Hey guys…I started writing the last chapter kind of late and couldn't finish it so I just decided to leave you guys hanging...well here's the explanation you've been waiting for.
WARNING: This chapter is an R!
Peyton couldn't lift her head up, she used all her energy to keep form crying. Her body shuddered lightly as she felt the couch beneath her disappear. She forced herself to look up and what she found shocked her.
"You shouldn't make assumptions Miss. Sawyer." Lucas smiled down at her, letting her feet hang over his arms.
"I hate you Luke" Peyton let the tears flow freely from her eye as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was furious with Lucas for scaring her, but she couldn't help but smile as she looked up at him. He carried her across the room and up the stairs into her shaded room. He set her down gently on the floor and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
"Don't worry, Peyt, I want us too." He smiled before leaning down and closing the distance between them. The blondes made their way towards the bed, their entangled bodies cascading into the dryer fresh sheets.
Lucas's lips trialed down her bare neck, the scent of lilacs overpowering his senses. His hands roamed the individual smooth curves of her arms, straightening them above her head. He felt her tense body push into his as she bent like elastic conforming to him. She closed her eyes and tilted her neck back, losing herself in a long forgotten sensation. Her lips separated as she inhaled the warm air encompassing their molding bodies.
His body ached to become a part of hers as he felt her frame shudder underneath him, a soft moan escaping her throat. He released her hands and they traveled along her hour glass shape until they halted on her waist. Her leg formed an angle as her body grew uneasy and impatient, her blood rushing and burning in her veins. One of his hands made the anxious journey to greet her inner thigh. His finger tips slipped like oil along the warm skin at the edge of her cotton shorts. Her formally limp arms found comfort in his muscular shoulders, feel the intense shift of his bones as he moved along her body. Thoughts of her past blaze through her mind but they vanish as she feels his thin, gracious lips against her own. Everything is gone form their minds now, everything except each other. She can't hear the various animals lingering in the dark, the usual symphony of the insects, she only hears his shallow breaths and her racing heart.
His hand slithers slyly higher onto her firm leg, dancing along the outline of the soft ebony silk. The fingers on his other hand play clumsily with the small ivory buttons. He grows frustrated and breaks the kiss in order to pay more attention to his task, however, she barley notices, enjoying the feel of his hand warm hand massaging her inner thighs. He makes his way up her shirt taking time to trace and examine the new skin revealed behind each button. Once at the top he slides the cotton over her sharp shoulders, both still slightly bruised. He placed both his hands in the curve of her torso as he moved to kiss her tense abdomen. His lips moved subtlety towards the detailed black lace. His hands slid upwards until they were on each side of her chest. He kissed each one of her breast causing a sound to swell in the back of her throat.
She sat up suddenly, surrounding his head with the scent of cucumber melon which radiated from her blonde curls, and causing him to find himself on his back and him on top of him. Her hands found the hem of his shirt, hastily and aggressively pulling in over his head. Her face found comfort in his neck, her lips playing along his ears and down into his shoulders. Her hands traced his rigid torso. Her fingers followed the sharp defined lines above his jeans. She toyed with the belt buckle, removing it with the dexterity he couldn't find. She undid the button and continued with the zipper, soon folding back the loose waist line of her pants. She returned to following the indent stopping at the rim of his boxers. She opened her eyes and looked up into his face. His eyes were closed and his head tiled slightly, with his body propped up on his elbows. Her rounded nails tickled his sides causing him the squirm briefly, and her to smile. She picked herself up and straddled his body, leaning once again into his neck.
His hands rested on her folded waist, his fingers massaging her bare skin. He lifted his hips as her hands and feet began freeing his legs from the heavy fabric concealing them. His pants dropped to the carpeted floor as he rolled her underneath him. He removed her shorts with little effort allowing them to fall onto his jeans. Her hands clung to his bare back pressing their moist bodies together.
