I won’t though. There’s a very real chance if I take it that far tonight, she will freak out afterwards and I’ll never get this close to her again.
No. I need to make her feel in control of this situation, even though she’s trying to fight the way she feels. Trying to deny to both of us how much sheachesfor me.
“I’ll tell you what.” I take a small step back. “Since we both know you’re not going to let me touch you tonight, and that the moment I step away you’re going to rush off to your room and rub your swollen clit instead of letting me do it, I think you should just do that here.”
“What?” she whisper-squeaks as her copper brows furrow, and I grin.
“Why not just do it here?” I point two fingers towards her pelvis, watching how she bites her lip as her eyes follow my fingers like she’s desperate to feel them. “Slip your hand between your legs right here and do the job we both know you’re going to do, anyway. Come in your knickers right here, and then give them to me so I can at least smell you when I fist my cock in the bathroom.”
She whimpers again, the sound making my cock jerk and more pre-cum beads on my tip.
Has she never been spoken to this way? Has no man everbeen honest with what they want for her? From her? Or maybe it’s because it’s coming from me, the boy she helped raise.
“Just close your eyes, Lily,” I whisper. “Pretend I’m not here, or pretend I’m someone else.”
Her lids flutter like she’s trying to fight the urge, but then they fall shut, and my heart flips in my fucking chest.
Fuck yes!
I thought it would be harder, but right now, she doesn’t seem to be in control of her actions. It’s like she’s someone else.
“That’s it,” I say softly, coaxing her. “Now slide your hand down between those milky thighs.” I keep my voice low, scared if I speak too loudly, I’ll snap her out of this trance she seems to be in.
She hesitates, and I momentarily think she’s going to bail, but a second later, Lily slides her hand over the light fabric of her skirt before gripping it and bunching it up enough to slip her hand underneath.
I nearly come from sheer fucking excitement.
I can’t believe she’s actually doing this, but then again, I always knew there was another side to Lily. A side her ex-husband never saw. Probably because that prissy fuck wouldn’t know how to truly please a woman like Lily. I bet that twat was all about himself in the bedroom, like he is in everyday life. I have no idea how she put up with him for so long.
A low, husky moan falls from Lily’s lips as she rests back against the fridge, her eyes still closed as her hand starts to move under her skirt.
“That’s it. Make yourself feel good,” I whisper, and she bites her lower lip again, her nostrils flaring as her hand moves faster.
Falling to my knees before her, I lower myself enough to be eye level with her hidden pussy, absentmindedly running the heel of my palm over my straining cock.
Glancing up, I check to see if she’s watching me, but her lids are still shut tight, and while she rubs circles over her knicker-clad clit, I reach out and slowly lift the fabric of her skirt hanging in the way of the show I ache to see.
I suck in a deep breath as I finally get a glimpse of her wet, pale pink knickers and how transparent they are in this state.
I’m so tempted to lean forward, press my nose to her and breathe her in. Feel the wetness over my skin and add to it by running my tongue over the fabric where she aches the most.
Fuuuuck. I’m desperate to taste her, but I don’t want to scare her off, so I stay back, watching as her pace increases.
“Yes, Lil,” I encourage. “Make yourself come.”
She whimpers loudly then, her lips parting as her face contorts and her fingers move so fast over her mound that I almost come from the sight of it. She cries out, a sound I’ve longed to hear fall from her lips ever since I knew what an orgasm was, and, fuck, it’s beautiful.
She bucks, thrusting her hips against her hand, and her legs start quivering as she rides each wave of her climax until her cries slowly fall silent and her body falls still.
All I can hear now are her panting breaths as they fill the silence, and I watch her chest rising and falling quickly as she tries to recover.
I can’t fucking move, kneeling on the floor before her. I’m fucking awestruck by this seductress before me.
Slowly, her lids flutter open, and I prepare for her panic now that her lust has subsided. But it never comes.
With lazy eyes, she stares down at me, taking in where I kneel on the floor before her, my arms outstretched as I hold her skirt out of the way so I can see what she hides under the fabric.
“Take your knickers off,” I demand softly, hoping she won’t freak out yet.
