"Shit..." Lip groaned while Desna was trying to help him out of his coat.
"I'm sorry," she said, trying to be as gentle as possible, "But you have to get this thing off," once they managed to take it away, Desna moved to the drawer, as she noticed that even his shirt had blood on it.
"Can you help me with my shirt?" Lip's question made her turn to see him, avoiding her gaze. She could see that he wasn't sure how she would have responded, and maybe she was doing something that she was not supposed to, but she really could not stand seeing him in pain. So she moved closer, gently pushing him by his chest towards Ian's bed. Lip groaned a little as he sat down, his eyes closed, but he parted his legs so that she could stand in between them as she carefuly helped him to remove his shirt.
"I wish I could tell you that at least I punched back," she heard him say as if he wanted to make her laugh.
"I wish I didn't find you all bloody," she answered back. Desna could feel the awkwardness between them, remembering the kiss from before, and now touching his skin was far from what she had thought could have happened to her.
"Are you angry?" He asked as she helped him to take his left arm out.
"That you got beaten up?" She asked with a frown, as she moved as gently as possible when she pulled the shirt off his head. Their eyes met as she did, and she felt his hands moving to rest on her hips.
"That I've kissed you," he said, and she felt her heart beat faster. She had been so angry at him for the last few weeks, but she knew that she missed him very much. When they kissed, she knew that she wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else. But what kept repeating in her head was what he had said to her.
"What did you mean?" She said, not moving away from his touch, even when she saw him divert his eyes.
"I don't know, Des," he admitted, his fingers didn't move from their place on her hips. Then he took a deep breath, "I-I'm so sorry for what I said that day," he said with his eyes closed, "I'm an asshole. And I just… just…" he took another deep breath, "I don't think what I said about you."
She observed him as he bit his lips, shaking his head. Desna's hand moved so that her fingers could touch his chin to tilt his head up. She looked into his eyes as she whispered, "Do you mean it?"
His grip on her hips tightened to ensure that her attention was focused only on him. "I do, I swear," he said, taking another deep breath. "Look, I don't know what this is between you and me, but what I know is that I don't want to lose it," he said.
"Why?" She asked, "We could just be friends?"
"You cannot be my friend," he answered, "Because I can't be only your friend. But I need you with me, Des."
She found herself caressing his cheek gently.
"Why?" She whispered again.
"I care about you," he said, pulling her closer, "And I want you."
Desna leaned forward, crashing her lips against his. His hands moved to the back of her neck to keep her from moving away, and their mouths moved against one another.
"So you do care," she muttered against his lips before gently pushing him to lay on the mattress. Then she slowly climbed up on him, putting her legs at each side of his hips, their lips never leaving each other. Her hand was in his hair as she started to move her pelvis against his.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," she said against his lips, and he groaned, shaking his head.
"I can live with it," he said before bringing her down for another kiss. She smiled against his lips, her movement becoming more urgent as she felt him hardening under her.
"Fuck..." he moaned.
Desna then moved her kisses to his jaw, to move to his neck, chest, and belly, as her hands unbuttoned his pants. She heard him chuckle before he started to pull them down while Desna got up to get rid of her jeans. As she did, she kneeled back in between his legs, gripping his cock with her hand and moving it up and down.
"Shit, Des," he said, throwing his head back, making her chuckle as he groaned at the movement.
"Stay there, baby," she said, spitting on his tip, making sure he was watching, and he cursed again, "We don't want for you to feel any pain," having said that, she opened her mouth, taking him in.
"Fuck, Des," he exclaimed as she started to bob her head up and down, making sure to suck like he liked it.
"I can really see that you've missed me," she said in a moan, licking his length.
"Fuck, shit, I did so much," she smiled before taking him again. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back once again. The noises that he was making were turning her on so much that she started to touch herself.
"Fuck, Des," he moaned, "I'm close."
"No," she said as she let him go, climbing up from her position and guiding him with her hand so that she could take him inside of her.
Desna moaned loudly as she did, feeling again that beautiful sensation of being stretched by him. They both needed a moment as they panted. Their faces close to each other, moaning in each other's ears, his hands moved to her hips as she started to move against him.
"Oh shit!" She moaned, feeling him go in and out of her.
"Fuck," he moaned, moving his hips up. Her movement started to incrase and he soon moved his hands up her torso so that he could pull up her shirt throwing it on the ground, then they went to her bra so that he could take it off as well.
Desna closed her eyes, moaning loudly when he started to lick her nipples. "Lip!" She moaned, her arms around his shoulders as she kept increasing her movement.
"Fuck, I've missed this," he groaned against her skin, "How well you take me, baby," he said, moving her just enough to look down so that he could see himself going in and out of her.
"Shit, don't stop," she moaned, "This feels so good, Lip."
He moved her face so that she was looking at him, on his lips a smirk, "Do I feel good?" He asked, thrusting up in her making her yelp, "Do I fuck you good?"
"God, please!" She moaned, moving so that she could meet his thrust. Fuck he was starting to move faster.
"Do you like it when I fuck you?" He asked again, making her moan, one of his arms around her waist, the other behind his back to give himself better leverage, "Did you miss me fucking you?"
"I touched myself thinking about you," his eyes widened at her words before he moved his hips so as to make them change positions. He was now above her, his hips moving faster and faster.
"Fuck, I'll make you cum so hard," he promised as she was becoming a moaning mess.
"Don't stop," she begged, "Don't stop!" He was ramming inside of her when the door burst open, making them yelp, and they moved away from each other when they noticed Ian standing on the door.
"Oh shit!" He said as Lip was doing his best to cover Desna.
"Get the fuck out!" Lip exclaimed, making his brother go away.
"Oh god..." she muttered before starting to giggle, and he started to laugh, too.
"That makes you laugh?" He asked, looking down at her.
"I think it's Karma," she answered, smiling at him. He caressed her cheek.
"I've missed you," she said, and he leaned forward to rub his nose against hers before pecking her lips.
"Did you really touched yourself thinking about me?" He asked, moving a little so that he could look at her. Desna bit her lips, and on his lips appeared another smirk before she assaulted her mouth once more.