Page 11 of Lily
I don’t have time to react before he cups my face in his hands and presses his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. It’s a kiss of a man that has finally yanked free of the restraints he put on himself for so long.
He walks me backward until I knock into the corner of the wall. I break the kiss and grimace at the pain.
"I'm sorry," he breathes out before his hands move down my body and he lifts me into his arms.
I hold on to him as he walks us down the hallway to my bedroom, breaking our kiss only once, when he clips my ankle on the doorway.
“Ouch!”
“I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
I lean back in and kiss him. “I’m fine. Do not stop.”
He sets me down on my feet, and I pull back.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, not wanting to pressure him.
“I’ve waited a long time for you,” he breathes out. “I’m not waiting any longer.”
I tug at his shirt and help pull it off over his head. The muscles I noticed the first day we met are more defined than I could have imagined. I run my fingertips down the contours of his pecs to six-pack abs. His cock is pressing hard again the denim of his jeans, and I know that if I don't do something to take care of his first, this could be a short night for the both of us.
I tug at the buckle of his belt and open the top button of his jeans before pushing them down to the ground. He takes a moment to kick off his shoes and his jeans, so he’s only standing there in his boxer briefs.
“Sit down on the bed,” I tell him, and he follows my direction.
I step back and pull my shirt off. His lustful gaze moves down to my full breasts, pushed up by my bra and giving him all the cleavage he can handle. His fingers trace so lightly up the sides of my body. I feel goosebumps pop up all over my skin.
“Seeing you like this—” He looks me up and down. “I don’t think I’m going to last very long to make this memorable for you.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I say.
I kneel down in front of him, and I grip the elastic of his boxer briefs. His hard and ready cock springs out. I take the thick shaft in my hand.
"Oh fuck," Ben breathes out when I run my tongue up and around his cock.
I love the sounds he’s making as he struggles to prolong this pre-sex blow job, so he can last longer when I finally get him inside me. Heat pools in my lower belly, and I have to fight the urge to use my fingers to give myself some relief.
I take all of him inside my mouth and move my head up and down as my hand works the lower half of his cock. Pushing him closer and closer to his relief. I’m not surprised when it doesn’t take long.
“Babe, I’m going to come,” he breathes out.
I pull back and let him come over my breasts and part of my neck. Ben runs his hands over his face as he tries to catch his breath.
“That was unreal,” he sighs.
I stand up, and he reaches down and grabs his shirt off the floor, and wipes me clean.
“We aren’t done yet,” I tell him.
He smiles like he can’t believe there’s more. “You are amazing.”
I start to strip out of the rest of my clothes, taking my time to build up the hype until I’m naked in front of him. I glance down at his cock and can see that it’s already recovering quickly. Thank goodness, because I’m so revved up that I don’t know how long I can hold out to have him inside me.
I lay my hand on his chest, ready to push him back, but he moves quickly and puts me on my back on the bed. He kisses me like it’s the last kiss in the world, pushing my thighs apart and running his fingertips over my clit.
I cry out, already so sensitive and ready for this, for him.
“Don’t tease me,” I say, reaching between us and gripping his cock.
I stroke it up and down, feeling him harden in my grip before guiding him to my entrance. I hold my breath as he pushes inside me, filling every inch of me.
"You feel so amazing," he says as he kisses a trail across my jaw.
“I need to feel you moving inside me,” I beg him, and he doesn’t wait another moment.
A heated sensation builds between us with the friction of our bodies moving as one. The connection I feel with Ben feels like I’ve found something that I didn’t know I’d lost. What I feel for him is more than just physical. I feel like he is someone that I can completely open up my heart.
With each thrust of his cock inside me, we push closer to the edge of our release. I hold out as long as I can, but the sensations building become too much. I tighten my inner muscles around him and cry out his name. I’m still coming when I feel him jerk and find his own release.
We cling to one another, a tangle of arms and legs in bed. I don’t want to let him go or him to let me go. I’m starting to drift off to sleep when I hear him whispers something softly, but I can't make it out. Unconsciousness takes over, and I'm lost in my dreams of Ben.
