EroticReverie

Leona Liliana Lovelace ... Three months later.....

It's still not home, but it's something living with the Copeland family. 

I've grown closer them all, other than Connor, Charlies twin, who still is a rare sight in the house, always off doing his own thing with friends. I see him when we all go to school, and that's about it, and sometimes when he drops off Charlie before going off with friends afterschool. 

Charlie, my "gay bestie" as he's named himself, has been much better at not scoffing at every single outfit I choose. But i appeased him recently, by letting him be my "personal shopper". And I have to admit, the clothes he picked out were nice, and he definitely took into consideration MY style, and not the style he wished I had. I like comfort. 

Cillian, the second oldest, is probably second in line of the person I see the least in the house. Due to classes and working for his dad. While Caine lives in the guest house, Cillian lives in the smaller , pool house, which is a one level , one room type of deal, but it's a nice little spot.

Carden and I have probably become the closest, second to Caine. I spend most of my time with him than the others. He's even got me going on morning runs with him, and trying to get me to work out with him afterschool, but I told him once in the morning was enough, he laughed and shook his head, and he's accepted that he will NOT find a new work out gym buddy in me. Although I do entertain him once in awhile, and let him show me the proper way to work the machines, or do certain stretches, and excersizes properly. 

Cristian and I ride together to school every morning and he drives me home every afternoon, and I've begun to hang out with him and some of his friends , and other people the same age as the both of us. Our current bonding , is being done by me trying to help him win over a girl who is giving him absolute hell. She's totally into him, but making him chase her. And I am kinda jealous that she's got that kind of power over him. Not that I want that power over HIM, but just anyone. She's beautiful, and super sweet, but also sassy , and I keep telling Cristian that she's into him, and even though he doesnt believe it, he keeps trying, every single day to win her over.

Crawford, their father is a nice guy. He's utterly in love with Caroline, and it reminds me of my own parents. Crawford doesnt "parent" me too much, he lets Caroline do that. Which she doesnt have to do much. I dont cause any trouble, other than the secret trouble between me and Caine. 

It's been three months since he kissed me...or i kissed him....we argue over that sometimes. Three months of spending late nights, sneaking into the guest house with him to make out on his couch, or against the kitchen counter, or against the wall, his bed, anywhere at all. 

Caine is the only one I talk to about my parents. It took me a few weeks to get there with him, but he insisted one night that I talk. I should be mad at him, because he weaponized out make out sessions against me, telling me if I wanted to keep making out and getting hand delivered orgasms from him, then I needed to actually work on dealing with what happened with my parents. 

So Caine was my therapist. My mind therapist. and my orgasm therapist. my kissing therapist. We've had a few discussions about what we've been doing. What it is, and what it means. And im pretty sure I'll forever be confused as to what it is Im doing. We havent had sex, we havent done much more than anything other than what happened that night. Maybe it's not fair to him, that I never return the favor. But I wouldnt even know how. Sure, I know the basics. Hand on dick. Stroke it. But how hard was I supposed to grab it? How fast was I supposed to move my hand? Would he want me to put my mouth on it? But he's never mentioned it, and seems to not even care that I've never tried to touch him back, other than his arms, or his chest, or the occassional dry hump against his lap. He's patient, and seems content with whatever it is were doing. 

Im pretty sure he still is hooking up with "friends". Maybe that's why I'm in no rush to do more with him. But at least he doesnt bring them to the guest house, and if he does, he's good at sneaking them in and sneaking them out. 

"I like you like this." he says as he holds me from behind, both of us laying under the covers. Me in nothing but my panties and him in nothing but his boxers. It was Saturday, and Caroline and Crawford were out of town till Tuesday. So last night, I'd stayed the night in his bed for the first time. It's early, because my stipulation to staying the night in his bed, was that he had to set an alarm for early in the morning so I could sneak back in before any of his brothers woke up

"Like what?" I ask my ears no longer ringing from the alarm on his phone. My back to his, his lifts his head and kisses my cheek. 

"In my arms all night....and waking up with you in them in the morning" he says softly on my cheek and nudges his nose along my jaw. Pressing a kiss under it. 

"I like it too." I say as he hums and his hand moves, grabbing one of my breasts. Kissing my shoulder as he palms it and squeezes gently. 

What we were doing felt an awful lot like "Couple" things. The sharing kisses and touches, the sharing my thoughts and feelings with him, the spending time together whenever we could, even if in secret. And now, sharing a bed. 

"You fit good here , pretty girl" he says as his hand slips from my breast and his arm wraps around me, tugging me tighter to him. I close my eyes as he kisses my shoulder and up to my neck. 

"You fit real good in my arms" he whispers in my ear and my toes curl and his hand slips back to my breasts, as if sensing the way his words in my ear make them harder. 

"Come here" he whispers and I moan, turning onto my stomach and then lifting up and he gently guides me to get ontop of him. He smiles up at me, reaching up, pushing my messy bed hair back from my face.

"Sweet girl, so fucking pretty in the morning" he says and I blush and he pulls me down, and my tits press to his chest as we moan into each others mouth as we kiss. 

