I kept my voice low as I murmured against her skin. “Do you wanna ride my fingers or cock tonight?”
Lily moaned softly, dropping her head back as I slowly eased my fingers further, coaxing the answer from her with every soft stroke until she finally sighed. The words barely a breath from her parted lips. “Your cock. I want to ride your cock.”
I smiled lazily against her skin, bringing my hands back to her thighs. My jeans had become unbearably tight. “You know where it is.”
Lily’s mouth found mine again as her touch traveled across the plains of my body, going straight down. My stomach tightened as she reached the zip of my jeans. Just as quickly as she removed her shorts, she popped open the button and pulled the zipper down. Easing the strain before she tugged my briefs down too.
She pulled away from the kiss, resting her forehead on mine as she looked down. With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she lightly trailed her fingertip up my shaft, following one of the thicker veins to the tip.
I inhaled sharply, twitching against her touch, and then released a heavy grunt when she palmed it against my stomach.
“Uh, fuck,” I groaned, rolling my hips into her hand, jostling her body with my thighs, along with her satin pajama top. The front slipped open to reveal her breasts beneath before she brought her mouth to my throat, grazing her teeth and tongue across my skin as she curled her hand around the tip of my cock.
Realization struck me like someone threw cold water in my face. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
“Okay. Are you tested?” she asked breathlessly, hand slowly sliding down the shaft.
I grunted quietly. “I am. But that’s not exactly what I’m worried about.” I looked at her stomach, so flat and smooth. “I like you, Lily, but I don’t think I’m ready for fatherhood just yet.”
“I’m on birth control.”
I didn’t mean to seem shocked by this and didn’t know why I was. We had slept together a couple of times already, each time with a condom. Of course, she would consider birth control. But my brow shot up regardless. Though that might’ve been because her hand was still wrapped loosely around my dick, affecting my ability to control my expressions.
“I used to get really bad cramps— But that doesn’t matter right now,” she laughed breathlessly, removing her hand.
I cleared my throat. “So, you’re okay with me—”
“Yes,” she nodded. "I want you to."
"Really?" I held her ass and dragged her forward, right up against me.
Her gaze grew heavy as she rolled her hips, nodding again. "Mhm."
She rose on her knees, maintaining eye contact and inhaling softly as she aligned her body with mine. The second she was on the tip, I steadily pulled her down, burying myself deep within her soft, hot walls as she hugged my cock. Tightened around it.
The slow thrust dislodged a moan from her before I cupped a hand over her mouth. Her body quaked and her face was flushed.
“You okay?” I half smiled. A little breathless as she thrummed around me, the fit snug.
Her eyes only rolled back in pleasure as she nodded against my hand, slowly grinding against me, shifting the pressure around me. I removed my hand from over her mouth, finding her lips still parted.
It felt perfect. All of it.
She cupped my face in her hands, kissing me as I moved us further up the bed. One arm was around her waist to hold her in place, while the other was braced on the mattress. The movement rolled my pants further down my thighs, but I couldn’t be bothered leaving the bed to remove them. So halfway down my legs it was as Lily remained seated on my hips. Her own shirt hung loose, and open, from her shoulders.
I lay down first, and when she didn’t come down soon enough, I thrust up, bumping her forward so she lay on top of me, her arms on either side of my head. The pain that radiated from my bruised ribs was an afterthought, and somehow made fucking her ten times better. I found pleasure in that pain, sucking in a breath when her body pressed down onto mine and she kissed me.
My hands splayed on her back and smoothed out over her skin in different directions. One came to the back of her head, bunching her shirt in the process, the other skimming down over her ass to touch where we were joined.
She breathed out heavily onto my lips, moaning softly when she rolled her hips. Sliding herself on and off me before she pushed herself up from my chest, settling down around me once again. Her pajama top slid down from one shoulder as she straightened her spine and began riding me with deep, slow, tantalizing rolls. Gently curling her nails into my chest, she closed her eyes.
My sweet Lily.
She was exploring how this felt (being on top for the first time), and I was completely okay with laying back and letting her go to town. If riding me like this was how she wanted it, then so be it. Even if I was fighting every urge in my body to flip her over.
My fingers dug into her ass as she ground a little harder. I couldn't decide where I wanted to look the most; where we were joined (where I was ready to fucking burst) or her face. Her beautiful fucking face.
“Fuck, Lily,” I hissed.
