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“Yeah, Lil,” I say, scooping up her hair and pressing my lips and then my teeth lightly into the sensitive skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “You’re going to be so good for me, too, aren’t you.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums out. “Tor—”
“Easy. Lie back for me.”
I push up her dress over her hips as she lies on the bed, feeling the silk pool over my hand, taking my time to kiss her—her ankle, calf, the inside of her knee, her milky thigh—all until I realize—
“Bare?” I ask, cupping her suddenly.
She groans in relief. “The dress . . . It’s—yeah . . .”
Something about her already being so incoherent when I’ve barely started to touch her sends a thrill up my spine. That, and a little boost of confidence.
“Don’t come unless I say you can.”
She whines, scrambling on her elbows to watch me. I eat her out slowly, hand to her belly, pressing down as I devour her whole. She starts to tense too soon, and I smirk into her thigh, nipping the sensitive skin.
“I said”—my eyes dart up to meet hers from between her legs—“Don’t. Come.”
I use my fingers and tongue, back and forth, over and over—but never letting her come.
“Please,” she begs, pulling at my hair. “I want you. Inside of me, please.”
Grinning like a goddamn loon, I press up and hover over her. Lily’s eyes are starry crystals in the low lamplight. I cup her face, but she turns her lips to the center of my palm, muttering her pleas into my hand. “You’re so beautiful, begging for me, doll.”
Taking off her dress entirely, I pull my own clothes off, stripping naked slow enough to watch her eyes widen as she looks at my body. She doesn’t even look at my cock—not until she’s fully satisfied in examining the ink across my skin.
And then, her mouth pops open in an O-shape, pupils dilating as she watches me touch myself. I stroke it, once, twice, watching her gaze alight as she sees me press and play with the barbells on the underside.
“Will it hurt?”
“No, Lil,” I say softly, kneeling on the bed. “But if it does, you’ll tell me to stop, won’t you.”
She nods.
“It’s been a long time,” she says, a little apprehensively as I get closer. “I haven’t—”
“What?” I curl my hand into her hair, pulling her neck up close to my mouth again.
“Haven’t done this in a while?” I go on.
“Not since you,” she whispers. My stomach flutters, and a smile blossoms. My imagination has always been a dangerous place, a playground for my anxiety and swings of self-hatred. In my darkest moments, I thought of her with someone else, with Harvard geniuses and trust fund silver spoon babies. To hear that she’s been just as devoted, just as incapable of moving on, it soothes something that’s constantly burning inside of my chest.
“Yeah, Lily?” I pull back and look into her eyes, rubbing my fingers along her silken, soft cheeks. “Me neither.”
“Never?”
“Just you.”
Her smile could feed me for a lifetime. “You and me.”
“Forever.”
Pressing her thigh open with one hand, I notch myself at her dripping pussy, slowly easing in. Slow and careful.
“You’re so big.”
It’s not a compliment; it’s nearly a complaint. I’ve stretched her until she’s impatient, clawing at my shoulders, yanking on my hair. It makes me want to grow it back out like it used to be. She’s so fucking small beneath me, body opening to take me slowly.