She could feel the heat building inside of her, screaming to be released. His lips caressed her flushed skin, lingering momentarily in each spot. Their legs became entangled like vines. He watched through slightly open eyes as she stretched her gazelle like body, arching her back as though leaping through the air. His hands skimmed her elongated torso, gently pressing her back into the twisted sheets. He forced him to look into her hazel eyes.
"Peyton..." she looked at him, understanding his unspoken question. She watched the pleading in his eyes and knew he was requesting permission to complete their exploration. She smiled lightheartedly nodding her head, giving him access to his desires. He buried his face into her neck, whispering into her soft skin. She stretched her body once more, extending her arm to reach her wooden nightstand. She closed her eyes in pleasure, while opening the top compartment with a sense of expertise. Her hand rummaged briefly before finding its place on his shoulder. His eyes caught sight of the condom dangling from her fingers.
She removed the wrapper nonchalantly and moved her hand downward, covering him with the smooth rubber, a skill she had learned over the years and perfected with Nathan. But this was different. This wasn't rushed or planned. It was something that was just happening because their bodies yearned for it and it was time. This was passionate not careless. It wasn't just to fulfill some sinful need they had or driven by lust. She had always possessed a form of lust for him but it had changed since that night at Nathan's. She now yearned to simply be near him or for him to hold her. She wanted to hear him whisper stupid little things in her ear, things to make her feel better, to make her smile. She loved his ability to understand her and accept her the way she was. He was aware of every crack, chip and dent but he never judged, he only picked her up when she fell. He supported her when she was weak, and he loved her even though she couldn't always return his gestures.
The curly blonde lost herself in her thoughts and her pleasure as her quivering fingers latched to his firm chest, a result of his training. They both grew anxious to join their bodies together. She was experiencing an eagerness she hadn't felt before. It was all completely new to her. Her mind started to grow insecure about what she could give him. She didn't know what she was going to be compared to. Her emotions caused her body to tremble more, as the urge to hide ran through her. But her fears and worries were quickly suppressed as he joined their lips, their tongues dancing in their mouths.
She lost all of her ability to comprehend things as she finally accepted him in his entirety. Her hips rocked in unison with his. She felt a sudden rush off energy surge through her veins, causing her to become light headed, but she ignored it. Lucas felt the sound that was traveling up his throat, relieved when it finally escaped his mouth. Peyton's body continued to rock gently as the heat sweltered in her tense body. Her hands made their way to Lucas's back, pulling her body into his from the intensity of it all. Her breathing quickly became shallow, she could feel herself gasping for breath.
She could feel the immense energy her body was holding captive. Her body propelled into a sitting position so that her legs were now wrapped around his pulsating waist. Their lips joined and he could feel the strong vibrations of the cries leaving her mouth and traveling into his. She pulled back from his lips and bowed down into his moist neck, breathing in his intoxicating cologne, the scent swirling around her head making her dizzy, but satisfied at the same time. Their bodies slowly made it back onto the ruffled, damp sheets as he separated their now weary bodies, removing the rubber and rolling over to occupy the space next to her. Her matted curls clung to her face as her head found its way onto his chest. She could hear his heart racing as he cradled her in his arm.
A small smile crept across both their faces as a cool night breeze blew through the windows causing Peyton to shiver slightly. Lucas reached for his shirt at the top of the bed. He lifted her with his arm and slid the shirt over her head as she pushed her arms in. They had been sideways n the bed, so they shifted into the right position before crawling under the sheets and pulling up the chenille throw. Peyton curled her slender frame into his as he wrapped his arm around her waist and buried his face in her neck, kissing it tenderly. She could feel herself giving into the sleep that was beckoning her.
"I love you" He whispered into her ear causing her smile to grow wider.
"I love you more" Her voice was barely audible as her eye feel shut.
"You go on and keep believing that" He searched for her hand, taking it in his and squeezing it softly. She gave a small life.
"I will" was her last response before her mind was invaded with dreams of everything good in her life, especially the warm figure holding her fragile body.