Jenna
It’s a blistering hot day in L.A., but the Town Car that Lachlan got to drive me to the outlets is already fully air conditioned. He’s going to take our bags to the hotel and get us checked in so he can change before his meeting too. The traffic isn’t terrible, which is surprising, because I’ve always heard it’s supposed to be bumper to bumper here in L.A. I sort of wish that Lachlan is still with me, because I’ve never travelled on my own, but I know he’s got important things to do.
The outlet mall is an enormous complex with faux Spanish style architecture. The whole place reminds me of a classy resort, not a mall. There are palm trees everywhere, and even though it’s a weekday, the parking lot is jam packed with people. I let my driver know when I’ll be back, and he drops me off. The storefront stretches on and on and on, and because I have no idea just what’s here, I decide I’d just start walking.
Pretty soon, I’m overwhelmed with options. The outlet has everything, from mass market chains to luxury brands. I manage to find a few things to buy that I think I’d look good in for our dinner tomorrow night, but I can’t decide on what to get for my mom. She’s already got everything she needs, and she’s not much of a trend follower. I think about getting her a gift card, but my mom is one of those people who spends forever finding gifts for people. I know that a gift card would hurt her feelings. The only thing I could think of is a brand new Dutch oven at Le Creuset, but I can’t imagine trying to haul something that heavy home with me.
Frustrated, I finally give up and head back to where I said I’d meet up with the driver. At least I found a few things for me, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time. Maybe I could come back tomorrow.
Luckily, the rest of the day unfolds like a dream come true. We head to Universal Studios, just like Lachlan promised. A little part of me wishes that I could have dressed up as Hermione for the day, but even that might be a bit too much for Lachlan. But he was a good sport about all of it, from going into Ollivanders (where I got to pick my own wand!!!!), to having dinner at the Three Broomsticks, just like I always wanted. He went on a few of the rides just for me, which, from his white knuckles, is a pretty big deal. And Lachlan even wrote me a card to send through the OwlPost, something to remember the trip by when I return home. The only thing he wouldn’t do was try on a wizarding robe himself, but that’s his loss entirely.
When I asked him if it changed his opinion of me to know that I was such a huge fan on the drive home, he shook his head.
“I don’t care what sort of hobby you have Jenna as long as it makes you happy. I might not understand it, but it doesn’t change who you are to me,” he says.
Those words fill my heart to bursting. Can there be any man more thoughtful, more wonderful than Lachlan? I mean, I know I’m a book nerd, and I willingly own it. But I know that there are guys who would make fun of me for it, put me down because they don’t understand and think it’s childish. But the way Lachlan explains it shows that he’s so much more mature than that and I wear the biggest smile, all the way back to the hotel room. By then I was more than ready to shower him with my appreciation for such a perfect day.
Lachlan’s arranged for us to stay at the Sheraton Grand, a super modern high-rise hotel in the heart of L.A. I feel like a movie star as we step out of the car and enter the building. The shimmering lobby is full of contemporary metal sculptures, and everywhere I look, I see beautiful people lounging around. I’m a little intimidated by it all, but Lachlan takes my hand, and suddenly I feel right at home. We head straight to the elevators, and unfortunately, we have to share with a family of five, otherwise I would have my lips locked to Lachlan’s already.
We exit on the tenth floor, and Lachlan pulls out a key. I press myself onto his back, my hands reaching towards the front of his jeans.
“What’s taking so long?” I ask, my hands tracing the outline of his thick cock.
“I think I demagnetized the card,” he says. “I might have to go downstairs and get another one.”
“Oh,” I say, disappointed. “I guess I’ll wait here?”
Lachlan heads back towards the elevators, and I pull out a chocolate frog to eat in the meantime. It doesn’t take long to get a new card, and this time, the card beeps right away. Lachlan opens the door, but I’m distracted by a flash out of the corner of my eye. I turn, but there’s nothing there. At least, I think there’s nothing. How strange. I thought I noticed something this morning too at the airport, but that can’t be. Maybe I need to get my eyes checked. Before I can dwell too much on the matter, Lachlan pulls me inside. Our clothes come off in a flurry, our kisses messy and rough. I want him so badly, my nipples hard as diamonds, my pussy dripping wet and hot. His hands palm my breasts, sending flashes of desire through me.
