Page 127 of Lily In The Valley
She looked at me, pupils blown, lips parted, so damn beautiful I felt it in my bones. I slipped a hand between her thighs, slow, deliberate. Her breath caught. My lips ghosted over hers. “Tell me what you need, Lily-girl.”
“You,” she breathed, voice trembling. “Just you.”
“You don’t know what you do to me,” I whispered, palms finding her waist. I slid them up slowly over the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts and when I leaned to take a pebbled nipple into my mouth, she shivered. Like my mouth was the only thing that had touched her in months.
A few seconds later, I heard soft whimpers and scratches against the wall by Karter’s crate. I groaned, forehead dropping to her shoulder. “Your child is cockblocking me.”
She giggled, breathless. “He thinks you’re hurting me.”
Reluctantly, I pulled away, went to my bag and grabbed some calming CBD treats I’d picked up earlier. I knelt down to his cage, cracking the door. He sat there, ears perked up, eyes wide, tongue hanging like he wasn’t trying to ruin my night. I gave him two chews and pointed toward his bed.
“Night night, little nigga.” He huffed but padded off. I shut the door and double-checked it was locked. “Now, where were we?”
She undid my pants with shaky fingers; eyes locked on mine. “Take them off then,” I commanded, soft but firm, like she needed my permission to gain access to something that was solely hers. When I stood bare in front of her, she touched my chest again like she was memorizing the moment. When I kissed her again, it wasn’t tender. It was hungry. Possessive. Desperate.Months of tension, months of longing, all pouring out at once. Our teeth clicked, tongues fought, hands held onto whatever they could find to stay grounded. I walked her backwards to her room, to her bed, lips never leaving hers, and laid her down like something sacred. I dragged the soaked panties down and off with one hand slow, teasing her nipples with the other, each pinch brought another delicious moan from her swollen lips.
“You already wet for me?” I growled, pressing my fingers to her slit. She was drenched. “Damn, Lily-girl…all this for me?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “It’s always been for you.”
I dropped to my knees. Spread her thighs wide. Took one long lick from her entrance up to her clit. She gasped, full body twitch. Then I did it again. Sloppier. Slower. I wanted her to feel every stroke of my tongue like a confession. I buried my face between her legs, moaning into her like she was the only meal I’d had all year. Her hands fisted in my hair, grinding against my mouth like she couldn’t help it.
“That’s it. Ride my face,” I growled, sucking her clit and releasing it with a juicy smack. “Don’t hold back. Let me have it.”
She came hard, thighs shaking around my head, moaning my name like a prayer turned curse. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I licked her through it, fingers sliding inside her, curling just right. Her back arched, hands smacking the bed. Ruined.
“Too much,” she whimpered.
“No,” I said, voice thick. “Not yet. You can take it. I got you.”
When I finally pulled back, her pussy was glistening, twitching, needy. I climbed up and kissed her, slow and filthy, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me down, begging without words. I lined up at her entrance, dragging the head of my dick through her wetness, teasing. “You stay calling me Big Head…You ready?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please,” she whined.
“I want you to feel this,” I said, voice low in her ear as I pushed in slow. Her mouth dropped open, her body stretching around me, taking every inch like it belonged there. I filled her to the hilt and stayed there, buried deep, letting her adjust, letting her feel what she did to me. She was so fucking tight. So wet. So warm. It took everything in me not to come right there.
“Fuck… you feel like heaven.”
We moved together in a rhythm that didn’t start with bodies. It started with knowing. With trust. With love worn raw by time and healed with need. I rocked into her, deep and unhurried, letting her walls milk me slow. She gripped my back, hips lifting to meet every thrust, eyes locked on mine like she was looking through me.
“That’s it. Take it. Let me in.”
I flipped her over, pulled her ass up, and slammed back in with a groan. She screamed, hand flying to her mouth, and I yanked it away.
“Don’t hide. Let them hear you.”
I fucked her hard, deep strokes that made her toes curl and the bed knock the wall. She threw it back, meeting every one like she was trying to keep me. Trying to break me. I slapped her ass and she moaned louder, wetter, begging with every breath.
“You mine?” I growled, hand in her hair, yanking her head back.
“All yours,” she gasped.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Khalil.Fuck,I’m yours.”
When she came again, her whole body convulsed, walls fluttering around me, squeezing, pulling. I lost it. I drove into her one last time, deeper than I thought possible, and came with a growl that shook the room.
We collapsed together, tangled, soaked, barely breathing.
