Chapter 8
EIGHT
Milo
I could barely sleep last night, and it wasn’t because I was trying to cram my six-foot-four frame onto her tiny couch. Or it wasn’t entirely because of that. I just kept replaying that kiss with Lilou over and over in my head.
It was everything that I imagined it would be and so much more. In all of my fantasies, it was always me kissing her, me initiating things, but last night, she kissed me . Sure, she was tipsy, but that still has to mean something.
Right?
I hear Lilou start to move around in the bedroom, and I sit up on the couch, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I think about all that I want to say to her when I see her. I want to tell her how I feel about her, that this isn’t some fake, arranged marriage to me. That she’s it for me. I should tell her why I bought her, and I’ll need to explain why I went to such extremes.
Jeez, even my thoughts are jumbled.
The shower turns on, and a few minutes later, it turns off. I wait for Lilou to come out of her room, but it takes her a while.
Finally, the door opens, and I stand, smiling as our eyes lock.
“Morning,” I say, and she winces. “Need some tea?”
“Yes, please.”
She blushes and ducks her head, and I frown.
“How are you feeling?” I ask as I head into the kitchen to start the tea kettle for her.
“Thirsty. Embarrassed,” she admits, and I turn to face her.
“Embarrassed? About what?”
“The…” she trails off, and I shake my head.
“The kiss?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t be. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Really?” She asks, and I nod.
“Really. I liked it.”
She gapes at me, and I chuckle.
“It was a good kiss,” I tell her, and she blushes even more. “Not that I’ve had many in my life.”
“You haven’t?” She asks in shock.
“No. That was my first kiss, actually.”
“Mine too,” she says softly. “I just… I can’t believe that was your first kiss. You must have had other opportunities?”
“Sure, but I didn’t want any of those girls.”
I don’t say that I want her because it should be obvious, but I can see her trying to justify it in her head.
“I’m sorry that I took your first kiss,” she says, and I shake my head.
“I’m not. I’m glad that it was you.”
I want all of my kisses to be hers. Only hers.
“What about you?” I ask her as we take seats next to each other at the kitchen counter.
“I’m glad it was you too.”
“No, I mean, no one else that you wanted to kiss before?”
“Oh, no. I…no.”
“How is that possible? You’re gorgeous.”
Her eyes widen, and I hate that she doesn’t see or realize how perfect she is. That’s okay. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure that she realizes how amazing she is.
“My mom wasn’t exactly a great influence,” she admits, and I nod.
“You’ve mentioned before that you two aren’t that close.”
“We’re not. At all. My dad was someone that she had a one-night stand with, or that’s what she said anyway. Growing up, she was always more interested in dating or the newest man in her life than in being a mother to me.”
“I’m sorry, Lilou.”
“Yeah. She’s still like that. All she cares about is herself and her newest boyfriend.”
“And you didn’t want to be like that,” I fill in for her, and she nods.
“What about you?”
“Why haven’t I ever dated before?” I ask, and she nods. “Because of my parents. They were so in love and my dad always said that he took one look at my mom and just knew in his bones that she was it for him. I guess that I was waiting for that feeling too.”
“That’s really beautiful,” she says softly, and I smile.
“They were great.”
“How did they die?”
“Robbery. They were in a convenience store. They always bought each other cheesy Valentine’s Day cards. They’d go together and find the funniest ones and then check out and go home and write a note in them to each other. They had a whole collection.”
“And they were there when the store was robbed?”
“Yeah. The police came to my apartment and told me. I had to call Luca and break the news to him. He was away for boot camp. He ended up graduating a few days later and flying home for the funeral.”
“That must have been hard on you. Having to plan and bear all of that alone until he got back.”
“It was. It sucked.”
We’re silent for a minute, and then I clear my throat.
“Tell me something good about your childhood.”
“Something good?” She says, and when she smiles, I know that she’s remembering something.
“I have this best friend,” she starts, and I nod.
“Lymric.”
“Yeah! How’d you know that?”
“You’ve mentioned her before.”
“Oh. Yeah, anyway, Lymric is like my sister and has been since we met. We spent all of our free time together, and one summer, she came down to spend a few weeks with my grandpa and me. His apartment building had a pool, and he taught both of us to swim that year, and it was scary at first, but doing it with Lymric made it better. Some of his neighbors would sit by the edge and yell instructions at us. It was pretty funny seeing them argue over what was the best way for a beginner to learn to swim,” she says with a giggle. “My grandpa was a good teacher too. He made it fun. Then, the next summer, he took us to the beach, and we snorkeled for like a week straight. You couldn’t keep us out of the water.”
“Do you still like swimming?” I ask her, and she grins.
“Yeah, I love it. It sucks that I haven’t really been able to do much of it in the last few years.”
“We could find a place with a pool,” I offer her. “Or have one built.”
“Maybe,” she says shyly.
The kettle starts to whistle, and I stand and grab her favorite mug and a teabag.
