Page 15 of 4th and Goal
I would like to preface by saying that I am in no way complaining. It’s been quiet. For a while. That has afforded Lilly and I a lot of time and opportunity to get to know each other on a deeper level, laying the foundation for a promising future. I love her. Everything about her turns me on. And every day I feel myself fall deeper and deeper in love.
There’s a possibility I might die of blue balls, but it’s worth it to be with her. To make sure she’s comfortable. I do not want to rush her. Her last relationship didn’t end that long ago, and it was full of unpleasant surprises. I’m a patient man, obviously since I’ve wanted her for years and was dumb enough never to make a move because I planted my flag in Friendsville and then became the fucking mayor! Sorry, I’m a little tense…and backed up. My hand isn’t cutting it anymore, not when the taste of her lips lingers, my clothing saturated with her scent. I even tried my left hand for something a little different, except it felt like I was cheating on Lillyandmy right hand.
Nothing will do but her. I’m patient. I’m patient. I’m patient.
I close the door to my dishwasher, press the button to turn it on, and start it. I glance at the door when someone knocks. It’s after 7 on a school night—God, I’m not old enough to be thinking like that. With a shake of my head, I walk across the living area to the door and pull it open.
“Lilly,” I say her name on a breath, like I’ve conjured her with thought alone. Fingers press against my chest, and I’m pushed back until she clears my doorway, using her sky-high heel to kick the door shut behind her. Her long legs are bare, leading up to a cinched coat showing off her small waist and flared hips. Sweet baby Jesus, am I in a porn? Is she about to untie that coat and reveal—
“A dress?” I murmur aloud when her fingers pull the tie around her waist, and the coat falls open. She shrugs it off her shoulders, standing before me in a form fitting red dress that hits inches below her spectacular ass.
“Sorry.” She says, a self-deprecating smile tipping her lips as she rolls her eyes at herself. “I was gonna do the whole naked under the coat thing, but then I worried about getting into an accident and my parents being notified I was naked under my coat lying dead on the side of the road with my snooter out for the world to answer the age old questions about drapes and carpet, so I threw the dress on.” She’s breathing hard by the time she finishes her nervous rant. I stand still, taking in the view, and enjoying the show. My cock is rock hard, throbbing in my pants. “One minute.”
I nearly swallow my tongue when she crosses her arms, snags the hem of her dress, and pulls it up and over her body. She’s in this red lacy body suit thing and I have never seen anyone or anything more intoxicating in my life. She’s breathtaking, long blonde hair around bare shoulders, the ends curling just above her tiny pink nipples that poke through the lace of her body suit. A deep V in the front shows off the shape of her tits, my mouth watering to trace them with my tongue, meets a ribbon of red that accentuates the dip of her waist, and the gusset of it rides high on her hips, making her legs look long and toned.
“Hardwood floors.” I croak, licking my bottom lip as I stare at the junction of her thighs.
“Almost. There’s a…welcome…runner…rug?”
“God, I love you.” She blinks several times, her eyes so big as she processes my words.
She licks her lips, inhales, and smiles. “I love you, too.” A heavy silence descends between us, my heartbeat so loud I can hear it in my ears. She shifts from foot to foot nervously. I hold my breath, waiting for her to tell me what she wants. “I’m sorry. I used up all my brave coming over here.”
This moment is absolutely perfect, because it’s her and me. “I got you, baby girl.”
“I know you do.” Her throat moves as she swallows. “I trust you.” Those words light me up from the inside and my soul practically weeps with joy. As does my cock.
I close the scant feet between us, bend to wrap an arm around the back of her thighs, and lift her up. She squeals as I carry her through my apartment to my bedroom. She feels incredible in my arms, her silky skin, the soft texture of her negligee. I lay her on my bed, stepping back to admire her. She belongs here, with me, on my bed, in my life. Her legs scissor, her back arching subtly, hands carding through her hair. I am the luckiest son of a bitch on earth.
I walk around the bed, her hooded eyes following my every move, as I strip down to my boxers. Up on her elbows, her mouth drops open when she sees my erection straining the cotton. I palm my cock over my underwear, her breath hitching, eyes dilating as she watches.
“You want my cock, baby girl?” She nods emphatically, making me chuckle darkly. “You want my tongue?”
“Uh-huh.”
“How about my fingers?”
“I want…I want all of you.”
“Good fucking answer.” I snarl, kneeling on the end of my bed, wrenching her knees apart and climbing between her thighs. I bury my face in the lace covering her pussy, inhaling her arousal into my lungs, my nose bumping her swollen clit.
“Oh! Oh!” I stare up at her, my fingers hooking into the fabric and tugging. It pulls taut, putting pressure on her clit, exposing fat, juicy lips. I lick her, sucking her covered clit into my mouth. “You look like…you ever seen that meme with the panther drinking water from a lake? And then it shows a house cat failing to drink from a running faucet?” I laugh at her innocent question, loving how she shivers from the vibrations against her sensitive flesh. “Panther. Totally a panther.”
I tug on the fabric a little harder and the snaps pull apart, giving me an unobstructed view of the most perfect pussy on God’s green earth. My hands wrap around her thighs, I push them farther apart, and dive in. She falls to her back, hips moving so much I have to put my arm over them to keep her still. Her hands move to her tits, then she drops them. They hover over her heaving chest again, and she drops them. My girl is so shy. The third time she does it, I pull the lace over her tits, so they’re bare, then I snatch both wrists, lay her palms over her nipples and cover them with my hands to show her what to do. Her back arches so severely, I’d think it painful, if it wasn’t for the constant stream of pussy juice leaking into my mouth.
When I bite into her clit and tug lightly, her hands mimic my movements on her nipples. I flick it with my tongue; she bats them with her fingertips. I lick lower, spearing my tongue into her tight hole and swirl it around, she thumbs the peaked tips. Iplay around for a few minutes, my obsession for her growing by the second, and my hunger. My cock protests painfully, wanting to play too.
“Baby?” She’s lost in lust and overwhelmed with desire. “Lils?” She lifts her head to meet my eyes. “Rough or tender?”
“What?”
“Do you want me to fuck you or make love to you?”
Eyes bright with curiosity, she says softly, “Uh…I didn’t know there was…fuck me?”
My grin is probably nothing short of maniacal, and she gulps in response. I push down my boxers. Up on my knees, I push her knees to her chest, then I lean over to place one hand around her throat, not tight, just a constant reminder I’m the one she’s with, the one making her feel things she’s never felt before. I stretch the moment out, teasing and torturing us both, my fingers dancing along the outside of her pussy. Her eyes grow heavy again, and she gives me a subtle nod.
Without warning, I shove two thick fingers into her pussy. Pumping my hand hard and fast, I push deeper, curling my fingers to graze the sensitive spot inside her. When her pussy starts to spasm, her orgasm building, I release her neck and rub her clit. She’s so wet, I know if she weren’t so close to climax, she’d be embarrassed, but I love it. Her entire pussy is soaking wet, her bikini line coated, as her clit visibly throbs. I push, push, push, and just when she’s about to go over, a sweet flush spreading from her chest up her neck, I withdraw my fingers and surge inside her, driving my cock as deep as it can go. She thrashes around the bed as her cunt chokes my length, her screams echoing in my soul. Her orgasm doesn’t wash over her; it isn’t gentle or nice. It shatters her completely and I’m along for the fucking ride of my life. Using my considerable weight topress her into the mattress, I slam into her, showing no mercy despite her cries, my headboard banging into the wall. My lamp falls from my nightstand, and she turns her head to see it.
