“You are the first that I wanted to pleasure.” Col whispered huskily. Lily thrilled at his words, and that strengthened her resolve to ask.
“We didn’t use protection, but there’s no risk of pregnancy. My last checkup was a few months ago, so I just have to ask about your status.”
“My stat—?” Col looked puzzled, but then his features cleared. “Oh! I am free of human diseases.”
“Human?”
“I mean to say, transmissible diseases.”
Lily relaxed. Sexually Transmitted Diseases, or STDs would be a stretch for his vocabulary. But he had told her what she needed to hear. Besides, most likely he would have been tested as part of his political refugee status. Not that she knew much about the process, but it seemed that staying with Simon would also mean regular health screenings and access to the best care, given his concern for staff benefits such as childcare, meals and lodging. It was a huge load off, and he seemed to sense her muscles relaxing, even as her thoughts were still churning, trying to sort themselves out.
She shouldn’t want to know about others he had been with, if he was clean. She had secrets of her own, after all. How do you tell someone that you have no business being with that you have a drug dealing ex who’s possibly hunting for you? Talk about dealbreaker. She couldn’t bear his disgust, not to mention having to stay in Simon’s mansion with him if he rejected her.
Besides, she scrambled for justification, his political refugee status could be jeopardized if he was even remotely involved with criminal activity, especially drugs. For his own good, she needed to be away from him as soon as she was able to.
But until then, she wanted to believe that she was the only one that was as special as he was making her feel. After all, or maybe especially because, this wasn’t forever. It couldn’t be. It would be the little piece of selfishness that she would allow herself. And then Col would be moving on, as she would have to, after she left.
Even though she was falling for him.
And falling a little harder as he brushed her jaw with his thumb, before cupping her face tenderly in his hands. His eyes met hers, and her lips parted.
“What other knowledge of me wouldst you have need of, before I taste your sweetness once more?”
She quelled the little stab of guilt that rippled through her. He would tell her anything, and she was holding back so much.
“Kiss me already,” she breathed. And he did, thoroughly, by lowering his mouth onto her waiting lips. He took possession, sweeping his tongue in at her invitation, her spine and legs becoming liquid in his arms.
He laid her down on the bed of grass with the stars directly overhead, surrounded by trees that sheltered them from the rest of the world.
“Lily,” he said raggedly, as his mouth blazed a hot trail down her neck, his palm reaching under her t-shirt to cup the lace-covered breast. She moaned as his thumb caressed her stiffened peak, and the thickness pressing against her seemed to lengthen at the sound.
He pushed the t-shirt off, and his hazel eyes seemed to glitter at the sight of her breasts, still encased in a bra. He moved his head down, taking her nipple into his mouth, and she moaned again as he teased it through the fabric.
“Love me, Col,” she begged, as his hand played with the other peak. She was writhing underneath him, a rising urgency at her core.
Within seconds he had the lacy bra cast aside, and she was uncaring of the blades of grass at her back, or even how her panties joined her denim skirt next to the bra. The moon shone on her naked body, her heavy-lidded eyes on him, filled with invitation.
* * *
By the Goddess, She Who Grants Abundance, this was surely divinity made womanly flesh. Col had never beheld such a sight, as his lovely Lily stretched out languidly afore him on the grass, the moon tracing each of her feminine curves.
He made rapid work of his garments, so that he too would be clad only with the nighttime air. Her eyes widened at the sight of his thickness, proudly erect as if reaching for the stars.
“Love me, Col,” she had commanded, and it would be as she wished, he would worship her with every fiber of his being.
He knelt before her, and bent to kiss her knees, before raising a creamy thigh to his mouth, and tracing his lips, tongue and teeth on the delicate skin of its interior. She shuddered, and a low moan told him that she was pleased with the contact.
He continued the path upwards, and her quivering grew in intensity as he approached her core. Her scent rose to greet him, the unique blend of a night-blooming floral and the earthiness of desire. He could not wait to taste her again, to dip his tongue into the well of her nectar. She raised her hips in invitation, and hissed as his lips met her sex.
His tongue swept along its cleft, savoring the honey as her moans filled the air. He pleasured her with his mouth, although in truth the pleasure was also his, until at last her release came, and he held her until the last wave subsided.
He drew his fingertips on the sensitive skin under her belly, and she shuddered with an aftershock of pleasure, before he moved himself over her, mindful of his weight. With one hand he positioned his tip against her entrance, and he felt her hands draw up on him, pulling him in.
With a single, smooth stroke, he entered into her velvet sheath. Goddess, this was like coming home.
And then they were moving together, in the music that they alone heard, as she moved herself to meet his rolling hips. Their joining was a timeless, sacred rite on the altar of the earth, witnessed only by the ancient trees and stars above.
He felt her release again, and this time it grabbed at him, and he could not hold back any longer. He roared with the force of it, the sound mingled with her screams of pleasure.
