“Are you gonna come for me? Gonna be a good girl and come all over my face?” The words are muffled and drowned out by her moans. The cotton of my pants rubs on the cushion below me. I’ve never been harder in my fucking life.
Her hands tug my hair again and I know she’s as close as I am.
“You’re so perfect, Lily. Everything about you. Your heart, your mind, your fucking body.” Her thighs shake uncontrollably. “Let go, baby. Come for me. You deserve it.”
I can’t remember where I am or what day it is or what my name is. All I know is Liliana, her pussy fucking hard into my face, and the fact that it’s me who gets to own this moment. I earned this orgasm from her. I drink her down like it’s the last thing I’ll taste in this lifetime and let the hot pleasure run throughout my body.
My scalp throbs where she yanks on it, and I work her with my fingers while she comes. I take everything she’s willing to give me, holding onto her side when she nearly slides off the couch.
When I gather the strength to pull away from her, Lily’s breathing begins to steady. I throw my head back, slowing my racing pulse and just now feeling the giant wet spot that’s gathered on the front of my sweats.
I got off on eating Liliana out. Society says I should be embarrassed by that, but how can I feel anything but proud for giving my girl exactly what she wanted? I could come from just the thought of satisfying her for the rest of my life.
Lily is a masterpiece, satisfied and relaxed below me. Red love bites are turning crimson. It’s the most beautiful artwork I’ve ever seen.
“Oh my gosh, Grant.” She sighs. I don’t know how I’ll ever hear my name the same again, now that it’s been desperately rolled off her tongue.
I move up the side of her body, pecking her on the lips. “Good?”
“Good?” She asks, voice raised in disbelief. “I’ve never orgasmed from foreplay before. That was amazing.”
The praise, implied statement that no one has ever fucked that good and we’ve barely scratched the surface of what I wantto do to her, sends a jolt down to my cock. “Fuck, don’t say stuff like that. You’re going to make me hard again.”
She glances down, and I don’t try to hide the dark patch. I’ll own what she does to me any day. Moving onto her elbows, her hand trails over my crumpled t-shirt and to the waistband of my sweats.
Biting her lip, she asks, “Promise?”
A deep groan vibrates in the back of my throat. I want to so badly. Want to let her slip her silky hand around the base of my cock and work it until it’s me writhing and begging. It’s the only thing my body wants, and I know I’ll be fucking my fist in the shower imagining what it would be like.
But today isn’t the day. I gently grab her wrist and plant a light kiss on her pulse. “Today is about you, baby.”
“Oh.” Disappointment is shown on her face for a brief second before she tries to hide it away. “Are you sure?”
Her doe eyes make it so hard for me to hold back, but this isn’t how I want my first time being inside her to happen. Everything about Lily is special. I’ve learned that while being around her. The first time we’re together should be just as special, as planned out as she is, and equally thoughtful.
From the day I saw her in that lecture hall, she’s had my attention. But now she’s captured it, held it in her hands, and is keeping it to herself. I’m committed to her already. I want this to be more than two people fucking, or a good round of sex in between study sessions.
I want to be deserving of her, of this, before we’re fully connected. I still don’t feel like I’ve paid back my dues and given her all she deserves.
I want to do this right.
“I’m sure.” I kiss her once more before standing on shaky legs and picking her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Let’s clean you up before I make a mess of you again.”
seventeen
LILIANA
Grant isa sucker for pillow talk.
After he tenderly cleans me up in his bathroom, sends me spiraling over the edge of his sink’s countertop, then cleans me up again, he wraps me in the comforting cotton of a band t-shirt.
The sun is still shining bright through the gray curtains of his bedroom, but he tucks me into his silk bedsheets before lying next to me.
“You can stay the night, if you want,” he mumbles against the side of my neck. His arm draped across my stomach shakes when I laugh.
“It’s not even dinnertime, and you’re thinking of sleep?”
He moves back to stare at me, blinking. “Have I not tired you out yet?”