“I can get it,” Lilou says, standing from her stool.
“I’ve got it.”
I pour the hot water into the mug and then pass the cup to her.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
We stare at each other as she takes a sip of her tea, and I have to hold back a groan as she licks a stray drop from her full bottom lip.
I can feel the sexual tension starting to grow between us, and I clear my throat as I move to take my seat next to her.
“Milo? Are you really sure that you don’t mind that I kissed you?” She asks breathlessly, and I nod, looking into her dark blue eyes.
“Yes, why?”
“Because I really want to do it again.”
I’m not sure which one of us moves first, but in the blink of an eye, we’re wrapped around each other, our lips crashing together.
Her hands are wrapped around my biceps, her soft breasts smashed up against my chest, and I groan as my fingers reflexively grip her tighter. She feels so good against me, and I love how she clings to me. My cock hardens as she wriggles against me, and I choke back a groan.
She breaks the kiss, sucking in a deep breath, and I stare down at her.
I wonder if she can feel how hard I am right now.
Her pale cheeks are a bright red color so I’m guessing that, yes, she can.
“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” I tell her, and she nods.
“I want to do it all,” she whispers, and I groan her name.
My eyes meet her bright blue ones as I take in her dark auburn hair tied up messily in a bun on top of her head, over her round cheeks, and down to her mouthwatering lips. They’re like a siren’s call, drawing me in, and I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel her lips against mine, or I swear to God I might die.
“Fuck, the things that you do to me,” I whisper before my lips claim hers again.
Her eyes flutter closed as our lips meet, but I look over her shoulder, watching in the mirror hanging by the front door as she rises up on her tiptoes, straining to get closer to me. She wants me just as badly as I want her, and it’s such a turn-on.
My eyes fall closed as I lick against the seam of her mouth, desperate to get a taste of her. She opens for me, just as greedy for me as I am for her, and I push my tongue past her lips and rub it against hers in an erotic dance. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I grip her hips tighter. I’m sure I’m going to leave bruises, and the thought of her walking around with my mark on her only gets me hotter.
Her kiss tastes like need and desire. I wonder if mine tastes the same to her. I’ve been thinking about this moment, about what she would taste like, what her lips would feel like against mine since the first second that I laid eyes on her, and it definitely lives up to my imagination. Her lips are firm but warm and pliant as they move against mine.
I swipe my tongue against her lush bottom lip, giving it a quick, playful nip, and she gasps, giving me the opening to slip my tongue into her mouth. I slip one hand up the back of her neck, cradling the back of her head and angling her mouth so that I can claim more of it with my lips. Her tongue tangles with mine, and she moans into my mouth, deepening the kiss as we press closer together.
She tastes like heaven, like peppermint toothpaste and vanilla, and I want to drown in the flavor. I never want this kiss, this moment, to end. I want to pick her up, to feel her legs wrapped around my waist. I want to rub against her there, between her thick thighs, until we both find our release.
What’s stopping me from making that fantasy a reality? She wants this, and so do I.
I break the kiss and pant down at her.
“Are you sure?” I ask her.
“Oh yeah,” she says, taking my hand and leading me towards her bedroom.
We enter her bedroom, and I glance around quickly as she closes the door behind us. There’s a dresser on one wall, next to a door that I’m assuming is a closet. Her bed is unmade, and I swallow hard as I imagine us tangled around each other in it. Her curtains are open slightly, and I can just make out the hamper overflowing in the corner and the shoes lined up next to the door.
Lilou walks over to the bed, her fingers tangling in the hem of her shirt as she watches me. It looks like her nerves are back, and I hate that she doesn’t feel confident and beautiful in her own skin. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, the girl of my dreams. How can she not see that?
“We don’t have to do anything, you know. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
“I am ready. I just… don’t know what to do,” she says quietly.
“I’ll show you,” I whisper as I step closer to her, kissing her slowly until she’s lost in us again.
I knew that Lilou was inexperienced, but I didn’t realize just how much of a turn-on I would find that. Knowing that I’ll be her first, and if I have any say in it, her last, has my cock leaking in my jeans. I’d wait forever to be with her, but now that she’s here offering herself to me there’s no way that I’m going to let the opportunity pass me by.
I reach for her shirt, and she raises her arms, helping me tug it over her head. Her arms come down quickly, covering her tits and stomach.
I grip her chin, forcing her to look up into my eyes.
“You’re gorgeous. I love your curves. These,” I say, reaching up and moving her arms away slowly so that I can cup her tits. I drag my hands down her sides and around to her ass, cupping the cheeks over the sleep shorts that she has on. “And this. All of you, every inch, it all drives me crazy.”
She blushes but licks her lips, tipping her face up to me, and I bend my head, meeting her lips halfway. My hands explore her curves as our tongues tangle, and I slowly steer her back toward her bed. Her legs hit the mattress, and I lower her down, hovering over her.
“I’m going to make this good for you,” I promise her when she finally blinks her eyes open to meet mine.
