“No, I’m not,” she rushes out so quickly I have to fight the urge to laugh.
Instead, I step flush with her, fisting the hair at her nape as I tilt her head back, loving the breathy squeak that flies from her lips.
“Yes, you fucking are,” I hiss, letting her see how fucking serious I am, my eyes pinning hers in place. “Let me take the ache away for you, Lily. Let me make you feel good.”
“No,” she breathes, but even as the words leave her, I feel her hips press closer to mine.
Releasing the back of her head, I don’t move away, assessing how her head remains back, her eyes still locked on mine.
She wants me.
Cupping her jaw, I run my thumb along the seam of her lips as I lean in closer, just a breath away.
“Close your eyes,” I rasp. “And just let yourself feel.”
And just like that, her lids flutter shut.
Fuuuck, she knows how to be a good girl.
I wonder if she has a praise kink.
Like last night, it’s as if she’s in a trance, under my power,doing exactly as I instruct. I don’t waste another second, leaning in and closing the distance, and finally sealing my lips to hers.
My cock stiffens painfully, but I pay it no attention as the silky feel of her lips press to mine. My fucking heart is jack hammering at the fact I am doing something I have dreamed of doing for so long that I can’t remember when it first began.
Gently, I coax her lips apart with mine, tasting hers softly, as she tastes mine. It’s fucking everything. Her breath is a little fruity and sweet, like she’s been eating strawberry cream lollies, and her lips feel warm against mine, as a little moan escapes her.
Desperate for more, I deepen the kiss, moving my lips against hers with hunger, and the moment I do, our frenzy begins.
My arms wrap around her thin waist, tugging her flush against me, and her hands come up to fist in my hair, pulling at the strands like she’s holding me in place. When our tongues meet, I nearly fucking lose it, because fuck me, Lily can kiss.
Our tongues dance, almost like they are in a battle for dominance, and that sweet fruity taste intensifies as our heated kiss turns frantic.
Moaning into each other’s mouths, Lily leaps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist, and my fingers spread over the globes of her arse, holding her tight against me. She grinds over me, her needy core against my aching cock, and we fucking buck into each other, desperate for more.
Stepping forward with her in my arms, I blindly shift, lowering her to the mattress, and the moment it meets her back and I grind my cock against her, milking another loud moan from her, it breaks the kiss.
“This isn’t right,” she breathes, even while she kisses a trail down my neck.
“It feels fucking right to me.” I slide my hand down to cup her full breast over her blouse.
“I know it does.” She nips at my trap. “But it shouldn’t.”
Fuuuck… is she a biter?
I’m not sure she knows what she just said, and I’m not going to point out that she basically admitted that it feels right. She’s not ready to accept that yet.
“Fuck, Lily.” I hiss as she hooks her ankles behind my back and grinds herself on me again.
I trail kisses down her neck this time, while one hand works the buttons of her blouse. I want to see her body. I’velongedto see it completely bare for me.
I’ve had near glimpses of a nipple here and there, and I once caught a quick glimpse of her bare arse when I snuck into her room to steal her knickers when I was about sixteen. Even yesterday I got to see those pretty pink folds.
But never have I seen her completely nude. And fuck, I crave it.
I want to see what she looks like without the barrier of clothing, splayed out on a bed ready for me to devour.
As I work the buttons, she continues to grind on me like she can’t help herself, her body taken over by desire.
