“Lily?”Every muscle locked.“What am I doing wrong?”
Tears swam in her gaze.“No one has ever kissed my scar before.”
She was crying over that?Dammit.But, “Sweets, I am going to kiss all of you.You belong to me.”
Her head moved against the pillow.“Does that mean you belong to me?”
Ah… “Yes.”He nodded.He did.He felt it.Deep inside.He’d never belonged to another person.No one had fucking wanted him tobelong.Not any of those foster houses when he’d been a kid and he’d bounced around.Not any of the group homes where the counselors had not-so-secretly feared him.Not the women who’d been too eager to fuck him because they were drawn to his money.
Lily was different.
Did he belong to her?Yes.
“Has someone ever kissed your scars?”Lily asked.
He’d had too many lovers.Could barely remember them all.And he?—
“I want to kiss your scars, Atlas.I want to kiss all of you.”
His whole body jerked.Do not come until you are inside of her.Do not come…
But those tempting words from Lily were splintering his control.
“Please,” she added in her ever-so-polite tone.Her body shifted.Her hands pushed gently against him.He realized he could probably refuse her nothing in this world.And when the woman was offering to take his dick in her mouth…
Hell, no, not gonna refuse.
So he ditched his boxers and spread out on the bed.Lily climbed over him.Began to kiss his chest.Softly.Tenderly.Hesitantly.
Her mouth pressed to his nipples.Kissed.Licked.Bit him lightly.Turned him the hell on even more.
Then…
Down.
Her soft lips brushed over his chest as she went down.A sensual press of her mouth.Gentle kisses against the old scars that he carried.
No, no.No one has ever kissed my scars.The others avoided them.Were they disgusted?Afraid?Not like I ever asked.Not like I ever cared.
No, they didn’t kiss my scars.
But Lily did.
He’d kissed hers.She kissed his.Tender touches that took away pain that had marked them both for far too long.
Only Lily wasn’t done.
She eased down his body, positioned herself between his legs.Braced one hand on each of his thighs before she lowered her mouth and put those soft, sexy lips around the head of his cock.
Fuck.He grabbed the bedding.Fisted it.
She took more of him in her mouth.Just an inch.She sucked.Licked.And then took more.Another inch.
He could hear the bedding tear in his grip.
Her head bobbed.She hadn’t taken in much of him.One hand now gripped the base of his dick.Holding him.Guiding him.The other still pressed to his thigh as she braced herself.That hot, sweet mouth sucked him, pulled him in a bit deeper.Her movements were careful and slow.Torture and heaven all at the same time.
More.Deeper.She bobbed her head, licked her tongue over the head of his cock, brought her mouth to the tip, and kissed and licked and sucked before she took him in again?—
