Page 106 of Liberating Lily

“And for you smacking your hands down on your legs. Also, for calling yourself things like a coward, or saying that you ruin everything. Let’s see. How could we do some punishment that doesn’t involve you getting turned over my knee? Maybe I should make you write lines.”

“No!”

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“No? Hmm, what else could I do? I could deny you an orgasm, but I don’t want to do that yet. When you’re ready for sex, I want to hear you cry out in pleasure. I want to hear you scream, to see the arousal on your face, to feel you come around my fingers or my cock or on my tongue.”

Dear Lord.

She wanted that as well. She could see it in her mind. Even if she had never experienced anything like that before. She had no doubt that if anyone could make her scream in pleasure it would be this man.

With how turned on she was just by having him close, she wasn’t even sure she would survive having actual sex with him. It might be more than her poor body could take.

“How do you feel about the traffic light system?” he asked.

“I think it could work. But are you sure you’re not going to get tired of me? I mean, I won’t blame you if you do. Sometimes I’m tired of me.”

“I’m not going to get tired of you, Lily. Will you get tired of me and my bossy ways?”

“Hmm,” she teased. “Let me think about that for a moment. It’s actually a really good point.”

“You won’t,” he told her, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck again, this time applying some pressure.

Oh, dear Lord. She liked that way more than she should.

“You’re not going to get tired of me, are you, Mo bhreáthracht?”

“No,” she said, “I’m not going to get tired of you.”

“Good girl. Now, tell me how your body feels when I kiss you, Lily.”

There was no denying the command in his voice, demanding her obedience.

And, darn it, she felt all hot and bothered again.

“I feel hot, happy, and aroused,” she managed to get out.

No one would ever call her eloquent, but he seemed pleased with her reply.

“Good, because that’s exactly how I feel when you touch me.”

“You do?” she asked breathlessly.

“Oh, yeah, I do.” He leaned in. “Let me show you.”

And then his lips were on hers as he held her head still. His lips opened, and his tongue ran across the seam of her lips. A shudder ran through her, and she parted her lips to let him in.

He teased her with long, slow strokes of his tongue, worked her up and up until she was more and more aroused. Until she could barely think, barely breathe. He nipped at her bottom lip, and to her shock, that made her clit throb. Did she actually like that? A little sting of pain mixed in with the pleasure?

It was crazy, and yet she couldn’t deny that she was turned on. When he drew back, she swayed slightly. She was stuck in that dreamy place where arousal held her captive.

It took her a while to come down from that high, and he was grinning at her when she came back into reality.

“Oh, yeah, you like me kissing you.”

Like she could deny it.

“And do you like it?” she asked, almost shyly.