I felt like he saw through to my very soul, like he knew more about me than I even knew myself. And yet I sensed he was right. I had never been challenged, never had to define myself. And I had never—not even close—felt the kind of roaring passion in my body that I did now.
“No one’s ever freed it,” I answered him, even as I was figuring it out myself.
He smiled, like he was almost proud of me. Then the smile turned dangerous and he said, “I will. I’m going to free all of that rolling around inside you Lily. And it will be mine.”
I drenched his fingers that were still inside me, and with one more strategic curve and stroke of those magic digits, I burst apart, shuddering and clenching. I closed my eyes, enjoying the shattering lights that burst in my head.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and I quickly obeyed. The spasms were still rolling through me, his fingers still playing. I could see my breasts shaking with each jerk, and Lucas’s eyes feasted on the movement. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled his fingers from me and wrapped both of his hands around the back of my thighs, pulling me high up onto his legs, my ass sitting on his thighs, my legs spread wide in front of his hard cock. He still didn’t remove my panties, just slid them over, wet as they were, and guided his cock to me.
I could have told him I was on the pill and he didn’t need a condom. But that would have started the discussion about pasts, and I didn’t want to have that, not yet. I wanted to imagine there was no girl before me for Lucas. Because, even though I wasn’t a virgin, and had had semi-regular sex with my boyfriend my senior year, it felt like Lucas was my first.
Besides, it was better to be extra safe, and so I was happy to have Lucas wear the condom.
He slid deep inside me, filling me up much more than his fingers had, fitting me to him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered, holding still, taking in the sense of our oneness. I tightened around him, wanting him deeper, wanting him to seep into my bones, into my soul.
“Lily,” he whispered, as if he knew what I felt, how close I needed him to be. He began to move slowly, the glide of him inside me luxurious and decadent.
He smelled like soap and laundry detergent, fresh and clean, no cologne, nothing to get in the way of…him. And arousal. I could smell the arousal on him as surely as he did mine. His skin was glistening in the sun with a fine sheen of sweat from holding back.
“Let go,” I said, and he knew what I meant. His hips bore down into me. At the angle he had me, I couldn’t reach him unless I sat up, and I was loving the feel of him over me, so I just spread my arms out over my head on the floor. The carpet was soft and dense beneath my back, and I dug my fingers into the plush fiber as Lucas began pounding into me. He sat up a bit, getting better leverage with his knees, and now my breasts were bouncing madly with each drive that he made.
“Hold them,” he grunted, and I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I grasped my tits, wishing they were Lucas’s hands. But his hands were busy gripping my hips as he plunged deeper and deeper into me.
I played with my nipples as he had, and it felt good, but not as good as his mouth had. “Pinch them,” he said. I did, and I moaned as he hit a lovely spot deep inside me. “Yes, keep doing that. Keep clenching your pussy too. Bear down on me, Lily.”
I did, summoning all my inner strength as he began pumping in a staccato rhythm that played like a beat in my head.
One of his hands slid from my hip under the panties to join his pistoning cock. He thumbed my clit, sliding and circling.
“Come again, Lily. Come again for me while I’m deep inside you.” His thumb rubbed around, wiggling, and I exploded, clenching and shaking around him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, his words barely decipherable between the roaring in my head, and his throaty voice. He tensed, and pumped again, releasing into me. Shoulders tensed, those amazing biceps flexed, he continued to stroke. The thumb eased from my clit, slid up my panties, leaving a trail of wetness on the satin. His hands eased on my hips, clasping me gently as he pushed a few last strokes inside me.
My breathing started to return to normal, making me notice just how erratic it had become.
My hands released my breasts, dropping to the floor at my sides. Spent, depleted, and oh so satisfied.
Lucas pulled out of me, and lay down next to me on his side, his hand on my tummy, just below my still-heaving breasts. He propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at me, running his hand all over me, sending shots of electricity all though my already electrified body.
I ran a leg up one of his shins and he startled a bit when I hit his knee. We both looked down and saw the beginning redness of what would most likely be a rug burn on his knees.
“I’ll probably have one on my back,” I joked, and we both smiled.
He leaned down and softly kissed me. A few more sweet kisses, then one long, deep one. When he raised his head, he said, “Then we’ll have to move it to the bed for round two.”
Still a pile of Jell-O from round one, I couldn’t wait.
Chapter15
Lucas
I didn’t believe in second chances.
And then I took a chance on Lily Spaulding.
I watchedLily as she slept. I sat in the office chair a few feet away from her. I needed to distance myself at least just a little bit. I knew it wouldn’t be for long—I just couldn’t seem to stay away from Lily. And after the past three days, I just didn’t want to even try anymore.
