I was I meany for leaving the last chapter where I did so here is the next one, is rather naughty but hey who doesn't love a bit of spice with their sugar?

Someone Like You

Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

The sensation rushing through my veins set my body alight. The feelings of his lips working my neck was almost too much to handle, I could feel his hands slowly moving their way up my thighs until they reach my waist, pulling me closer to his body, a certain part of his anatomy gaining my interest as it pressed deliciously into my leg. I couldn't help but gasp at the contact, I could never quite get over how impressive he really was. His lips moved slowly from my neck to my lips pressing harshly onto them, my arms naturally winding around his neck like they did all those years ago. I gently tugged the scruff of his neck, racking the soft hair through my fingers.

I felt his hands leave my waist as he pushed my blazer from my shoulders, unwinding my arms from his neck so it could fall free, letting my hands now rest on his shirt covered chest. I could now feel his fingers on my arms moving around to unzip the back of my dress. I paused for a second, not wanting to experience this on the sofa, we needed room. "Upstairs" I whispered breathlessly against his lips, his arms scooping me up as he expertly carried me upstairs like he had done so many times.

Luckily for me, mum kept mine and Abi's room as a spare room for guest, since having a loft conversion Abi wanting her own space, our old room was made into a guest bedroom, a large double bed in the centre with a few homely items placed around. It was used mostly by Aunt Rainie and Nan since I had never been back, but this time it was for my sole usage.

Shifting me in his arms, he dropped the handle down on the door, leading us in before closing it behind, I soon found myself propped up against it, my legs winding around his waist perfectly. His lips once more were flush against mine as he tried to convey exactly how he was feeling through his lips. Finding the courage to take it further I started to unbutton his black shirt, each one revealing a little more of his Greek god chest, my hands skimming down his front feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. I loved that I still had that effect over him. Pushing his shirt free from his body, I had soon made light work on his trousers, my fingers unhooking the belt buckle, using my heel to press them down his legs leaving him in his Calvin Kleins.

His attention soon left my lips as he took the time to remove my dress, wanting to enjoy every second of it as my mature form was soon displayed. His fingers pulling slowly on my zip down the back, his fingers running along my spine making me gasp. He placed me down onto my feet, letting the black pencil dress drop to the floor leaving me standing in my deep navy Victoria's Secret matching underwear much to his delight. The perks of my good living allowed me to indulge in expensive underwear that highlight the curves of my toned body.

I felt myself blush my pinkest as his eyes blazed down my body, his mouth slightly hanging open. I had changed from the 19 year old who wasn't too confident about her body to now liking how I looked. I tilted his chin up so our eyes could meet and saw the look I had longed for; lust. His eyes were burning with utter desire for me something I had craved to see. I could feel the red blooded male within him on the edge of release as he suddenly picked me back up, pinning against the door once more, not being able to resist letting his hands drift up and down my frame taking in my new look. His hands stopped at the back of my bra unclasping it naturally as I shook it free my top half now exposed for him to take full advantage. Joey was a breast man, he was enchanted by mine always had been he focused so much attention in pleasuring me this was, tortuously playing with my top half, enjoying watching me unravel little by little. His lips pulling away from my breasts as he practically tore through the material of my knickers eagerly, I must remind him he now owes me a new pair. His finger soon began their ministrations to my core, pushing a little further into me, working a little frantically as I felt he got as much from it as I did.

"Bed Joey" I huffed, catching my breath as he withdraw his fingers just as I was about to climax leaving me still on a high that needed to be fixed. Soon enough my head hit the pillow, as he crawled up my body, losing his boxers in record speed. Feeling his hardened length pressing against my inner thigh was almost enough to push me over the edge, that was until he entered me, my first orgasm hitting almost a second later. His thrusts were slowly paced for a few minutes as we enjoyed the feeling as being as one, my body getting reacquired with his size before he picked up the speed needing to release. Each one became more frantic a little harder as his hips flexed against mine as he reached further into me ensuring a little scream of his name, as he grunt into my neck. Hearing his whisper my name over and was what sent me over the edge, my harshest orgasm to date, the feeling washing through my veins, Joey peaking as he felt my inner walls clench around him.

His heavy frame fell on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress as he tried desperately to catch his breath which was rather raged. Not that I minded I felt protected under his larger shell. He rolled off a little later, pulling me with him into his chest, our sweaty bodies slightly sticking, but I couldn't care less, I had just made love to the man I love it was the perfect moment.

"Jesus Lauren" he chuckled, his fingers running up and down my naked spine.

"Pretty fucking amazing" I laughed with him, there was no denying our sex was on fire. I had never experienced such a feeling with anyone else, no one else could reach the places within me like he did knowing exactly where those spots were.

"Were so insensitive, we just had sex after a funeral" feeling a little guilty we weren't with our family after such a hard day. But in all truth I just needed to be with Joey feel something other than pain and grief.

"Its good therapy" he laughed trying to justify what we had just done.

"Damn good therapy" I placed a small kiss onto his bare chest snuggling a little closer, letting my eyes droop with tiredness, sleep finally taking over as his body relaxed next to mine, his own tiredness matching mine. Laying there was nothing other than, pure and utter bliss.