RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 71: LAZ -

Two days ago, That night. freёwebnoѵel.com

She lay in his arms, breathing steadily. Laz was so worried he couldn’t focus on the audiobook playing in his AirPods.

Even his textbook became a blur as she snuggled deeper into him.

His heart raced, making it hard to breathe. "Are you sleeping yet?" he asked softly.

She shook her head, the scent of vanilla in her hair warming his senses. "I actually can’t," she murmured, her wide eyes staring into the dimly lit room.

He frowned, noting the fatigue etched on her face. Her lashes fluttered, but she didn’t seem close to sleep. "My eyes are open, but my brain has shut down," she drawled.

"Should I get your sleeping pills?" he whispered, trailing his fingers gently through her hair.

She nodded, and he reached for the drawer beside the bed. Placing a pill in her palm, he opened a nearby bottle of water. She gulped it down with an audible sigh.

"I should tell you something, Laz," she began, trailing off with a yawn.

"What is it?" he asked, rubbing comforting circles on her back.

"These pills make me have vivid dreams... and I think I sleepwalk and talk sometimes..." Her voice faded as she drifted off mid-sentence.

He smiled faintly. Nothing new or scary—just human. He kissed her hair, tucked her snugly under the covers, and returned to his cyberlounge.

For three hours, he immersed himself in his studies, the soft hum of his desk lamp keeping him company.

Then he heard footsteps.

The door creaked open, revealing Frida. She stood there, wearing his oversized button-up shirt, slightly unbuttoned.

She leaned against the doorframe, shuffling her feet.

Something was different. The way she stared at him, dark, intense, and unyielding, sent a shiver down his spine.

"Frida?" he called, his voice tight.

She tilted her head, her hair falling to one side. Her voice was low and hoarse, almost unrecognizable. "Gotcha," she whispered, "Been looking everywhere for you?"her tone teasing.

He swallowed feeling nervous "Yeah..." He trailed off as she slipped her shorts off.

He blinked, unsure of what was happening. "Are you... sleepwalking?"

She raised it up staring at him and he swallowed so hard, he nearly choked on the black coffee he had been consuming all night.

"Frida..." He began then trailed off again as she began undoing the buttons on the button up shirt.

It was her turn to answer "yeah..." As he stared at her naked form back slightly revealing in the now loose button up top he actually felt his brain short circuit.

As she took slow tentative steps towards him "Frida..." He literally couldn’t do anything but gap at her, mouth so dry he was craving water.

Her fingers found his hand, guiding it to her thigh. His pulse quickened as she pressed his palm against her smooth skin, her breath hitching. her tits in his face.

He was so hypnotized he had to blink to remember the 26–25 ?...letters of the alphabet to make up words "Frida...?" He licked his lips.

As she guided his fingers over her flesh, in the unforgivable lace called panties now literally a bridge to heaven.

He started doing breathing exercises, so he wouldn’t forget to breath. As she trailed his hand over her smooth flesh of belly, to cup her breasts and he actually hissed like he was burned with a pleasurable eye roll. "Yeah..." She answered again.

"Are you sleeping w-w-wal-king..." He stuttered again, as he pinched her nipples, she bit her lip staring him down.

"Yeah..." She giggled seductively staring at his lips.

Then she straddled him, her sensitive flesh rubbed against his. She arched as she felt him hard for her and she wrapped his hand around her neck "Damn this feels good." She sighed in wanton need.

He actually couldn’t hold back so he used his other hand to grip the seat tightly because he knew she wasn’t in her right mind "Fuck Laz..." She said trailing his neck with just merely the feel of her lips along his neck "You feel so good."

She said bunching him up with her thighs, he actually held back a groan as she took deep satisfied gasps "Wanna play cop?"

He blinked then swallowed gathering his sanity "will you remember this in the morning?"

His voice was hoarse and she stared down at him a different person she spoke in his mouth, lips just brushing lips as if tempting him to taste and he was having a hell of a time not giving in, because his body was tensed under her and he was sweating in the cold room.

"Hush...you talk too much." She said then giggled holding up four hand cuffs.

His eyes widened she drawled "What’s the matter pretty boy??? Did you think only you like to play?"

"I want you to touch me in the bathroom?" She said softly searching his dark eyes and he was reluctant.

If she wasn’t going to remember most of this in the morning it was probably a bad idea, he thought.

She slipped her hands between their bodies and cup him in his pants and his entire thinking batteries died "Pretty please Laz...I want you to touch me so badly."

She kissed his neck "please make me come in the bathroom."

He was actually blowing out hot air now , without thinking he lifted her in one arm and strutted into the bathroom, only when she had stood in the bathroom did he realize what the hell he was doing.

He wanted to take her back to the safety of her warm sheets.

Yeah, that was the only good part of him left for her, the good guy, the true him however didn’t move a muscle as his shirt slid off her body and zeroed on the perfection of her butt as she stood in the shower.

She position hands up torso stretched waiting "come on, be a good boy and come help me out."

He tried not to laugh she was hella bold in her sleep, he walked to her took one cuff and secured her to the rod above that was meant to hold the curtains.

He couldn’t help himself but feel the perfection of her skin in his hands while remembering this dark look in her eyes as he secured her first wrist then the other.

She was so short her feet actually dangled a bit.

Then she parted her legs and he actually went into cardiac arrest. "Go on open them."

He groaned out loud now, lord his patiences was being tested and anymore tests he’d actually just plunge into her in this position.

"You look hungry Laz... yearning...I like it..." She smirked showing perfect white teeth "That’s it...yearn for me."

He didn’t need any other push, he parted her legs further and secured them.

She looked so satisfied just hanging there it was actually insane "I’d like your tongue trailing up my thighs but not today...grab the shower hose darling."

She was in control today and he didn’t mind for now. He obeyed.

"Good." She said pleased "Stand behind me and fuck me with it."

He stood behind her and helped himself to the panties that kept heaven to the side, he heard her breath out loud, then she arched leaning her body against his and his restraint was killing him.

Her hot breaths was a sharp contrasts to the cold shower and as her orgasms began to hit her she rasped against his ear "You’ve been so good today."

He stared highly invested in controlling the pressure of the water and listening to her moans in his ear "Don’t push me little one." His voice was dark and thick with lust "I’m playing nice."

She kissed his ear nibbling on his neck "Don’t worry...if your patient enough..." She said then stuck her tongue in his ear and he shivered "I’ll reward you."

"Now be a good boy and...oh fuck Laz!" She cried out.

He stood there staring at the door she just closed them turned and walked away.