Page 12 of Lily In The Valley
She knew it.
But tonight wasn’t about winning. We were done with the games. The incessant back and forth that’d been our friendship for years. It was time for me to show up. Time for me to prove I knew what she needed, when she needed it, even when she didn’t know how to ask for it. I knelt down, kissing the hollows of her ankles, her citrusy-sweet scent sending a pleasurable ache to my dick. Loosening the thin straps, I peppered kisses along the arches.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she gasped.
Although she kept the devilish look to her face, the fidgeting of her toes let on that I was getting to her. Again, I refused her request for an answer. My mouth was too busy feasting on the satiny-smoothness of her legs, inching my way closer and closer to the valley between her thighs, making pit stops behind each knee.
“What happened to your little friend? I’m sure she was sad to see you go.”
“You talk too much,” I murmured against the softness of her thighs, drinking in the intoxicating smell of her arousal. “Let me give you a reason to be quiet.”
Fire shot from her eyes when she looked at me. Her voice trapped in her throat, buried under the way I kissed between her breasts, unclasped her bra with one hand, and took her nipple in my mouth with the other. Softly, she cursed, her head falling back as I teased her, licking, sucking, pulling just enough to make her whimper.
I loved that sound.
Even with her body writhing beneath me, she tried to act like she was in control, like this was just sex. But with her thighs already trembling and her hands grasping through the curls of my hair, it was clear she needed something to hold onto. A life raft saving her from giving into something that was preordainedfrom the moment we shared my chips, watching theJamie Foxx Showin Ms. Sonya’s kitchen.
“Khalil…” Her voice cracked, the first undoing of the armor she wore.
I looked up. Her lips were flushed, her pupils blown. “Turn that brain off, Lily-girl,” I said, dragging my mouth down her stomach, my tongue leaving wet trails to my desired destination. “Let me back up all that shit you was talking earlier,” I said, pulling the nude thong down in one smooth motion.
“I wasn’t–”
I silenced her with my tongue.
She tasted like heaven.
Kelly bucked against my mouth as I kissed her, licked her, devoured her like I’d been starving. And I had. For her. Always her. I moved slow at first, then deeper, circling her clit just the way I knew she liked it, drawing those tight, needy sounds out of her one by one.
“This pussy sweet as fuck right now. You gon’ keep it sweet for me later,” I murmured between her precious lips, voice rough against the velvet skin. I sucked each lip in my mouth, savoring the plump sweetness, before attacking the hardened pearl.
She whimpered, her hips rising to meet my mouth. She didn’t have shit to say now. No words. Just breathy, broken sounds. Music to my ears. She came fast, sharp, her thighs locking around my head, heels burrowing in my back as she cried out my name. She tried to catch her breath, her breasts rising and falling in rapid motion. I kissed up her body, tasting her pleasure coating my lips and tongue. Her eyes met mine glazed, unguarded. She wasn’t thinking anymore.
I smiled, kissing her again. “Turn that ass over and arch that back, Lily-girl.”
She nodded, biting her lip. She kneeled in front of me, ass to the ceiling, her center spread wide, blossoming and drippingwith honey, ready for my taking. I stripped out of my clothes, watching her eyes track every movement as she peered over her shoulder, eyes filled with lust.
“I know you can arch that back better than that,” I challenged, stroking my dick. Her eyes narrowed, her lips moved to say something, but it was lost when I ran my hand down her spine, gently pushing her head into the pillows underneath.Beautiful.
I settled behind her like I belonged there. Because I did. I slid inside with a low groan. She was tight, hot.Perfect.
Kelly moaned into the pillows, clinging to my hands as I gripped her hips. I moved slow. Deep. Purposeful. This wasn’t about rushing. It was about breaking her open with every stroke.
“Keep throwing that ass back, just like that,” I said, my voice a low husk, just louder than the slaps of her ass hitting my hips, her arousal leaking down her thighs. Spurred on, she met my thrusts with urgent fervor, seeking something she knew only I could give to her. When her movements became more sporadic and uncontrolled, I knew I had her.
“Turn over, let me see that beautiful face,” I growled, pulling out. Never in my life had I seen a more exquisite human than Kelly lying before me, legs splayed wide, her center clenching, dripping for me, needy for me.
When I slid inside again, she shivered beneath me. Her moaning my name, so soft, so sensual, so desperate threatened to be my undoing. Her nails dragged down my back. Every time her hips lifted, I met her there. Every moan she let slip from her lips, I swallowed. Her arms clung to my shoulders, her hands gripping to the back of my head. As much as she said otherwise, her body couldn’t help but tell the truth.
When her walls clenched around me again, I slowed, wiping the sheen gracing her hairline with my lips.
“Khalilplease”
“I got you,” I whispered into her ear, then kissed the hollow of her neck. “Let go for me.”
She came again, this time softer, deeper. I followed seconds later, groaning into her neck, her name breaking from my lips like a vow. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I shifted us until she was lying across my chest, tucked against me like she belonged there.
Because she did.
