She shifts, guided more by the pull between us than by thought. I press my palms lightly into her hips, urging her forward an inch, then another. Her breath catches and mine does too. The world seems to shrink to the space between us—her pulse beneath my fingers, her scent, the quiet drag of her movement as she settles her knees on either side of my head, offering me the hottest sight known to man.
Her hot, wet cunt is mere inches from my face. All that soft, pink flesh just begging to be worshipped. So I do. Hands spanning her hips, I hold tight as I urge her to sit her sweet cunt down.
“I said, ride my face. Make me eat your pussy until I’m soaked, and then I’ll pump you full of my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My cum hungry little fucktoy.” Her whimpers are my only answer, before she reaches down to spread her pussy open for me.
“Less talking, more licking,” she huffs with a hint of a whine edging her words. I look up at her big, beautiful body from beneath her pussy, raking my eyes over every single curve that drives me wild. The sight of her like this is one I can never get enough of.
Blowing gently over her pussy, I keep my eyes locked on hers as I use my grip on her hips to drag her closer, before working her hard and fast. The time for slow, for edging is long gone. If I don’t get inside her soon, I might just lose my mind.
“Fuckkk. Oh, god. Don't you dare stop.” Lily shudders and moans above me, head tossed back as she loses herself to her arousal and the feeling of my mouth on her.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl. Grind against me, give me all your weight. Suffocate me.” I encourage her, dragging my teeth across her clit before swirling my tongue around it. Drawing her clit between my lips causes her to let out a shriek and grab a hold of my face, holding me right where she needs me. As if I’d ever move when heaven is above me.
“Matt,” my name is little more than a whine, and in answer, I slip one of my hands between us, wetting it in her arousal before returning to her ass. Locking eyes with her, I slowly apply pressure, watching as her eyes flare wide and a never-ending stream of pleas drip from her lips. Taking that as permission, I keep my pressure steady until my finger slips inside her ass. All at once, she clamps down around my digits, and she grinds her hips against my face even harder.
“Please, I’m gonna… oh my God,” she moans above me, abandoning her hold on me in favour of tweaking her nipples. As Lily’s orgasm builds, I keep the pressure from my tongue and fingers steady and sure as I reach up to give her clit ring a little tug. If there’s one thing I know it’s this; nothing gets Lily off quicker than a brush of pain or skirtingthisclose to being oversensitive and case in point, in a split second she’s hurtling over the edge.
“You don’t play fair, do you?” Lily gasps, looking every inch a goddess above me, thick thighs clamped around my head, as she looks down at me. If this is the last sight I ever saw, I’d die a happy man.
“What’s not fair is how badly I need to feel your pretty pussy wrapped around my cock,” I growl, slipping my digits out of her to palm her ass between my hands. With a laugh that shoots straight to my balls, she shifts herself lower, until she’s hovering over my bare cock for the first time in way too fucking long.
“Matty.” Christ. Hearing her old nickname hits me harder than it should. I’ve craved it more than any of the kinky shit we’ve done.
The slick heat between her legs drags at me, tempting me, so close I could bury myself in her with a single thrust. My body screams for it, but I stop.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… don’t have any condoms.”
“When has that ever mattered?” Her answer comes fast, fearless, all Lily, and it makes me laugh—half from disbelief, half from the sheer need rolling through me. Every nerve in my body wants her. I want to claim her, completely, with no holding back.
“I thought you wanted to pump me full of your cum, or was that all talk?” My cock throbs between us, the lust damn near ruling me.
“Jesus Christ.”
“It’s safe, I promise. Now just… give me your cock.” She pouts, wrapping her fingers around me, three slow pumps that have my blood pounding, and my hips jerking up into her grip.
“I’m clear too,” I rasp. “I know you’ve got no reason to believe that—”
“How long has it been?”
She won’t meet my eyes, biting her bottom lip like she already knows the answer. Hell. Fucking. No.
“Lily Davis,” I growl, tilting her face up to mine. “If there’s one thing you need to believe tonight, it’s this—it’s been over a year, baby. I haven’t touched anyone since you. Distance and doubt didn’t change that. I’ve always been yours, even when I shouldn’t have been. Do you understand? It’s you and me, sweetheart. Always.”
Her eyes go wide for a heartbeat, and then something soft, vulnerable, and fiercely her flickers in their hazel depths. She swallows hard, her lips trembling, and I can feel it—the way her body’s already softening to me, to my words, to the promise she’s wanted to hear for so long.
“Matt…” she whispers, barely more than a breath, loaded with need and disbelief all at once. Her fingers tighten around me, holding me steady as she lifts her hips, and my name slips from her lips again—this time a whine—as she sinks down, burying me completely inside her.
“That’s my good fucking girl. Look at you, taking me inside that tight little cunt,” I praise her, dragging my hands up from her waist to cup her jaw, pulling her down as I sit up to meet herin the middle. Kissing her has to be in my top five—no, scratch that, top three hobbies. I could do this forever.
The little moans and whimpers spilling from her lips as she grinds against me say everything—she could do this all damn night, too.
I grab her hips, guiding her rhythm, letting her set the pace while I press my body flush against hers, feeling every slick, shivering inch of her around me. Her whines and gasps are driving me insane, and I can’t stop myself from leaning down, biting along her shoulder, marking her, claiming her.
“God, Lily… you feel so fucking perfect,” I groan, tugging her close, our bodies moving together in a chaotic, blissful rhythm. She’s trembling, hips rolling, nails digging into my back, and it only makes me thrust up into her harder, faster, savouring every shiver, every gasp, every tiny plea that escapes her lips.
“Lily,” I try warning her. “If you keep that up I’m going to come.”
