She tightened but hesitated. Caught between going ahead with this or changing her mind, it was a quick, silent battle in her eyes.
Her body was already quivering in my arms. And she was wet.
So fucking wet.
My control was teetering on the edge.
“Again,” she whispered, lips parted and inches from my own.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
“But I don’t want you to stop.”
With her legs cinched high around my waist, spreading her wide open, I kept going. Obeying her every request to go harder and harder.
The bedroom door began to rattle as her pleasure-filled cries filled the room.
My legs felt like they wanted to give out, but I pushed through the ache, and pushed us to that awaiting climax that made her claw at my back.
I shelved the reservations and gave in to that raw, hot, and hard desire.
And Lily. Oh, Lily. This gorgeous fucking woman in my arms, taking every inch with staggered moans and whimpers. Each one caught in her throat.
She clung to my shoulders and dropped her head against the door, watching me through hooded eyes as her body bobbed with every thrust.
Lily didn’t just remind me how badly I enjoyed it, but also how badly I enjoyed it with her.
I kissed her throat and sucked on her skin like I was starved of sex.
She was tightening around me again, and I was seconds from release with her shoulder in my mouth. All thoughts and sense of control were lost on me, save for a steady rhythm that came as second nature. When sweat began to gather on our skin, making my grip on her thighs slip, I hooked my arms under her knees.
Ladies first.
Her body trembled. She was close.
I timed it just right, thrusting deep and staying put as her orgasm rushed through her. It made her entire body convulse, curling her toes and sending a quake through her legs as shegasped. The throb of her walls coaxed me to follow, and soon she was milking everything I had to give.
Lily rested her head on my shoulder, catching her breath while I brought her from the door. I left soft kisses on her shoulder as I went, unable to get enough of her. After the past few days, I was still looking for a distraction. I wanted to worship every inch of her.
I lay her on the covers and slowly pulled out. The gentle sigh that left her lips was a good enough sign that she was happy about what happened, despite how rough.
She tracked me with her eyes as I crawled off her, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. Beginning at her breasts, I gently took her nipple between my teeth. She moaned with a smile, pushing her chest up while she curled her fingers into the covers.
“Do we have any plans in the morning?” I asked, moving my mouth to her other breast to get more of those reactions from her.
Her hips writhed beneath me as I moved further down, arriving at her inner thigh and her hip creases when I widened her legs. I watched her face as I did, determining what she liked and what drove her wild. So far, wherever my mouth went brought her pleasure.
I slowly brushed my bottom lip over her clit. The little bud was hot to the touch.
Lily’s body quivered as she found her answer. “N-not in the morning. We do have that rage room thing in the afternoon—”
She was cut off by her own moan when I flicked my tongue over her clit, and then brought my mouth over her peach-pink pussy. I could taste her and myself as I licked her gently, aware of the tenderness while I worked to get her there again.
Her body arched off the bed as she cupped her breasts, and then slung both arms over her eyes. “Why’d you—”
I gently slid my middle finger into her, palm up, as I stroked her from the inside. Her legs knocked against my shoulders as she groaned, slapping her hands to her thighs to claw at her skin.
When I placed my thumb to her clit, barely stroking it clockwise, her hips rocked.
