Chapter 13 Lily #2
Heath sits up and grabs my hand, guiding it over my quivering pussy lips. He drags my fingers through my soaking slit, making me suck in air when I touch my clit. He grunts and uses my hand to rub furious circles over my swollen bundle of nerves.
I can’t concentrate on anything but the way my body is shrinking in on itself, becoming a tight, compact ball of pressure so dense I feel like I might just implode and cease to exist. I draw in a huge breath and feel my heart thud against my ribcage once, twice, three times, and then…
Every ounce of tension releases as my body expands and contracts in waves of shuddering bliss. I sob out my orgasm and try to escape from the intensity of it all, but Heath doesn’t let me. He holds my hand down on my clit and continues to rub up and down, side to side, and then in slow circles.
“Again. Make yourself come again, Lily.”
“Wh-what?” I stutter out, confused by his words. I can’t focus on anything except the scream caught in my throat and the unbelievable pressure building up swiftly in the pit of my stomach.
I don’t understand how it’s even possible to be at the peak of one orgasm while another is barreling toward the surface, but when it hits, all the air drains from my lungs as I let out a guttural scream.
“Jesus,” Heath mutters, pressing my fingers against my clit, keeping me right there, forcing my orgasm to reach every empty space, every muscle, every cell before it finally crests and starts to fade. He sucks my fingers, licking me clean.
Heath helps me turn around so my head is next to his and we’re on our sides, facing each other. He traces his fingertips over the curve of my hip and the dip in my waist, back and forth, while never breaking eye contact.
I sigh contentedly, then remember I left my man unsatisfied. I had the most incredible climax, but he never came. I was too wrapped up in what he was doing to me to finish him off. Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his rock-hard shaft, making him inhale sharply and dig his fingers into my hip.
“I want to give you what you just gave me,” I whisper, gently pushing on his chest with my free hand so he’s lying on his back.
“Lily,” he groans. “You give me everything just by existing.”
I smile while I climb up his massive, muscled body, straddling him and running my hands up and down his torso.
I start with teasing touches, tracing the contours of his abs, pecs, and biceps.
His muscles flex everywhere I touch, his skin heating as my pussy pulses.
He grunts when I score his flesh with my nails and rock against him, gliding my cunt up and down his thick dick.
“What if I want to give you more? What if I want more from you?” I bite my bottom lip and lift onto my knees. I hover over his intimidating cock, nestling the tip inside my dripping opening.
“Fuck, take it, dirty girl. Take what you need. Feed that greedy pussy my cock until you come all over me.”
My core clenches at his obscene words, making me tremble and suck in a breath. He can be filthy and brutal, but also unbelievably sweet and tender. In other words, he’s perfect. And I can’t believe he’s all mine.
Slowly, I ease my way down, feeling every inch of him invade me and fill me up. God, how is every single time with him so damn good? I know he feels it too when his hands rest on my hips, holding me in place when I’m finally fully seated on him.
“Love being with you like this, Lily,” he whispers, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. My pussy tightens around him, as if agreeing with his statement.
Heath flexes his hips, wedging his cock deeper inside me and making us both cry out. I grab his hands from where they are holding my hips and slide them up my body, placing them over my breasts. He takes the hint and squeezes my soft flesh, pinching my nipples.
Wrapping my fingers around his wrists, I grip him tightly, using his strength as leverage to buck my hips and grind down on him, testing to see what feels good for both of us.
I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside me that drives me straight to the edge.
I know it feels good for him, too, when he squeezes my breasts roughly and growls.
Lifting slightly, I drop back down on him, hitting that same spot.
I bounce on his cock, working us both up until we’re sweating and shaking.
I let go of his wrists and tangle my fingers in my hair, putting myself on display for my man.
He makes me feel seen and loved and so desired.
It makes me want to show myself off to him for his pleasure and my own.
“So fucking beautiful, baby girl. So fucking mine,” he growls, sliding his hands down my back to grip my ass. He squeezes and separates my cheeks while thrusting his hips, fucking up into me so hard I fall forward. I catch myself on my hands, one on either side of his head.
“Heath,” I moan as he lifts my ass and then shoves me back down on his cock. He’s so thick, so freaking long and hard, stretching me painfully, deliciously with each stroke.
My lips meet his in a frantic kiss, his teeth clashing, tongues tangling, breath choppy and uneven as we get lost in our own rhythm.
I snap my hips against his and bury my face into the side of his neck, unable to hold the weight of my head as a deep, drugging pleasure blankets and burns through me, destroying me in the best way possible.
“Jesus fucking Christ, this pussy is unreal,” he grits out.
He slides one hand up my back and fists my hair, pulling my head up and holding it in place while he devours me. Each time he hits the end of me, sparks erupt and singe my nerves. My body feels heavy, swollen, and sensitive, but my head feels like it might float away on a cloud of bliss.
