Chapter 78 Make It Up to Me

Chapter 78 Make It Up to Me
When he pulls away again, we're both breathing hard, and our lips are slightly puffy.
Lawrence drops to his knees, gathering my dress up slowly, his eyes gazing up at me as his hands slide up my thighs. 
I bite my lip, loving the sight of him on his knees and crazy for me.
He presses kisses to my stomach, licking and gently biting as he teases me by pulling my panties slightly down with his teeth, only to let them slap back against my skin. 
I moan, sinking my fingers into his hair.

“Apologize.” The words slip out of my mouth as I stare down at him. 
He's done that already, but I want to hear it again from him, especially when he's on his knees. 
I tighten my grip on his hair, tilting his head back so he looks up at me.
Lawrence groans, his eyes darkening with heat as he gazes at me through his glasses.
“Apologize to me,” I say again. 
 “I'm sorry.” 
I pull his hair a little harder. “For what?”
“For invading your privacy,” he says, his voice drenched in need. “For hacking your laptop, and tracking you… For watching you when you didn’t know.” His eyes don't look away from mine. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
I loosen my grip slightly, stroking his hair instead. “Good boy.”
A low groan escapes him at the praise, causing my core to clench hard.
This is turning me on more than I imagined.

“Promise you won’t do it again.”
“I promise,” he says obediently, his voice growing huskier.
Pulling him closer, I whisper. “Now, show me how sorry you are.”
I push his head between my legs. “Make it up to me.”
His hands immediately leave my waist to get rid of my panties. Lawrence doesn’t rip them. He teases them off, letting the material slide gently over my skin until they pool at my ankles. 
I step out of them, my legs already trembling.

Then he starts eating me out while I'm standing. His face is buried between my thighs, his tongue dragging slowly through my folds from bottom to top.
I throw my head back, moaning loudly as I rock my hips against his tongue.
“Yess…”
The way he's licking me makes my knees buckle, so I grab onto his shoulders for balance as he licks me again, this time around circling my clit.
“Lawrence…” I gasp.
His response is to pull back, and then guide one of my hands to his hair, while the other kicks my legs further apart so they're a bit spread. 

He dives back in, and I almost burst with pleasure. 
“Oh my…” I pull his hair harshly, eliciting a grunt from him, but he keeps going, fucking into me in slow, deep strokes with his devilish tongue.
My legs shake harder, barely able to stay upright as pleasure racks me over and over. 
I pull him away from me by tugging on his hair. 
“Couch,” I rasp. “Now.”
He gets to his feet, with his lips stained with my arousal, and I drag him to the large couch. 

I’m about to climb onto it so he can kneel between my legs and continue pleasuring me, but Lawrence tuts softly, shaking his head. He takes off his glasses, slipping them into his pocket, then moves forward.
I watch him get on the couch instead, lying back on it and stretching out. 
He crooks a finger at me. “Come sit on my face.”
My breath falters for briefly.
I hesitate for less than a second, shy because I've never done it before, and I'm scared I'll suffocate him or something.
But the look in Lawrence's eyes is that of pure, impatient hunger.

“Come on,” he says, his voice rough with need. “Get on, baby.”
I don’t make him wait any longer.
Reaching behind me, I unzip the silk dress, then step out of it, leaving me completely naked underneath except for my bra. Lawrence’s gaze runs over every inch of me hungrily, and he grows even harder in his jeans.  
Nervously, I climb onto the couch and move up his body, placing my knees on both sides of his head. 

I hover there for the moment, not fully lowering myself yet, but Lawrence doesn’t have the patience for my hesitation.
His hands grab my thighs hard and yank me down onto his mouth.
I cry out as my pussy meets his hot, wet tongue. He buries his face between my legs with a deep, satisfied groan and starts licking me like he's lost his goddamn mind.

His tongue plunges into my tight cunt, fucking inside me before withdrawing to circle and suck on my already swollen clit.
“Oh fuck… Lawrence…” I pant.
My hands latch onto the back of the couch so I don't fall over as he wrecks me. 
He’s eating me like he's fucking starving, his lips lapping at my folds messily… noisily. 
The sounds echo throughout the living room. 

I abandon every hesitance and start grinding down on his face without shame. 
“Yes… fuck yes. Just like that, baby,” Lawrence's voice is muffled against me, but somehow I can hear it.
“Fucking ride my face.” he releases a growl. “Ride it.”
I'm spurred on by his words, grinding even harder. His hands are on my ass, kneading gently and spreading me wider as he buries his tongue deeper. 
“Lawrence…” I moan, almost out of breath. 
His nose is touching my clit while his tongue plunges into me hard and fast.

I can’t stop moaning.
“Yes… right there…fuck, your tongue feels so good… aargh…”
He growls against me again, flicking my clit with his tongue. 
I nearly convulse as shockwaves ripple through me. 

“Lawrence, I…” My words cut off in a moan as he slaps my ass hard, the sting turning into pleasure, and then his tongue teases my clit again.
“I’m gonna come soon,” I gasp, grinding down on his face.
“Then come,” he growls against my pussy, in an absolutely filthy voice. “Come all over my fucking face, baby. I want your juices dripping down my chin.”

I shatter, a loud cry of pleasure leaving my lips. My thighs shake violently around his head while my pussy pulses and floods his mouth. Pleasure rips through me, my juices smearing his lips, his tongue, his chin. I’m shaking so badly I would’ve collapsed if Lawrence’s strong hands weren’t gripping my thighs, holding me firmly in place as he drinks every drop.
“Yes, baby, fuck yes,” he murmurs soothingly against my soaked folds, still licking me gently through. 
I can feel him smiling against me.

When the tremors of pleasure finally ease, I slide down his body, staring down at his face.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment because Lawrence's cheeks, chin, and lips are still glistening with my arousal.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm, but his eyes are drunk with lust, and so fucking happy.
He’s crazy hard beneath me. I can feel his thick cock angrily pushing against his pants.

Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra and let it fall away. 
My breasts come exposed, revealing my hard, aroused nipples, and Lawrence’s gaze drops to them, his green eyes darkening further.
“I’ve missed these so much,” he murmurs, his hands cupping both breasts and giving them a soft, possessive squeeze.