Page 16 of Restored Dreams

“Lily,” I groan, allowing my hand to cover the firmness of one ass cheek. My eyes don’t leave the cherry as I squeeze. Her hips roll, and I lower my head. A sweet sexy scent captures my nose.

“Sugar, were you touching yourself?” My head shoots up, anticipating I’ve walked in on her getting herself off. Somehow the thought excites me, and as if I couldn’t get any harder, my dick jolts.

“No,” she whispers, her head shaking slightly for emphasis.

“Were you waiting for me?” I tease. She doesn’t answer, but her lip curves. Fuck me. I straddle her one leg, then move my hand to her other ass cheek with a growl. “I want to take a bite out of that cupcake.”

Her hips flex against the pillow, and I can’t hold back. My lips lower to suck at the inked skin, lapping at it as though I can literally taste the pink icing—sugary sweet just as I imagine her pussy tasting. With the thought, I take a sharp nip of the purple wrapper. Then I drag the tip of my tongue up the center of the design, stopping at the bright cherry to suck harder on the red skin, drawing it between my lips. I nibble as if I could take an actual bite and then swirl my tongue around the shape.

“So delicious, Lily. Sweet like sugar, just like I thought you’d be. I wonder how the rest of you tastes.” The comment elicits a deep purr as Lily hugs the pillow to her. I push up the back of her cami and return my mouth to her skin. Nipping. Sucking. Licking. I draw designs with my tongue along her spine.

“I always loved this dip.” I pull back to run a finger over the tiny valley of her lower back. Then I flatten my hand to press the remaining material upward. “Lift,” I command, and Lily does as I say, pressing up enough to allow me to raise the cami over her head. She lies back down on her side after tossing the shirt off the bed. The curve of her breast is exposed as her arm returns to the coveted pillow. Her knee remains raised, and I like her position. I kneel up to rub two hands down her back, returning to cup both the globes of her ass. I push them apart as I massage, then drag a finger under the lace that falls between them.

“Anyone been here?” I ask, holding my breath for her answer.

“No,” she whispers in the same tone as my previous question. A smile creases my lips, and I continue my exploration of her, moving to another place of pleasure. She’s wet and ready, and I slip a finger inside her easily. The angle is different, and her ass lifts a little to allow me deeper. I quickly add a second finger and watch as I slide in and out of her heat.

“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” I tease.

“Yes,” she whimpers, and I remember the unsatisfactory position I left her in earlier.

“I promise not to leave you hanging like that ever again, Lily pad.” I take the oath seriously. I will not leave her wanting for anything from me ever again. “Feels so good, sugar.”

Her hips rock back, sucking me in as she had earlier but with the new position and easier access, the pace quickens. She’s clenching around my fingers, drawing me into her and taking what she needs. Her knee presses upward as she pushes back. Her back curls and holds as she falls apart around my fingers.

“That’s it, baby.” I don’t remove my fingers as I kiss up her back. She squirms under the attention of my lips and the fullness of my fingers. “You want more, sugar?”

Her head nods, her cheek rustling the pillow under it. I remove my soaked fingers, lowering to slip my dick between the seam of her fine globes. She reacts to my thrust and presses back at me. The cotton of my shorts and the thinness of her lace doesn’t distract anything between us.

“No more barriers, Lily pad,” I warn as I rock forward, and she rolls back to counter me. Our bodies dance a moment, the movements sultry and seductive. When I can’t take it anymore, I push at the waist of my shorts, lowering them to my knees before crawling out of them. My dick is hot, hard, and ready, and when I place it between her ass, she squeezes.

“Brut,” she hesitates.

“This is our first time, Lily pad. I won’t be going anywhere you aren’t ready.” I’m not interested in that adventure tonight either. I want inside her conventionally even if our position isn’t missionary. “But I’m going in, Lily. I’m going in so deep.” I hook a finger through her lacy undies and tug until they spring free. She pushes the pillow from her chest, but her knee remains positioned near her waist, keeping herself open to me. I hold myself, dragging the throbbing tip between her wetness, coating my hot skin with her coolness.

“No barriers, Lil. I don’t have a condom, but I can go get one in the other room if you’d like. It’s been six months since I’ve been with someone.” I rush the last words because I hate bringing up these things. “But I’ve never been with the woman of my dreams, the woman I wanted to be with most.”

“No barriers,” she mutters, pushing back at me. Although I should ask, I don’t bother with the pill or any precautions on her end. It would be the responsible thing, but as she sucks my tip into her, pressing back to swallow me inside her channel, I lose all senses other than the fact I’m inside her.

“Fucking finally,” I groan, pressing to the hilt, disappearing into her as far as I can, and then I pause. Drinking in the moment, the warmth of her wrapped around me, raw and bare and everything, I bite her shoulder tenderly, then suck at the skin to soothe the sting.

“Again,” she whispers, and I repeat the motion on her other shoulder. Then I’m pulling out of her and her hand reaches back to my hip, tugging at me to reenter. And I do. I fill her while my teeth nip and my lips soothe until I can’t keep up the multiple attention. My focus all goes to the pleasure of sliding in and out of her. Deep. Wet. Willing. My position matches hers as I rest on one elbow. One leg extended between hers; the other bent at the knee behind hers. My hand cups her breast as my chest presses to her back. Her spread angle allows me to delve deep, and I blanket her as I plunge forward, increasing the pace.

“So fucking good, sugar,” I groan against her skin, growing wild and needy. I’m so close, all the blood rushing to one place. “So deep.”

I want to live inside her. I want to do this every day of my life. I want to never separate from her again. And my body says all those things as I plunge within her, setting a steady beat until I feel her squeeze.

“Lily pad?” I question but know the answer. She’s coming undone—on me, around me, over me—and I implode. Shooting off, I don’t let one drop escape as I jet forward, holding a hand at her hip to steady her while I release like I never have before and know I never will again. Only with her. I’m in my place. I’m where I always should have been. Inside only Lily.

13

Breakfast proposal

Lily

As I sit on the couch the next morning, I stare out the sliding back door at the gray day. It’s raining—sheets of rain—and I sit in the quiet peace of a gloomy day. Both my hands cup my mug of tea, and I blow softly at the steam, waiting for it to cool before I take the first sip. My lips curl of their own accord as I remember last night. Brut entering my room just before I was ready to touch myself. He’d wound me up all day—first surfing, then while making cupcakes—and I needed a release like I’ve never needed anything before. I wasn’t typically a fan of doggy-style sex, but I’d take sex any way I could with Brut. I was ready to beg.

My smile grows as I realize I didn’t need to take such desperate measures. Brut took me willingly, and I loved every second of it. I always imagined sex with him would be heavenly, and he did not disappoint. Actually, he destroyed me for all other men. No man would stand a chance compared to how I felt after last night. Warm. Tingly. Pleased.