#he pulled the funny voices and rosebud definitely zoinked out for the night

[overnightheartbeats]

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All she could feel was him, her eyes fluttered shut as the sensation overtook her. It was impossible to contain her moans, and if she didn't a way to keep her lips busy, she was sure they'd hear the echos in their bedroom soon enough. Exploring his mouth was the only way she knew how to keep her from crying out, and even then, the feeling had him moaning into his mouth.

The sweet sounds he produced threatened to send her into the stratosphere, her legs growing weaker with each passing second. The unspoken challenge was a passing of the trophy back and forth, he won and then she did. Then back to him. In the rush, she met his eyes and found herself staring into those green hues of his. The same eyes she's stared at many different times, but the gleam in them now, it drew her into him further. Her hand reached out to caress his face, brushing his hair away from his eyes, stunned as he pulled her in. A whine escaped her, but she couldn't even call his actions unfair, when she had just been on an expedition of his lips. The way his tongue expertly explored her brought her to her knees, happily staying there too.

Pulled right against his chest, Laurel could only rock her hips into him. Lost in the bliss, she felt she could keep going, but his whispered words did more than tickle her ear. The words were something she couldn’t deny him. She could feel her legs trembling and the inevitable desire to come undone for him. "I’m...oh," god, how she loved the husky tone in his voice. Just then, his phone rang and her frown was quick to present itself. Completely disrupting her. Part of her wanted to tell him to ignore it, let the call go to voicemail. But, she couldn't ask that, in case it was work. Laurel reached for his phone, the caller ID sending her into a fit of annoyance, but in her attempt to toss the phone away, she tapped the screen which answered the call.

"Isaac, I swear to god, I'm going to murder you," she huffed into the phone. This was definitely not the appropriate place to answer a phone call, her legs still wrapped around her husband. On the other end of the line, Isaac's laughter could be heard. He didn't have context for the threat, but it was amusing nonetheless. "Eli there? Put me on speaker, I have a super important question to ask." He assumed Laurel did it because he continued talking as if he was on speaker, "okay hear me out. Gingerbread or sugar cookies? Can you believe I'm only being allowed one type of cookie? It's so unfair." That was his question? She looked down at Eli, her face only saying one thing: he couldn't be serious. "Isa, I'm definitely going to kill you now."

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He could feel it. She was close, sensing her walls clench around him nearly set him off but he held off. What he wanted to hear more of was that fuck that slipped past her rosy kiss swollen lips. His moans became more pronounced the minute she hungrily attacked his lips as they moved right in sync. It was an unspoken challenge between them on who could win a kiss athon. At the moment he had a vague sense of being neck and neck, though all coherent thoughts went out the window, feeling Laurel's hips collide with his and feeling each thrust match had him on the verge of tears.

There was a primitive gleam that entered Eli's green eyes. His arm snaked around and jerked her body to his. He sucked at her tongue and rocked his hips into her. Eli's tongue skimmed her bottom lip, now returning the favor of exploring her mouth just like she had done to him minutes ago.

He pulled her tight to his chest as he buried himself deep inside. His lips trailed over her face and whispered it into his ear. "That's it, come for me baby," his husky voice making it near impossible to hide how turned on she had him. He brushed the hair off her face and kissed her forehead.