I stare at her, trying to burn this image of her into my brain in case I need it later.
Lilliana walks closer to me, and I shift on the couch, watching her approach.
“Did you want to see my bedroom?”She asks, and I’m on my feet before either of us can so much as blink.
“Sure.”
She blushes, and I reach out, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it reassuringly.I want to tell her that we don’t have to do anything if that’s even what’s about to happen, but before I can, she turns and pulls me after her into the room to the left of the living room.
Her bedroom is bare, with a few boxes stacked up in the closet and a suitcase open with clothes spilling out next to the closet door.
She walks over to the bed and turns to face me.There’s something different in her expression.She looks vulnerable, and I wonder if she thinks that I’m going to turn her down or reject her.
As if that would ever happen.
“Lilliana,” I breathe, and she steps towards me, pressing her body against mine.
“I want you,” she whispers, staring up at me with those green eyes of hers.
Fuck.I’ve waited so long to hear her say those words.
I close my eyes, replaying her saying them over and over in my head.
Then I dip my head and for the first time in my life, I kiss my best friend.
Her lips are soft but firm against mine, and I slip my hands into her hair, holding her in place as our lips meet over and over again.
She presses against me, and I nearly come just from feeling all of her curves against me.
“Foster,” she moans against my lips, and my fingers tighten in her hair.
I kiss her until my lips are swollen and I finally feel like I’ve made up for all of the kisses I’ve wanted to give her over the last twelve years.
Lilliana pulls back and I reluctantly let her go.When I blink my eyes open, she’s watching me, her face flushed.That damn lingerie is driving me wild, and all I want to do is tear it off and bury my tongue, fingers, and cock inside of her until she screams.
My hands slide up her sides and around until I find the clasp of her bra.She shivers, arching against me as I unhook it and slide the straps down her arms.
“Goddamn,” I groan as her tits spill free.
I drop the bra at our feet and reach for her breasts, cupping the soft mounds in my hands.They fit perfectly, and I roll the stiff peaks of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers until she gasps and arches into my touch.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, and I smirk.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I tell her.
Her head tilts back and her eyes fall to half-mast as I continue to tease her nipples between my fingers.
“Foster,” she sighs, and my cock weeps in my pants at the sound of my name coming from her lips like that.
“Love hearing you say my name,” I whisper as I bow my head and trail kisses up and down her neck.
I back us up a step and then another, until the back of her legs hits the bed, and we both go tumbling down onto the mattress.
Her fingers tug on the hem of my shirt, and I happily oblige by pulling my shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind me.Her hands are on the button of my jeans, and together, we get them undone and pull them off next.My boxers go with them, and my cock points right at where it wants to be most.
“Whoa,” she breathes, her eyes locked on my dick.
Seeing her reaction is the biggest ego boost that I’ve ever had.I try to think of something to say back to that, maybe reassure her that she can take me, but before I can, she’s reaching for me.