I’m trembling, melting against him, and I barely see the view outside our hotel window as we collapse together onto the bed. His tongue brushes against my lips, and I open myself to him. My nipples are taut and ready, and when he touches them, I sigh with relief. His hands are everywhere, all at once. His body is heavy on top of me, our bare skin touching all over, his erection grinding against my leg. I’m melting, unraveling, letting go of everything except for him. I love this feeling, this feeling that I only get when I’m with Lachlan. He kisses me again, and then down over my chest, across my nipples, around and under, before trailing licks over my bellybutton. He’s making me wet and slick, and I open my legs just like I’ve been taught.
“I’ll never get tired of looking at your perfect pussy,” he says, kissing my thigh.
He blows gently on my open pussy, the fleshy lips quivering as I try not to lift my hips to his mouth already. He opens me up gently with a finger, exposing my clit. I’ve never let anyone do this to me, and even now, the experience feels so new. I’m sort of bashful about it still but it’s so good that I know better now than to try to stop Lachlan. His tongue skates over the swollen nub, tasting my delicate folds. I open up my legs, spreading them wide to let him in.
He probes deeper, licking more and more. I can feel my nectar gushing towards him, cover his face. I move on the bed, unable to stop myself from pushing closer to his hot tongue. He eats me out, his fingers pushing in, scissoring me, trying to open my tight channel for his cock later. I buck into his face, coating his face in glistening honey, but Lachlan never pauses. He just goes deeper, the lower half of him grinding into my cleft, sucking hard on my clit, kissing my tight pink cunt, untouched by anyone except for him. He traces circles around my clit, pulses of pleasure radiating from that one aching spot. I can feel my orgasm winding up, I’m wavering on the brink, and then he roots his tongue deep inside of me, and I can’t help it, I come. My back rises clean off the mattress, my eyes squeezing shut as I cry “Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!” over and over again.
When I open my eyes, still dazed from everything, Lachlan’s poised above me, his thick cock resting against my dripping wet slit.
“Come on,” I say, grinding up my hip against him playfully. “You’re not going to make me wait all night are you?”
“Just admiring my handiwork,” he says with a playful smirk.
He angles his hip, and pushes inside me.
“Ohhh,” I moan gratefully as he enters deep in my pussy, my plush walls swelling up tight around his shaft. I tighten my muscles, gripping his cock inside of me, wrapping my legs around him to draw him in. Lachlan slides out and into my sopping cunt, driving himself into me. I’m fully stretched, at the very limits of what I can take as he bottoms out. His cock gets impossibly harder inside of me. It feels amazing, this pleasure that rushes to the ends of my fingers and toes with every thrust. My pussy in unbelievably tight, making it hard to go too fast. I want to keep him burrowed deep inside of me forever. I can see it written on his face too, how good it is for us to be together like this, our bodies connected together into one. He fucks me faster, his rhythmic pace frenzied and harsh, slamming into me, almost forcing the air out of me.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Jenna!”
And then I hear him groan, his muscles tightening, his cock driving deep into my swollen pussy for the last time, hitting my core. I gasp as my orgasm hits, love and pleasure intertwining through my body. I can feel Lachlan’s release, his cock shooting his milky seed into my womb, filling me up. I’m so glad I got birth control, because having his cum splash my walls, claiming me, marking me, feels so crazy good. He pumps into me one last time, my pussy squeezing out every last drop, his hips pushing himself deeper into me than ever before.
“I love you,” he said, after we’ve collapsed together onto the bed.
“I love you too,” I say, turning my head towards him. “I wish every day could be like today.”
I don’t mean the trip to Universal Studios at all, but rather the way we could be with each other out in the open. Unafraid. He looks at me, understanding completely.
“I know,” he says softly. “But how can we make that happen?”
He’s right of course, but that doesn’t stop me from wishing he’d say the opposite. He pulls me closer to him and kisses me. His hands caress my breast, and I let him roll on top of me. At least we have the rest of the weekend together before we go back to reality.
At least, I thought we did.