It’s ridiculous to think there’s anything I wouldn’t want to do with her.
“
“You’ll tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable?” My hand moves down the length of her neck, trailing the skin of her chest where her blouse’s neckline dips. I linger and wait for verbal confirmation.
“I will.”
“You promise?”
“Grant.” My name has never sounded better in my life. “I trust you. Do anything you want, but please,” she moans, hips roll again, and I see stars. “Just do something.”
My hand moves again, roughly pushing the fabric of her blouse and blue color-coordinated bra—fuck, there’s something undeniably hot and so Liliana about acolor-coordinated bra—down to reveal her hard nipple and perfect breast.
I lick around the curve of her tit, nipping and sucking everywhere but the place she’s craving. I tease her for as long as I can, holding out when she threads her fingers through my hair and when I move my body fully between my legs so she can grind her pussy over the hardness of my cock like I know she needs.
I hold out for so fucking long despite wanting nothing more than to ravish her, bury my face into every part of her and show her exactly how beautiful she is.
When she throws her head back, high-pitched and desperately chanting, “Grant, please. Please. Please.” I break.
I do exactly what she asks of me; I please.
My hands need to be everywhere, touch every part of her hips and thighs while I suck harshly on her round nipple. Cherry spots start blossoming on her skin. I push her blouse up her body and throw it somewhere I hope it’ll get lost.
Kissing down the expanse of her stomach, I’m both powerless and in control moving my right hand over her damp underwear.
“You’re so wet, Lily.” Her hips move faster, rocking over the two fingers I dedicate to stroking her pussy through the cloth. “You need me, huh?”
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse, like she’s two steps away from slipping past control. I revel in it.
“Say my name again.”
“Grant.” She listens instantly, and whatever self-control I had left is used to stop myself from rutting into the couch.
I reward her for being so nice, so good, pushing the fabric out of the way and gliding a finger inside of her.
Lily throws her head back impossibly far, back arching and tits begging to be worshiped again. I almost do it, but there’s something I’m better at. Something that can satisfy my girl the way she deserves to be.
My thumb circles her clit, pressing hard into the sensitivity of it. When her hands grip the sides of the couch, I ask, “What do you need, baby?”
“I…” Chestnut eyes roll to the back of her head. I watch every detail of her reaction when I kiss up the skin of her thigh.
“Come on, Lily.” My mouth lingers at the hem of her underwear, centimeters away from her red and swollen clit. “That’s what we do, right? I work with my hands, fuck this pussy open with my fingers, and you use those words you’re so good with to tell me what you want. So tell me what you want.”
Her painted nails scratch my scalp, clawing recklessly while her hips chase me. “Mouth. On me. Please, Grant, I need it so bad.”
I’m weak everywhere. In the confines of my sweatpants, in resolve, and in the space of my heart that’s shaped to her dips and curves.
I give her exactly what she wants. Hastily moving her underwear, I let her keep the skirt and press my tongue hard on her clit. I’m weak for her.
Seconds into lapping the spots of her I’ve been craving for too fucking long, she starts squirming and groaning, another set of nails pushing my head into her pussy. My finger works in and out while she fucks my face and takes what she needs.
“Fuck, baby.” I moan against her clit, one hand pressing her hips down. “You’re so pretty like this. Fucked out and dripping onto my couch cushion. Tastes so fucking good.”
She doesn’t reply with words, her legs saying what she can’t through her whines. The backs of her knees meet my shoulders while her thighs clamp needily around my head. I think this is the closest I’ll ever get to heaven.
I add another finger and let my tongue switch between flicking her swollen clit and slipping in to taste her.
Her legs start loosening and tightening around my head erratically. I push my fingers deeper into her until I feel the spot that will make her abandon her senses. Lily starts to shake, and I know she’s too close for me to stop.