My fingers go to her shorts, and I pull them down her legs until she’s laid bare before me. My cock leaks more precum into my jeans, and I groan at the sight of her curvy body lying before me.
I come down over her, trailing kisses down her neck to her chest, where I capture one stiff bud and suck it between my lips. I flick my tongue over her nipple, cupping the large globes in my hands and holding them together so that I can go from one to the other.
I lick and suck her tits until her nipples are red and swollen and wet from my mouth. Lilou is writhing beneath me, her hair fanned out on the mattress and her hands fisting the sheets. I take all of her in.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I whisper against her as I kiss over her stomach and between her legs.
I spread her thighs wide and kneel between her legs until I’m at eye level with her pretty pussy. She’s wet and dripping for me, and I can’t wait another second to find out what she tastes like.
I lean in and bury my face in her soft folds, getting lost in the scent and taste of her. I lick up her slit, my tongue finding her stiff nub and circling the sensitive button until Lilou’s hands have stopped trying to cover herself. She grips the edge of the mattress, and I smile as I suck her clit into my mouth and roll my tongue over it until she’s crying out.
Her hips rock, and I can tell she’s close from the way her breathing has changed to little breathy moans and gasps. I bring one hand up, spreading her pussy lips. My tongue trails down to her opening, and I start to slowly thrust my tongue in and out of her snug hole while my thumb rubs tight circles over her clit. It doesn’t take long, and Lilou is screaming my name, her pussy pulsing on my tongue. I try to lick up all of her honey, not wanting to waste a drop.
I stand up, taking in her dazed, lustful expression and grin, loving that I did that to her. I pull my shirt off over my head, and I watch her eyes heat as she takes me in. My hands rest on the button of my jeans, and I give her a minute to look at me before I undo the button and push my jeans and boxers down my legs.
My hand strokes my stiff cock, and I can tell the moment that Lilou sees my size. Her eyes widen, and she lets out a gasp as she sits up all the way. Her eyes are glued to my cock, and he loves the attention, growing even more, and I keep up the steady rhythm.
“It’s huge!” She gasps, and I smirk.
“I know, but it will fit. It will feel good,” I promise her, and she looks up at me skeptically. “Are you ready for me?” I ask, praying to every god that I can think of that she doesn’t say no.
She nods, her cheeks a dark pink as she moves further back until she’s in the center of the mattress. I climb on after her, kneeling between her spread thighs and lean over her, fitting my lips against hers as my cock brushes through her wet lips. She’s still soaked from her orgasm, and I’m hoping that will be enough to stop this from hurting too much.
I keep kissing her as my cock slowly pushes through her folds, and I start to sink into her tight warmth. She gasps against my mouth as I bury the first couple of inches inside of her, and soon, I can feel her barrier against my tip. I tangle one hand in her hair while my other one comes up to play with her tits. I roll one nipple between my thumb and finger as I drive inside of her, popping her cherry and marking her as mine.
She tenses, her eyes squeezing shut, and I take a moment to let her adjust before I start to rock into her slowly. I rest my forehead against hers, willing myself not to come already. Her pussy is gripping me so tight that I can already feel my balls drawing up and tingles starting at the base of my spine.
Lilou gasps, and my eyes blink open, taking in her face as I thrust harder into her. The head of my cock drags over a certain spot inside her, and I watch as her whole body lights up at the feeling. I angle my hips, making sure to hit that spot over and over again as I work between her legs.
She’s close to coming again already, and I lean up, bringing one hand between us so that I can play with her clit while I fuck her. Her eyes almost roll back in her head at the first touch of my thumb against her sensitive bundle of nerves, and I grip her hips, pinning her to the bed.
She bucks against me, and I grip her thighs, throwing her legs up onto my shoulders and wrapping one arm around her legs as the other goes back to playing with her clit. The new angle drives my cock into her harder, deeper, and Lilou braces her hands against her headboard as I pound into her, taking her roughly. Her back arches, and she sucks in a deep breath. I reach up, covering her mouth with my hand right before she lets out a scream. Her pussy floods my cock, and I can feel my own orgasm bearing down on me. She’s so tight and hot that I can’t stop the cum from shooting out of my cock, filling her womb as I follow her over the edge.
I pull out of her slowly and collapse onto the bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into my side.
“Are you okay?” I pant, and she giggles.
“Uh-huh,” she says, just as breathless.
“Do you need anything? I can run you a bath. Or get you some pain medicine if you’re sore.”
“I’m good.”
She cuddles closer to my side, and I grin up at the ceiling. My biggest dream is coming true. I finally have my girl.
Now, I just need to tell her how I feel about her and make things between us real.
I’m about to do just that, when Lilou leans up to look down at me with a dirty grin.
“Want to do it again?” She asks me, and I smile.
“Absolutely.”
We both laugh as I roll her under me again and settle between her legs. Then we’re both moaning and lost in each other for the rest of the afternoon.