Page 36 of Lily In The Valley
“You been carrying the weight of the world in this ass right here,” he said, dragging his palms down, sliding the bikini bottoms I wore with them.
“I don’t know how to turn it off,” I admitted, my eyes fluttering shut.
He leaned down, his lips brushing just behind my ear. “Good thing you don’t have to. You just have to listen.”
“To what?”
“To me.”
My stomach flipped. “Khalil?—”
“Shh.” He dragged his hands over my arms, his thumbs grazing the sides of my breasts. I arched toward his touch without meaning to.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispered, his lips grazing the nape of my neck. The warmth of his chest tingled against my back. His fingers pulled free the strings of my top. “So soft, So damn beautiful like this.”
The sheet now covered nothing, as if it would’ve mattered. I was naked in every way that counted. Emotionally exposed, skin humming, pulsing in my ears.
“Let me see you.”
I turned over without speaking. The sheet fell to the floor with a soft swish. My breasts peeked against the cool air dancing in the desert night. Khalil’s eyes darkened, trailing slowly from my eyes to my throat to my navel, like he was mapping every place he planned to touch with his mouth.
“I don’t know why you like hiding all this softness,” he murmured, hovering over me, his body heat blanketing mine. “Listen to me clearly, Lily-girl. Softness looks good on you.”
He bent down and kissed me, and I moaned into it–hungry, needy. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It was deep, greedy. His tongue swept into my mouth, coaxing and claiming at the same time.
I reached for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Ask me.”
I blinked up at him, breathless. “What?”
“Ask me to touch you.”
My pride flared with the arch of my brow, but my body had other plans. She was aching, every inch pulsing with need. And he knew it. He was teaching me how to say what I wanted without apology.
“Touch me,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Where?” he asked, licking his lips, the tips of his fingers tapping up my stomach.
“Khalil.” I rolled my eyes.Always the games. “Everywhere. Fuck.”
He smiled like I’d just passed a test.
“Good girl.”
I was ashamed to admit the praise hit like lightening. I was a college-educated woman. A doctor for Christ’s sake. But dammit if him telling me I did good didn’t make me want him even more.
His hands slid down my sides, then lower, skimming the crease of my thighs as he lowered toward them. He kissed a slow trail down my stomach, his voice rough as he spoke against my skin. I pulled up on my elbows. Khalil kneaded my inner thighs, blowing gently against my sex. Lust pooled in his eyes.
“You’re so perfect.”
He kissed the tops of my knees, then higher.
“Let me see that pretty pussy.”
I spread my legs, my knees hanging over the edges of the massage table. My heart raced as I stayed trapped in his reverent gaze; lost in whatever spell he’d conjured on me. The way he bit his bottom lip was sexy and sinister.
His hands trailed up to the juncture between my thighs, rubbing gently, stirring the molten lava swirling in my core. His mouth followed his hands, and when he tasted me, it wasn’t tentative. He worshipped me as his soft lips lapped up the desire dripping from my lips.
