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I squeal as he grabs me and tosses me on the bed. Eager or not, he takes his time stripping off my shirt and unclasping my bra.
“There’s a bit more of me to—”
He presses his hand over my mouth, effectively cutting me off. “Trust me, I noticed, pretty girl. Been dying to see every sexy inch of you again.”
Well, that settles that.
Keeping his hand over my mouth, he lowers his head to my breasts, slowly running his tongue over one nipple, then the other.
“Umph!” I lick his hand, trying to convince him to move it, although I can’t deny having him hold me down this way is intoxicating.
He pauses, his dark blue eyes finding mine, and, giving me a smug smile, releases my mouth. “Stay,” he warns, kissing a trail down my belly. At my underwear, he stops and captures my gaze again, then bows his head and catches the material between his teeth, slowly dragging them down my legs.
Z
My knees hit the carpet like I’m being robbed at fucking gunpoint. It fits, since every damn time I look at Lilly, she steals my anger.
She braces herself on her elbows and stares down at me. Slowly, I slide my hands up her calves, stopping to kiss the spots I remember make her laugh and gasp at the same time. Like the soft skin behind her knee and her velvety inner thighs.
“Z,” she whispers.
“Shh. Let me take my time.”
I’m full of it, though. I can’t wait. Can’t hold back. I throw her legs over my shoulders and dip my face down to flick my tongue over her slick heat.
Her hips shoot up. “Oh my God.”
I moan a sound of encouragement before devouring her, sucking her clit into my mouth and tasting the sweetness I’ve missed so much. She’s always been addictive. I may have tried to push her out of my memory, but this right here is why I was never successful.
No matter what I did, how long it’s been, or how many other women I used to try and take her place, Lilly’s etched in my heart, as permanent as any of the ink on my body.
Her moans and breathing speed up and I smile against her. I love going down on this woman. Love everything about her, especially the way she bucks up against my face every time I flick my tongue against her clit.
“Z,” she sighs. “So good.”
I acknowledge the praise with another lick, then raise my eyes to watch her every reaction. Her dancing years may be far behind her, but her body still ripples and twists in a sensual rhythm worthy of the dirtiest ballerina.
She tries to keep quiet, but fuck that. I keep at her until she’s moaning and digging her hands into my hair. Her back arches and she shifts, lifting her hips to give me better access.
“Good girl,” I encourage, palming her ass. This is how I want her. Completely vulnerable, giving me everything. I could lick her all night. Jerk off while I keep my tongue buried inside her slick pussy. But my cock’s getting impatient. I slip a finger inside her, seeking the spot that will have her quivering in seconds.
“Oh,” she moans. “Like that. That’s good.”
She’s still capable of speaking coherently so I’m not quite there. I change the angle and run my tongue over her clit again, finding the rhythm that makes her toes curl and her back arch. The softest scream passes her lips and her fingers curl into my hair, grabbing a fist full while she shoves her pussy against my face. Another soft scream and I glance up. She’s biting her fist and breathing hard.
When I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from her, I stand and peel off my shirt. She sits up and drops her gaze to my hands as I unbuckle my belt. Her chest expands and her hungry eyes slide over the bulge in my briefs. I palm my cock and throw a smug smile at her.
“Still a work of art, Z,” she whispers.
It’s a sweet and honest compliment and I’m momentarily struck dumb.
“Thank you, pretty girl.”
“I’m hardly a girl.”
I squint at her. “You gotta penis I should know about?”
She bursts into laughter that makes her ample tits jiggle. So fucking hot. “No, but you’re welcome to do another thorough inspection.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
To further fuck with me, she slides her hands down her belly and strokes her fingers over her glistening pussy lips.
“You’re right. You’re not a girl. You’re a damn siren.” I shove my briefs off, eager to bury my cock balls deep inside her.
“I have a terrible singing voice.” She slicks her tongue over her bottom lip and stares at my cock.
Condoms. Fuck. I unearth one from my wallet and toss it on the night stand.
“Maybe, but you’re still dangerously beautiful so it fits.” She also lured me in and made me fall for her once before. Then left me drowning in misery.
Nope. Not going there tonight.
Slipping my hands under her body, I drag her into the center of the bed. “How you feeling, Siren?”
“Like I can fly.”
That’s a good sign. “Wanna keep you feeling that way all night.”
She reaches up and palms my cheek. “You’re so sweet,” she whispers.
“Sweet.” I snort. At this point, I’m feeling anything but sweet. Savage is more accurate.
Skin. How had I forgotten how amazing her soft, warm skin feels pressed up against me? She’s soft everywhere I’m hard and I can’t stop touching her.
Her back arches, pushing her perfectly fuckable tits in my damn face. I latch onto the first one to come within range of my mouth. She hisses with pleasure and runs her fingers through my hair.
“Z, please.”
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
She answers by wrapping her legs around my hips and I’m done.
“Grab that fucking headboard and hang on tight, Lilly,” I growl the words against her ear, and she shudders.
She turns her head, finding my lips, and my fingers tangle into her hair, holding her still. That kiss fucks me so thoroughly, stealing my breath and lighting me on fire.
I thrust into her with a hard punch of my hips and her back arches. She wriggles under me, trying to adjust to the invasion.
“No.” I clamp my hands on her hips, holding her still. “Take it.” I pull back and slowly push back inside. Fuck me, Lilly’s is still the best fucking pussy I’ve ever been inside of. I need her to stay still so I don’t explode. Plus, it’s fucking hot watching her struggle, bucking her hips, trying to goad me into fucking her harder and faster.
“What’s your hurry?” I press kisses to her cheeks and eyelids, slowly picking up my pace.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
Well, doesn’t she know how to make me feel like a god. “Again?”
She opens her eyes a fraction. “Don’t be smug.”
“Show me. I want to see you come again. This time up close and personal.”
She bucks her hips up and I groan. “You were about as up close and personal as one can get before.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Fucking Lilly has always been more than sex, it’s straight-up fun.
Then we’re not talking or laughing.
I’m embarrassingly close to confessing how fucking much I love her.
I pull out and flop down next to her.
“Come on.” I slap her thigh. “Get up on my dick.”
She chuckles softly and kneels up next to me. “I’m not sure I remember how.”
How should I take that?
“It’s been a while,” she adds. The words punch me in the gut, making me feel like shit. I never thought to ask because, truthfully, I didn’t want to know who else she might have been with while we were apart. Thinking of any other man touching Lilly would likely drive me to hunt him down and murder him. Let’s face it, that probably won’t endear me to her all that much.
The number of women I’ve woken up next to in an effort to scrub Lilly from my brain makes me sick. Fuck knows I haven’t even thought about another woman since she came back, so at least there’s that.
“I have faith in you,” I say, pushing the past away and focusing on now. On us.
Then, I’m not thinking about anything other than how fucking tight, wet, and amazing she feels wrapped around my cock. I groan and squeeze my eyes shut, counting backwards, because fuck if she doesn’t have me ready to come like a virgin prospect who shoved his dick in his very first clubwhore.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m about to embarrass myself,” I mumble without opening my eyes.
She chuckles and takes my hands, placing them on her breasts.
My thumbs twitch over her diamond-hard nipples. “Not helping.”
