Page 88 of Where the Dark Knelt
Willwet his lips as his finger stroked up my cheek and traced around my chin. He raised my face up again. I kept telling myself not to do this. His head came forward and he pressed his closed mouth on mine. His lips felt plump and full, it was a tender kiss, not exploratory.
His other hand stroked the length of my arm, but his touch was tentative, he wasn’t sure.
I was glad for that, it showed me that he was considering the implications of this before making any definitive moves on me. Will was letting me think about it.
“Do you have any wine?” I asked, my voice sounding flat. I felt I needed a drink and to give myself some time. I wanted to stall him and get myself out of this before I did something I’d regret.
He stepped back. “Sure, I’ll be right back.” He disappeared, and I could hear glasses clinking and the pop of acork, then he reappeared at the bedroom door.
“I had this bottle of champagne that we were given at the gig we did last week.” He sat on the bed, the mattress dipping as he did this. I stood in front of him. He wasn’t concerned by his nakedness or mine. I was more than a little shy that he kept looking at me.
Trailing the back of his finger down my arm, he commented, “Your skin is so damned soft. I have never felt skin like it. I’ve wanted to tell you that so many times when I’ve stroked your arm, but thought you might think I was freaky, or had a fetish, or was coming on to you.” He smiled shyly.
“And now you are,” I mumbled quietly.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, and fuck… I don’t want to be weird around you because of this, Lily. Tell me if this is going to change us and I’ll leave the house right now.” I raised my eyebrow.
“Would you?”
When he passed me thehalf full glass of champagne, I put my mouth to the rim of the flute and felt some of the bubbles disperse on my face before the dry taste invaded my mouth. Will shifted himself up the bed to lean against his headboard, pulling a pillow and tossing it behind him to support his head. He watched me over the glass.
Staring at him, I asked, “What are we doing, Will?”
He put his glass down, and crawled down the bed to me. I was now perched on the edge like a frightened kitten, ready to scoot out of the door. He cupped his hands over my shoulders, his touch making me shiver.
“See,” he coaxed, “I haven’t touched you anywhere remotely erogenous yet and you’re shivering.”
“I don’t think you can say that when your tongue…” I didn’t finish what I was saying, and Will grinned at me.
“Sorry,” he said. I sipped my drink again, looking at him as he shifted himself alongside me, his back to the edge of the bed and his legs curled to the side.
“I’m going to do something to either change this up or get us at it.If you say stop, we go back to doing what we’ve always done, and this never happened. Okay?” He came around in front of me. “Lily, I’m going to have to kiss you for this.”
Will gave me little time to think, I couldn’t. He pulled me onto my feet and grabbed my hair from the nape. The thumb of one hand stroked down my throat and across my collarbone, as his tongue pierced through my lips and explored my mouth.
His hand fell from my hair and traced down to the small of my back, and back up my ribs, to cup my breast. Ishudderedunder his touch. It was one of the most sensual kisses ever, full of feeling.
There was a pool of wet liquid that ran from my slit and trailed its way onto my leg. I moaned loudly, and he stepped away from me.
I felt like I’d lost an arm when he separated from me. My breath hitched as I waited for what was next. Then he did something that completely shocked me, but it was hot at the same time. The tension between us was now so high we couldn’t have stopped even if we wanted to.
Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed his thumb over his glans, smearing it in pre-cum. Will traced it along my lips before pushing his thumb into my mouth. “Suck it, Lily… taste me.” I parted my lips and his thumb slid across my tongue. “You know how I taste now.”
Staring longingly at me, Will asked,“Are you curious how it feels? Do you want to feel me? Taking my hand palm up in his palm, he cupped my palm over his shaft, closing his hand around mine, and wrapping my fingers around his length.
Hitching his breath, Will heldmy hand in his. He began to stroke himself using my hand guided by his. It was so arousing, to watch him pleasure himself using me. “I want to taste you again, Lily. Do you want to taste more of me?” I didn’t answer, but he dropped to his knees, lifting one of my legs, the mattress dipped slightly as he balanced my foot on it. As he’d kneeled in front of me, his cock had slipped out of my hand.
Gliding his fingertips between my legs, he swallowed audibly, “Your legs are still splendid even without the fuck-me heels.” He smiled, his fingers finding my sensitive flesh, which was wet and warm. Will groaned and growled, as he drew his fingers down it, slipping one inside me as he struggled to control his breathing. “Fuck.”
He lifted my leg from the bed and placed it over his shoulder.Stroking his nose down my entrance, he buried his face deep between my legs.
Will’s warm, tensed tongue swirledaround my wet heat, arousing me further, taunting my nub, and teasing at my entrance. He sucked my juices and buried his tongue deep inside me. “Mmm.”
Making loud sucking noises, he groaned again, “God, you’re delicious.” His eyes stared up at me as I stared back at him. My eyes rolled at the pleasure he gave me, and I felt myself tighten inside as he continued to feast on me.
My legs started shaking, and I buckled as I came. “I got you,” he whispered. His tongue was replaced by two fingers as his other hand supported my weight.
Pushing me back on the bed, he replaced his fingers with his tongue again. I came hard again against his mouth. “Oh, God.” Will commented as he licked and sucked at my clitoris, devouring me.