I tear my mouth away from his, gulping down air while he fucks up into me in short, quick bursts. I match his movements as he spears me with his dick, over and over, breaking me apart one thrust at a time.
“Goddamn, look at us. Look at how well your tight little pussy takes my big cock.”
I tilt my head down, looking between us. A wave of juices pours out of me, covering his dick, and I whimper, loving the sight of him splitting me open.
“I can’t hold on,” I whisper, finally looking up at him. Heath’s eyes are black with lust and the need for release. “I-I can’t… I can’t…”
Something inside me snaps. I lift my hips and slam my cunt down on him, grinding and swiveling my hips, fucking him desperately, racing toward my end. I can’t stop. My body won’t let me. My hips refuse to slow down.
I hold myself up with one hand and weave the fingers of my other hand in Heath’s hair, gripping it and forcefully yanking his head up so I can kiss him. His body responds to my manic, all-consuming, obsessive need to fuck hard and fast.
I cling to him as tightly as he’s clinging to me, our bodies fusing, grinding, rubbing, causing sweet, white-hot friction to spark a fire that blazes through us both.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little girl, need you to come for me. Need it, fuck, please…” he half groans, half growls. Hearing this mountain of a man beg for me has my heart rattling around in my cage as lava floods my veins.
I need to come so badly that it scares me. I thought my last orgasm was the peak of pleasure, but the inferno threatening to swallow me whole right now is so much more intense. Flames lap at my nerves, liquid heat coursing through me, filling me up, then leaking out of my convulsing pussy.
“Let go, Lily. I’m here. I’ve got you,” Heath reassures me.
I make an undignified sound, then hold my breath, bracing myself for whatever lies on the other side of my release.
Heath bites my shoulder and hits the very end of me in one brutal thrust. Flames engulf my body, burning me up from the inside out as I come, crying out his name. Tears well up and spill out of my eyes while sweat drips down my skin.
It’s too much, yet not enough. I come again, but the ache doesn’t go away.
Instead, it expands, seizing my lungs and heart, taking control of my limbs as I tremble violently.
Heath holds me close, his hands roaming up and down my back, my ass, my thighs, pressing my body impossibly closer to his like he wants to feel my orgasm with me.
My pleasure spikes again, this time unleashing a tidal wave inside me. I’m embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can’t stop. Every ounce of strength is wrung from my bones as heaving sobs wrack my body.
“Shit, you’re squirting all over me. I feel it. Fuck, I feel it,” he grunts.
Heath holds me still as he erupts inside me. I feel his orgasm work its way through his body as he shudders against me. Thick ribbons of cum fill me and spill out, joining my release as it drips down my thighs and pools on the blanket beneath us.
I don’t know how long we’re both suspended in our combined ecstasy, but when I finally come back into my body, I’m curled into Heath’s side, my cheek pressed against his chest, right over his heart. I hear it thundering, his erratic heartbeat matching my own.
“Are you okay?” Heath murmurs, placing a sweet kiss on the crown of my head.
“Are you?”
“I’m great,” he smirks, cupping the back of my neck and drawing my face towards his. Our lips are an inch apart when he whispers, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” I barely get the words out before he closes the distance between us.
It's a slow, deep kiss, full of gratitude, love, and plans of forever. I somehow instinctively know we’ll always kiss like this when we’re done making love.
This is his promise to me. His commitment.
He’ll fuck me like we both need him to, but he’ll always treasure me.
I sigh contentedly when we break apart, then snuggle back into his side, resting my head on his shoulder. Heath rubs my back and nuzzles into the top of my head, breathing me in.
“Whatever happens next, love, I’ll be right by your side,” he murmurs.
“I meant what I said earlier today about covering the cost of damages at the store. It kind of got pushed aside after everything with Hayden, but I need you to know I want this for us. I’ll support you in any way, financially or otherwise. Will you please let me?”
“How are you so perfect?” I say with a cheesy, contented smile.
“That wasn’t an answer to my question,” Heath replies, peering down at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it,” I tease. “It’s a lot to ask, you know. Spending my life in my dream house, running a bookstore during the day, and getting tangled up with the sexiest man alive every single night.”
“Sounds like a rough life,” he murmurs, kissing my temple and then my nose.
“I’ll definitely be sacrificing a lot,” I say with a nod.
Heath grins, and I return it before kissing his nose as well.
My features turn more serious as I trace a line from his temple to his jaw, then cup his face.
“I love you, Heath. And even if I lose the store and a tornado wipes out your house, I would be perfectly happy as long as you’re with me. ”
Heath’s soft smile warms me from my head to my toes, the tears gathering in his eyes letting me know how much my words mean to him. He guides me to lie back down, tucking my head under his chin while his fingers trail up and down my spine.
We don’t have to say anything else; just being here together is enough. I know with absolute certainty that it will always be more than enough.