good." He pants, "The way your body feels on mine, is amazing...."
I moan in response, lifting my hips up to meet his thrusts, "I love the way the you feel in me too."
I feel my climax coming on as he thrusts harder into me.
"Oh fuck!" I grab at the bed sheets, needing to hold on to something.
"That's right, fucking cum on my cock, Lirael. Cum on it." He kept going fast building me up and as my core tightens on him, I hear him gasping in delight.
"Fuck! Lance!" I scream out, as I fall apart on his still thrusting cock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...." I squeeze the sheets in my hands as Lance draws out my orgasm, making it last longer.
He allows me to calm down, and pulls out to flip me onto my back. Breathless, I pant as he nestles himself back in between my legs, and enters me.
"Fuck, Lirael... you're so fucking wet." His comment is accompanied by the wet, slapping sounds of our flesh.
Lance keeps going, fucking me until I cum again on his cock as he cries out my name with his release.