I do as he demands once again. Then he rests each of my thighs on his shoulders before not wasting any time and slipping two fingers inside me.
“You’re so fucking wet already, Lily. Just imagine how wet you’ll be after I’m done devouring every drop of this.”
All I can manage is a whimper as he uses his other hand to expose my clit to his intense and admiring gaze. I lose sight of his face as he ducks down and runs his tongue over my exposed nerves, the blankets partially covering his head from where they’re resting across my lap. I tilt my head back with a moan, letting the sensations of his fingers and mouth mingle with the slight rock of the swing to create a slight out-of-body experience.
He does exactly what he said he’d do and eats me like he’s starving and I’m a five-course meal. At first, I tried tokeep any sounds I made quiet, but as the minutes tick by, I care less and less if anyone hears us. Everything feels too good to care.
When Chris sucks my clit hard, I let out a gasping moan. “Chris, I’m going to come.”
Another suck. “Yes, baby, please. Come on my face.”
One minute is all it takes before my muscles contract and we both moan through my orgasm. After the burst of sensation subsides, I sit up to find Chris with a cocky grin still between my thighs. He shifts back to pull the blankets back over my bare legs, and I can’t help but notice the considerable bulge in the front of his sweatpants.
“Stand up.” It’s my turn to tell him what to do.
His grin widens. “Oh, I think I love it when you boss me around.”
Rolling my eyes with a grin, we both stand. I place my hand on his chest, urging him backwards until his back is against the railing, and he’s watching me curiously, waiting for my next move. As I start to sink down to my knees, his hands grip my biceps.
I frown up at him. “Chris, I want to do this. Don’t stop me.”
His chuckle is thick with arousal. “Trust me, baby. I might die if this doesn’t happen, so I’m not stopping you. But you cannot kneel on this deck.”
He shifts me to the side and grabs the cushion from the swing. Resuming the position, he drops it in front of him.
I beam up at him. “Thank you, that was very sweet.”
He dips his chin in a nod as he holds my hands, helping steady me as I kneel at his feet. I grip the top of his sweatpants, pulling them down just enough so that his dick is free. Excited for my first taste of him, I run my tongue over the tip dripping with pre-cum.
Chris lets out a deep groan that hits me in my core, as if I didn’t have one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had just minutes ago. His fingers slip into my hair at the back of my head. He doesn’t make a move to control my motions. His fingertips simply massage my scalp as I run my tongue over his length. Loving the way he tastes, I suck his tip into my mouth before letting him slip to the back of my throat.
With a groan, Chris bucks his hips slightly, causing me to gag.
“Shit, sorry, baby,” he bites out through gritted teeth.
I don’t remove him from my mouth to answer verbally, but I grip his hips and force him to the back of my throat again as I fight against my gag reflex this time to take him even deeper.
“Fuuuck,” he draws out as he shifts his hips to match my movements.
I hold on to one of his thighs for balance as I stroke his shaft for added sensation, which has his moans getting louder and more baritone as his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Lily, baby, I’m going to come down your throat if you don’t stop.” His voice is strained with desire, and it’s evident just how close he is by how he’s throbbing between my lips.
Wanting to taste him just as much as he tasted me, my answer to him is sucking him harder into my mouth, swallowing around his tip. With that, he releases into my mouth with a roar that echoes through the trees.
I let him go with a pop as I sit back on my feet and catch my breath. Chris pulls up his sweatpants and kneels in front of me. With a grip on the back of my head, he pulls me in for a kiss. The mixture of our arousals have me panting for more by the time he breaks away.
He brushes hair off from my cheeks with a satisfied grinon his handsome face. “Lily, you’re perfect. I hope you know that.”
My heart shatters at his words. How could he know that? How could he believe that?
Because he doesn’t know thereal you. If he did, he’d feel differently.
His story from yesterday has weighed heavily on me. Will he hate me when he hears the truth? What will he think of me? How can I ever be a person he could love? Because I know I’m absolutely in love with him. This weekend has solidified it.
A strangled sob leaves my mouth, and his face falls. He stands, taking me with him to the porch swing. If it wasn’t for his hold, I’d collapse right where I stand. He sits and pulls me down next to him, gathering me in his arms. I don’t even feel the cold as the truth comes crashing down around me.
“Baby, Lily, please tell me what’s going through that beautiful head of yours,” he coos into my hair.