I moan as his hands slide up and down my bare back, and down into my panties, grabbing my bare ass. My hips grind against him, he grabs my waist and pushes my hips down, so my body can slide down over his cock. My panties pushing against his dick through his boxers as our lips part and I press my hands to his chest. 

"Yeah" he smiles. "You know what to do" he says, grabbing my hips and lifting his own as he grinds up against me, thrusting gently as he grinds against my panties and my hips roll to meet his pace. 

"Fucking gorgeous" he whispers as he watches me, my teeth sinking into my lip, my hands in the center of his chest as my ass moves back and forth, and panties drag along the hard ridge of his cock through the fabric. 

He smiles, watching me, his eyes falling over my face, my hair, my arms, my tits pressed between them. My hips as they move. His own hands as they grip my hips harder.

"Good girl" he says with a groan and I moan. My hips going faster. Sweet Girl. Pretty girl. Good girl. Each one of them was my favorite, but especially good girl when he said it like that. 

"That's it , mmm, sweet girl, you feel so good on me" he groans and then gently takes my hands and lifts them. I whimper and he grins as he pulls my hands up and puts them by his head, making my body slide up, his hands sliding to my waist and pulling me further up, till my breasts are above his face. 

"You've got the prettiest tits Leona" he groans and kisses them softly, and I whimper, his lips brushing and teasing my nipples. The second time we secretly hooked up, my shirt came off and Caine professed his love for my breasts, and spent nearly half an hour just kissing them and worshipping them, and everytime he did after that, I never wanted him to stop. 

"god, they're so fucking pretty" he groans, licking over one of my nipples and I let out a moan, and hiss as he sucks it into his mouth. 

"mmmmm" he hums as he sucks and then his hands cup them from underneath and he pushes them together, his tongue dragging from one nipple to the other and back as I whimper and squirm ontop of him. 

"cmere" he groans and slides one hand down my stomach and into my panties and I gasp and my head goes back, as my mouth drops and he rubs my clit. 

"Caine" I moan and he groans.

"say it" he breathes against my nipple. "say it" he repeats. 

Because this is as far as we've gone. Him fingering me. But he has one request when it comes to sliding his finger inside me. I have to say "it" or some not so good girl version of "it." 

"Fuck me" I curse. He groans, because Caine is the only one to ever hear me say the word fuck, and definitely the only person to hear me say it this context. 

"yeah? Louder my good girl, let me hear you say it louder baby" he whispers and I whimper as he pushes fingers down and the tip inside of me. 

"Fuck me" I whine a bit louder.

"You can get louder than that Leona, cmon sweet girl, let me hear you" 

I let out a frustrated cry and then yell it. "Fuck me!" I whine. 

"mmm , there we go" he grins, his finger sliding into me. 

"mmm there you go pretty girl, yeah, there you go, that's what you need , isnt it?" he groans and I moan, a second finger sliding in.

"oh god" I cry, biting my lip and moaning as I ride his fingers, moving up and down on them, his mouth hovering over my breast and he sucks my nipple into his mouth as his hand stays in place, not moving at all, his two fingers stationary as I move myself on them.

"mmm good girl" he groans as he gently bites my nipple and I yelp and ride his fingers harder, faster. 

"mmmmm, fuck, your good girl pussy just loves to fuck those fingers , doesnt it Leona?" he groans and I feel him curl them gently inside me and I moan loudly, bucking my hips as he hits the spot just right. 

"fuck, you sweet thing, look at you, fucking beautiful, god you're fucking stunning, fuck my fingers Leona, jesus, fuck them baby, yeah, come on, come on sweet girl, that's it, fuck, look at you, fucking perfect, god you're fucking perfect, yeah, cum on my fingers baby, that's my good girl, that's it, right there huh? that's it isnt it baby? c'mon, cum hard for me Leona" 

And I do. He growls, his mouth devouring my breasts as I cum, crying out as my pussy pulses around his fingers, and I feel the rush of liquid heat , my body surrendering and falling over the edge. 

"Dont you stop, dont you dare stop, keep going, i know you can cum again" he groans and I cry out, my hips trying to move and I pant, biting my lip hard, wanting to curse as I feel my pussy cumming , squirting on his fingers, just the way he likes it. Messy, all over his hand. all over his stomach , soaking him with it. 

"that's my girl, fuck, yes, god damn, give it all to me" he groans and then is sliding his fingers out of me and grabbing my hips.

"Im fuckin begging you, get the fuck up here." he breathes hard.

"Caine" I whimper, because he's asked to eat me out a handful of times. But it was just too intimate. Not that sleeping in his arms wasnt intimate. The way he kisses me...is intimate. But if I did more, then Id do even more....and we'd end up having sex. And I wasnt sure that was a great idea, no matter how bad he's made me want to give myself him everyday since that first kiss. 

"Im begging you not to tell me no Leona, fuck, just let me lick you dry, baby, cmere" he says and pulls me higher and I suck in a breath as I let him, moving myself up.

"god, yes, fuck, feed me your sweet cunt Leona" he groans and pulls me right down on his mouth.