Page 5 of Everything Is Yours
My poor body was on fire. My thick, swollen dick was hot and hard; ready and straining to be sunk deep within her. I lifted my hips and pressed towards her heat as hard as my restricted position allowed. My heels stung with the pressure I placed on them when I dug them deeply into the mattress in search of greater contact. Lily stilled on top of me, biting back her own need, as the expression on her face belied her true want. I knew that look; her need equaled mine.
“Am I making you uncomfortable, Alfie? Should I stop?” she teased, her innocent voice just adding some sauce to my desperation. If I’d called her bluff, she’d have been disappointed.
“Fuck no, Lily. Explore away, honey.”
Grinning devilishly, I pretended she wasn’t affecting me much, but my frustration and animalistic side was torturing me. Lily gave me a naughty little smirk and shrugged her shoulders to her ears like she was pleased with herself then tucked her hair behind her ear. Her unconscious nervous move almost made me chuckle. Before I could fully process that thought, she bent down quickly and took my nipple in her mouth and sucked hard.
Desire flooded my body, beginning at a central spot in my chest and radiating out. It coursed down both limbs and up into my scalp making my skin tingle. Every fiber and nerve ending in me was on fire, alight with a need to be sated. Goosebumps covered every inch of me and the discomfort I felt from my dick’s restricted movement aroused me to the point of bursting. She was frustrating the fuck out of me.
“Take your top off, you’re not playing fair, Lily, at least let me see some skin.”
When I heard Lily giggle sweetly, the sound made my heart swell. I wanted to grab her and tease her to the point of pain. I loved the sounds she made when her naughty side reared its head, but I was beyond distraction and playful foreplay.
Dragging her nails down the sides of my ribcage she wiggled her ass provoking my hard bulge, and I thought my dick was going to shatter into a million pieces. I groaned loudly at the welcome carrot of comfort she offered with the increased pressure, and I arched up into her groin again as she continued to sit, still fully clothed, astride my legs and hips.
“Fuck, Lily, let me use my hands,” I growled, the frustrated tone was clear in my voice.
Biting her lip, Lily rolled her eyes; she was teasing herself as much as she was torturing me. Her tongue poked out to wet her lips, and I found myself digging my heels in and arching my hips up into her again.
“Tell you what I’ll do, Alfie. I’ll give you a choice.”
I had crossed the line, becoming annoyed as the balance between foreplay and irritation began to control me.
“A choice? What choice? Either I fuck you with your clothes on or off? Because that’s the only choice I’m interested in hearing from you right now, Lily.”
My voice was low and gruff, laced with testosterone-filled need. I knew it sounded aggressive, but she was killing me with her game.
It wasn’t that often that Lily had time to be assertive in the bedroom, or anywhere else for that matter. Control was often mine during our limited time that we shared intimately. That was why I wanted to give her this getaway. We had eight days off, and I intended to treat Lily like the princess she was. Even if it meant I’d share that time with others.
“You can have a naked blow job, or you can fuck me with my clothes on.”
Chapter 4 Delicious Dilemma
Smiling at the choice my woman was offering, I gave it due consideration while I watched the determined little jut of her chin as she smugly delivered her options. It was a delicious dilemma. I loved her mouth around me, but I also loved the buzz I got every time I eased my way inside her body. The sensation of how it felt when she held me tightly, how she bore down on me when she came, it always affected me emotionally. The connection we shared when she trembled and began to pulsate right at that moment when I took her over the edge and watched her fall apart in my arms, demolished me.
“I vote for both,” I said, chuckling as I tried to wriggle from under her to take control.
Lily quickly slapped her hands on my shoulders and pushed them back into the mattress.
“Naked blow job, or clothed fuck.” She chuckled again, and it should have sounded ridiculous.
But with her sexy London accent it sounded pretty scandalous. She didn’t wait for my answer before bending to take another greedy kiss from me. Her hips had begun to wiggle on my dick by then, so I knew she had to be torturing herself with her choice of foreplay.
Did I even have to deliberate on that? Having her suck me off would be the quickest way of feeling satisfied for a few minutes, but I knew that I’d be waiting to fuck her as soon as I recovered. Was a blow job really a choice when I could have had that deeper connection with the love of my life?
The first time I met Lily, I knew there was something special between us, something I’d never had. I couldn’t explain it, and I couldn’t quantify what it was. She’s the most stunning girl I’d ever seen and even after all that time, and all the women that had paraded themselves in front of me the world over, I could still say I feel the same. No one had ever turned my head the way she did. So, it wasn’t a choice of what I wanted, it was a compulsion.
“Do I get to choose the position if I decide we fuck? Get to use my arms to touch you? Who’s naked and who’s dressed, explain yourself, woman.”
“Of course you get to choose the position, Alfie. Blow job, no hands but me naked. Clothed fuck, you have the use of your hands and any position you want, but I’m clothed, pick your poison,” Lily confirmed, biting back a grin.
“Jesus, Lily. You’re killing me. It isn’t possible for me to fuck you with your clothes on, honey.”
“Okay, partly clothed then,” she said.
A smug little smirk twisted her mouth, and I watched her try to stifle it with a sigh. She pretended to be bored that we were still debating what we both knew we’d prefer. She was wiggling her heat over mine, so I knew she’d given herself a dilemma if I picked the blow job. And for a moment I thought about pretending to disappoint her by choosing that. Her mouth may have been telling me I had a choice, but her insistent rubbing against me said something else entirely. I had no doubt what she wanted me to pick.
“At this rate we’ll both go off the boil, Alfie. This is turning into a United Nations debate on which sexual favor you accept from another country. Foreign secretaries are being consulted as we speak. If you aren’t careful, there may be a cooling off period in case you feel pressured to accept one over another.” Lily raised an eyebrow for the umpteenth time and tried to look serious while she taunted me.
