I stroke myself faster, rougher as I think how I’d lick her until she screamed. Once, then again. Two, three times. Hell, I’d lick her all night, until she was wrung out and couldn’t do any more.I’d push her limits for ecstasy further than she ever realised was possible.
She’d be soaked from coming, but tight as I slipped into her, claiming her.
I come quickly, not dragging out the pleasure. I don’t feel I deserve that, somehow. What I’m doing is wrong. So while I can’t help myself, I want it over with. I spurt into my hand and it’s good but almost painful in how it’s not what I most desire.
Lily is a drug. I need my fix of seeing her and yielding to the instincts of my body. But I crave her love.
I quietly clean up and tuck my dick away, then settle into a chair, leaning back and watching my girl.
Minutes pass, or perhaps hours.
She shifts in her sleep, and I’m jolted into full wakefulness. She winces and jerks in her sleep.
“Nnn.” Her brow pinches and it’s as though there’s a link straight to my chest. My girl is having a nightmare.
She shakes her head, and her muscles spasm. The movement pushes off the cover, and exposes her cute little lace-trimmed camisole. My heart stretches.
“Help… No. Don’t.” Her arms jerk and thrash, but unconsciously.
Red fills the edge of my vision. What. The. Fuck.
I should have made him suffer more. I wish I’d drawn it out to fucking hours and hours.
“Nggg.” She makes a sound like a sob, and though if she woke now, I’d have all manner of excuses I’d need to make, I reach out and smooth my hand over her hair.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “You’re safe.”
That soothes her for a second, then the dream is back. Her hair is unbelievably soft. It’s warm liquid silk, but I barely notice, all my concentration on Lily, and lulling her away from this nightmare.
She twitches, and turns, twisting herself in the sheets as she rolls away from me, all four limbs moving as though she’s running. But when I shift forwards and gently comb my fingers through her hair again, she leans back into it. Although the nightmare rages on in her mind.
The decision is made in an instant.
I slip onto the bed behind her.
“Shhh. I’m here.” I run my palm slowly down her upper arm. “Nothing is going to hurt you now, you’re mine.” It’s an oath.
I’ll protect her, even from myself.
Stroking her hair helps calm her more, but she’s still twisting with some unknown assailant.
Her chest heaves, and my heart echoes with the same panic as I risk everything.
It flashes through my mind that it will be impossible to explain why I’m not only in her room, but in her bed. If she wakes.
She can’t wake and it’s worth the risk if I can calm her.
I gather her into me, pressing her spine into my front, my arm slides over her shoulder to cup over her neck, then up to her head, caressing her hair. The jerking of her limbs slows.
Then her breathing evens out.
The nightmare recedes and she slips back to sleep, unconsciously nestling into me for warmth.
I exhale with relief. She didn’t wake up and now she’s resting like the innocent she is. It’s not all wrecked. I can continue to visit her in this way, and she won’t know. Gradually, I allow myself to notice her again. To appreciate the feel of her slight frame. Her curves. The way she’s soft and small where I’m hard and bulky.
A deep sensation of peace settles over me as I lie in the dark, holding my girl. My breathing slows and my heartbeat thudsheavily into my ribs, as though that organ is trying to get even closer to her.
I continue to stroke her hair, and while this is more than I thought I’d ever have with her, my body craves further intimacy.
