Chapter 200 The Guest.

Chapter 200 The Guest.
Laurette’s POV

The heat of the sun against my cheek is what pulls me awake, my groggy eyes striving to remain closed with sleep. However the leftover slumber isn’t what keeps me pinned on the bed. The heavy weight sprawled across my lower back is. 

I am one with the sheets, lying on my stomach, with my cheek pressed against the edge of the bed. Popping myself up on my elbows, I glance behind me to see the source of the boulder-like weight on my back, letting out a little scoff at the sight. 

Hosea grunts, his face pressed against my skin as he lays across the bed, using my back as his pillow. His arms are wrapped loosely around my hips, with his hair fanning across the skin of my back. 

I try to move out of his grip, but it draws out another grunt from him as he holds me tighter. My lower belly stings with the urgent need to ease myself, and with every failed attempt to free myself from his hold, the sting gets worse. 

“Should I tie you to the bed? Why do you keep moving so much?”  Hosea grumbles, lifting his head up and pressing his lips against my skin. 

“Because I’m two seconds away from relieving myself on your bed.”  I whine, pressing my eyes shut. “Now I’m sure we wouldn’t want that.”

Hosea’s deep breath fans my skin, followed by the light graze of what feels like the tip of his nose on my skin. The feeling only makes it harder to hold in my pee, and I am grateful when he finally loosens his hold to let me go. 

I hop off the bed like a grasshopper, giggling to myself as I skip to the toilet. 
Once I’m done with my business, I pause right in front of the mirror that I had avoided when I came in, and sigh when I realize I don’t look any better than how I thought I would. 

“It must really be my thing to walk around looking a mess.”  I huff, bringing my fingers up to pluck out the buggers in my eyes and comb through my hair. Not even up to a minute of me making myself presentable, the door to the bathroom is pulled open, and Hosea strolls in. 

Dressed in only a pair of loose sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips, he leans by the wall with a yawn slipping from his lips. I watch with parted lips as his large hands go above his head in a stretch, then ruffle his hair before coming back down. 

“What is that on you?”  He asks, relaxing against the wall and raking lazy eyes over me. 

I look down at myself for the first time, surprised to see a stretched out flannel hanging loosely on my shoulders, with only one of the buttons done. 

I don’t even remember putting this on. 

“Where did you get that?”  He asks again, and I’m certain I see his lips pulling up. 

I lift and drop a shoulder. “I don’t know”. I watch with anticipation as he pushes off the wall and slowly closes the distance between us. Flashes from last night make way to my brain, driving heat to my cheeks as I recall the feeling of his body on mine. His voice in my ears. Hands on my skin, and the ultimate pleasure of having him inside me, driving me towards my climax. Multiple times. 

I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear as I find myself struggling to look into his eyes. He reaches for me, but only with his fingertips that slip underneath my shirt to graze the skin of my stomach. 

“Are you okay?”  He asks, leaning down to meet my eyes. I look into his eyes and find mischief mixed with genuine concern in them. 

“I’m okay”. I nod, playing with the ends of my hair. 

“The breakfast lady is here. What would you like to have?”  His voice is deeper than usual, likely because he has just woken up, and all the while he speaks, his fingers trace up and down my stomach, circling my belly button before going down to my crotch. 

I try to think of an answer, but come up blank when his fingers slip between my legs. He only grazes my clit with the pad of his forefinger, but the immediate friction causes me to jerk back. I’m still really sensitive and sore from last night, even though the pain is mixed with pleasure. 

He notices and steps back to assess me, brows furrowing with concern. “You alright? Did I hurt you?”. 

“I’m just a little sore, that’s all.” I mumble. 

His confusion slowly morphs into realization, and then to remorse. He pulls me into his chest and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I should’ve been more careful.”  He breathes, causing me to chuckle into his neck. 

“You act like it’s your fault.”

He pulls back slightly to look at me. “Isn’t it?”

“I’m certain it’s normal to feel a little stretched after doing it the first time. It’s not your fault.”  

He wears a thoughtful look and I can see the wheels turning in his head as he thinks on my words, although he doesn’t look completely convinced. He looks up with a frown. “I’ll head out and find what you could take for the pain.”

A breathy laugh bubbles out of me, and my hands come up to ruffle his hair. It’s incredibly adorable to me how he seems completely clueless about the morning after for girls. 

“I’m sure it isn’t your first time…”  He looks attentively at me, waiting for me to get to my point. “….Why do you seem so confused over me being sore? Have you never been told that before?”

He blinks, looking away briefly before meeting my gaze once more. “I haven’t stayed with anyone till the next morning.” His hand comes up to itch the back of his head. “And you would be surprised to how clueless I actually am about this. I haven’t slept with as many girls as you think.”  

I shove my questions down regarding this touchy subject, simply nodding my head in response.

Hosea sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “If you aren’t in the mood for conventional breakfast, there’s a really cool Chinese place in town. I could order in.”

“Uh… sure”. I twirl locks of my hair around my finger, watching him back away from the bathroom till he shuts the door and I’m alone again. 

Moments later, I’m seated on the couch in the living room, blowing into the steaming cup of coffee in my hands when the doorbell rings. 

That must be our food. 

Hosea had gone in for a “quick workout” a while ago, which leaves me to answer the door. My stomach growls as I cross the living room, but the excitement on my face slowly fades when the person behind it appears empty handed. 

He regards me with the same confused look I give him, but blinks it away quickly and tilts his head, intrigued. 

“Hi there, I’m Don.”