Page 42 of His to Possess
“Fuck, Lilah.” I kiss her again, even harder this time. All of the dirty, gorgeous images I’ve been trying to fight since seeing her in that auction are running freely through my mind now. Lilah at Club Wyld. Lilah’s hands bound. Lilah’s ass turning red while I spank her. I want all of that. The idea that she might want it too is almost too much for me.
But can she really know if she wants it? She’s completely inexperienced, completely untouched. How can she have any idea what she might like in bed?
“How are you still a virgin?” I whisper against her lips.
“I never wanted any of the guys in prep school,” she says. “They were so immature.”
“You wanted someone with more experience for your first time?” I don’t resist the urge to press my hips harder into her belly. She moans. Fuck yes.I have plenty of experience, love,I think.Let me show you.
“Not just my first time,” she gasps. “All my times. I’ve never been able to imagine it with anyone but…” she trails off, sighing as I swipe my tongue over the corner of her mouth.
“Finish that sentence,” I growl.
“A real man,” she says, voice heated. “Someone older. Mature. Someone who knows what they’re doing.” Jesus fuck, this woman. If those words made me want to rip her panties off, the next ones have me ready to come in my trousers. “Someone who could take control of my body. Take control of my pleasure.”
“That’s what you want?” I growl, turning us both slightly so I can press her into the wall. “You want someone to take control?”
“God, yes,” she whispers. “Please, Philip.”
My hand moves without permission, coming down to cup her pussy over her leggings. I can feel her radiating heat through the cotton. “You want to give me control, love?”
“Please!”
“You want to let me take over this sweet body? Use it however I like?”
“I’ve dreamt of it, Philip.”
“The man in your dreams—was he faceless, love? Or was it me you were seeing?”
“Always you,” she whimpers. “For years, it was always you in my head when I imagined it.”
The idea that she’s thought about this for years makes my dick ache. It also makes my chest tighten, like some long dormant organ I’ve never even noticed before is suddenly expanding, taking up all the room until it’s hard to even breathe.
The sensation is so new and unexpected that it gives me pause. And that pause is long enough for all the doubts to come rolling back in.
She’s thought about you for years because she’s your little sister’s best friend,I remind myself.She’s describing a school girl crush. She’s way too young for you. Way too sweet. Way too innocent.
“No,” she says, her voice sharp, and my eyes snap back to hers. She’s glaring at me. “Don’t you dare change your mind.”
I laugh, bringing my forehead to rest against hers and trying not to think about how good her body feels pressed between me and the wall. “It would be impossible to change my mind about wanting you. But I think that’s enough for one night.”
She squirms against me, seeking friction for the heat between her legs. The thought of my girl with a needy, aching pussy almost has me throwing my reservations to the wind and taking her right there. But no. I’ve spent years developing my control with women—with submissives. And I need to be in control now.
“Your first time isn’t going to be up against the wall in my hallway.”
Her face lights up. “My bed is like, five feet away.”
I chuckle. “This isn’t a decision to be made in the heat of the moment,” I tell her.
“Philip,” she whines, squirming some more.
I smile and press a kiss to her forehead. “I want you to get into bed and try to sleep. We can talk about this more tomorrow when we’ve both calmed down.”
“You want to talk about it more?” she asks, sounding both surprised and hopeful.
I should tell her no. Tell her nothing else is ever going to happen. I should go to my room and lock the door then spend the rest of the week taking cold showers.
But I can’t bring myself to do any of that.
