“I haven’t done anything yet. But I will.”
I take her hand and kiss her palm before placing it on my chest. She runs it slowly over my skin, down my abs, getting lower with every stroke.
Pure, raw desire hits me in the gut.
How the hell can this angel get to me like this, when I’ve lived through every kind of sexual experience a man can have?
But that’s exactly what Lilly does. Her scent, her body, her innocence—everything about her short-circuits my logic and hits me square in the lust.
Trying to block out anything that isn’t her and this attraction between us, I ease her back until her spine touches the mirror. Then I lift her thighs and plant her feet on the counter.
She’s open and vulnerable, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She looks like she’s dying of embarrassment.
I hold her chin so she’ll look at me. “Eyes on me, Lilly.”
I don’t wait for a reply. I crash my mouth onto hers, desperate for her taste.
It’s not a sweet kiss—it’s filthy and demanding, my tongue battling hers, claiming her.
One hand keeps working her nipple, while the other pulls her closer by the ass until my thick, hard cock slides between the lips of her soaked pussy.
The skin-on-skin contact hits like a jolt of electricity. We both react like we’ve been struck by lightning.
Lilly moans and writhes, maybe not even sure what she needs. But I know exactly what I want. My lips trail down her neck until I reach her hard nipple. I take it into my mouth, and she gasps, trembling.
My tongue goes to work—licking, sucking, biting softly.
I open my mouth and take her entire breast while my fingers slide down to her clit, rubbing the slick, swollen nub.
The way I devour her with my mouth contrasts the way I touch her—gentle, teasing—and soon, she melts, completely surrendering.
I like Lilly, her scent, her flavor, the feel of her . . .She’s driving me wild. She’s delicious, soft, and responsive to mytouch, and I feel my whole body burning with a need to possess her like I’ve never experienced before. Every sigh, every moan, sends my arousal skyrocketing.
“Offer your tits to my tongue, Lilly.”
“How?”
“Hold them together. Feed them to me. Both at once.”
She doesn’t move. Her face is flushed—part lust, part shyness.
“You don’t have to be a good girl with me. I’m not here to judge. We’re here for pleasure. You can ask for or do anything you want.”
“And if I don’t know what I want?”
“You’ll learn. Maybe not tonight, but you will. You’ll learn to crave it.”
She hesitates, but after a few seconds, she makes up her mind. I watch, mesmerized, as she presses her breasts together, holding them up to my mouth.
“Ask,” I command.
“Taste me, Amos. I’m yours. Do whatever you want.”
It’s not just her words—it’s her giving herself to me, giving me exactly what I need that obliterates any remaining restraint.
I suck one nipple, then the other, unable to decide which to focus on because I want them both. I lick, bite, worship. Her skin is sweet like honey. She squirms and moans, and her soaking wet pussy keeps rubbing against me.
I trail kisses down her stomach, licking her navel, and then I’m right where I want to be, between her thighs.
