Page 37 of Lily In The Valley
“Oh my God,” I choked, my hips arching.
“Ummhuh. Keep them legs open. Let me make you feel good.”
And he did. He licked me like he was savoring something rare. Like I was his only need in the world. His fingers gripped my thighs, holding me in place as I writhed beneath him. Hedrew soft, slow circles around my clit with his tongue until my toes curled.
The build was maddening. He took his time, took pleasure in pulling me up into the throes of ecstasy until
“Come for me, Lily-girl.”
And I did.
My body shook. My mind blanked. And through it all, his touch never left me. His hands anchored my thighs against his face. His lips sucked the soul from me as I rode the high. When I came down, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil packet.
Always prepared.
I reach up to touch his face. “Please,” I panted, not able to say more.
He nodded, his eyes locked on mine, as he slid the condom on. “Anything for you.”
He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the couch sitting in front of the lit gas fireplace. He placed me on the couch, knees planted in the cushions, a gentle hand arching my back toward the back of the couch. He kissed my shoulder, my neck. His hand grabbed the front of my throat, turning my head to assault my mouth.
“You’ll keep that back arched for me,” he whispered against my lips, pressing his dick against the crack of my ass.
I nodded, dazed. “Yes.”
He slid in slowly, inch by inch, filling me, stretching me until I gasped.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel like heaven.”
My nails dug into the back of the couch as I steadied myself, determined not to let my backbone slip.
He rolled his hips, deep and slow, one hand braced on my shoulders. The other gripping my hip, squeezing my ass. Ilooked back and we locked eyes. His eyes never left mine as he thrust back and forth, setting a rhythm all his own.
“You feel that?” he husked. “That’s you letting me take care of you. And you’re doing so good.”
My walls fluttered around him, and he groaned again. Long, slow strokes followed deep hits into my core. I didn’t think it was anymore possible to lose myself, but here I was, taking every inch, meeting his hips with my own. Desire grew hungrier and hungrier. I couldn’t get enough. I moaned as his fingers dragged down my back.
Don’t lose that arch, Kelly.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Look at you. So soft. So fucking beautiful like this. Mine.”
“Yours,” I gasped. “Fuck, don’t stop. Please.”
He didn’t. He fucked me like he had something to prove. Like he was pouring everything he couldn’t say into the way he moved inside of me. Deep. Focused. Sure.
And when I came again–louder, wetter, messier–he whispered, “That’s it. Let it out.”
Tears clouded my eyes as my hips moved sporadically, my body trembling. He pulled me against him, my back to his chest, as he continued his assault on my pussy. Kisses peppered my temples and the few teardrops that escaped the corners of my eyes. One hand gripped firm around my stomach, the other held my jaw in place. Waves trembled inside of me, milking his dick for everything it had to offer me.
“I got you, Lily-girl,” he murmured against my ear. “Always.”
And then he followed me over the edge, groaning my name into my skin like a prayer.
We laid there for a long time afterward, tangled on the couch in silence, the fire crackling beside us. He brushed my hair from my face, cupped my jaw, and kissed me again. Soft. Tender.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. He kissed the tip of my nose. My legs trembled when he stood and scooped me into his arms again.
