And then he exits.
But he’s naked, like before.
He holds a scarf, and I can barely process what this means. My head floats away as the bed rocks, as he edges near me, lifts my other hand and ties my free wrist to the headboard.
I am not as excited as before, mainly because I just freaked out.
When Lo looks back down at me, his smile fades into dark concern. “Hey, Lil…” His thumb skims my cheek. “You’re okay.” He must recognize the fear in my eyes. “I won’t ever desert you, love. Not for a goddamn moment. You’re mine to take care of, you understand?”
His words instantly fill my heart. I nod quickly. “Yes.”
“I’m going to take care of you now. I’m going to fill you so deep that you’re going to wish you could touch me, but you can’t.”Yes.“You’re going to come each time I slip in.”Yes.“You’re going to ask me to stop to catch your breath.”Yes.“I won’t.”
Please.
His hand descends to the spot between my legs, wet and ready. He spreads my legs open with his knees, and his fingers pulse inside of me. I writhe and buck up to try to meet him. But he contains me on the mattress; he softens my jagged, impatient movements with a hand to my hip.
I try to reach forward and run my fingers through his hair, but the silky scarf stops me, and the hard cuff digs into my other wrist. He dictates the position, the speed, the tempo of our love.
He replaces his fingers with his long, thick cock, so big for me, and I cry out, jerking against the restraint. He keeps my legs spread open and bends my knees. When he leans forward to kiss me, his whole cock slowly dives into me, no space to breathe.
I let out a staggered moan that turns sharp and needy. His lips hover right over my parted ones, and he rubs the sweaty hair out of my face.
In a low, husky voice, he whispers, “Every inch of me is inside of you.”
“Lo,” I cry. I want to touch him. I want to wrap my arms around his shoulders and never let go.
He doesn’t pull out or rock just yet. He stays deep, my need building fiercely. He breathes just as heavily as me, nearly kissing, nearly shifting, but he remains in this single, taunting position that has my nerves singing.
“Tell me the first thing that comes to your head,” he says.
In an aching whisper, I say, “I love you.”
His eyes graze me with sheer want. “How much do you love me?”
“So much.”
“How badly do you want me?”
“So badly,” I say with a short gasp. “Please.”
“How do I feel inside of you?”
I struggle to form words, my toes beginning to curl, my muscles spindling.
“Lily?” he says forcefully.
“…Good.” I manage to sputter.
“How good?”
I shake my head. I can’t describe. “You’re unlike anyone…” He’s my best friend. My best friend is all the way inside of me. If I think back years ago, when I wouldn’t allow myself to even fantasize about this moment, I would have died and come right there.
He slowly slips back and then slowly slips in. I shudder as soon as he fills me again. “How was that?” he asks with a growing smile. He knowsexactlyhow that was.
“I can’t…”
“You can’t what?”
