Chapter 35 #2
Although the kiss starts tender and reticent, it soon turns carnal. Our hips follow suit, pulsing with renewing fervor in concert with our teasing tongues.
How the fuck can she doubt how much I want her?
Her body, her sounds, her taste—everything about Lila entices me. I’m greedy for every last bit of her.
If I can’t convince her with my words, maybe I can with my actions.
Reluctantly, I break the kiss so I can change our positions to give me a view of more than her face. Rising, I kneel and sit back on my heels. My cock slips out, which feels like a crime.
Lila rises to her elbows, her heavenly thighs falling to the sides. “Where do you want me?”
In every position imaginable, and some humans haven’t even dreamed of yet.
“Look at you. So eager to please.”
One of her shoulders rises in a coy shrug. “Well, you’ve been so good to me. Seems like the least I can do.”
In the muted light, I can’t make out her blush. But I know it’s there.
“Lie down flat for me.” Hungry to touch her skin, I settle one splayed hand on top of her chest, right below her throat. Applying scant pressure, I guide her upper body onto the mattress. “That’s it. Just like that.”
My fingertips linger on the peaks of her collarbone. “Your skin is so silky. I can’t get enough of it.”
With my free hand, I grab my cock by the base and drag it through her slit. I can hear how fucking soaked she is as her juicy flesh spreads to make way for my cock with each pass. It sounds raunchy and hot.
And I want more.
I study her reaction as I glide along the seam of her pussy. Back and forth, I pulse, hitting her swollen clit at the end of each slippery stroke.
Her chest rises and falls as her breathing increases. The tip of her tongue sneaks out to moisten her lips. As much as I want to suck on that tongue, I’m enjoying teasing her too much from up here.
With the hand I kept on her throat, I caress her neck faintly, then drift down, circling my knuckles around the outside of her heavy breast. One, then the other. I return to her neck, then swoop lower again, this time switching from knuckles to my fingertips.
Languidly, I repeat the track twice more, my touch more demanding each time. She encircles my wrist with one hand. Her grip is light as a feather. She’s not attempting to hold my hand in place or guide my motions. It’s as if she wants to take part in the way I worship her.
“Do you like how I’m touching you?”
“Very much,” she admits, her voice airy and seductive.
I keep teasing her clit with my cock and study the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing sharpens. “Good. I might be here a while.”
In one long, smooth pass, I drag my flattened palm down the center of her body at a snail’s pace. She arches her back when I reach the valley of her breasts, driving her stiff nipples upward.
My tongue dances behind my teeth, twitching for a taste. Instead, I indulge in the feel of her supple skin and watch her writhe under my touch.
Lower I go, skimming over her abdomen and the swell of her stomach. The faint pink lines are like satin under my rough skin. One day, I’ll make her see her beauty the way I do.
Her patience snaps, and she releases my wrist to reach for my cock. “Get inside me,” she demands, her breathy tone insistent.
And sexy as hell.
Fuck me. Where the hell did that voice come from?
Hoping to hear it again, I taunt, “And if I don’t?”
In classic Lila style, she responds with honesty and a bit of nonsense. “No clue. I haven’t thought it through. A stern talking to? Angry letter? I never learned witchcraft, so I can put a spell on you like my ancestors would.”
Her damn personality is just as arousing as her lush body.
That’s it. I need inside her pussy again. Fuck this teasing.
“Well, somehow you did put a spell on me, you damn enchantress.”
Dropping all measures of restraint, I dive my cock deep inside her in one powerful stroke. No slow entrance this time. Fuck that too.
She screams out in surprise, but it quickly turns into a moan.
“Fuck,” I husk out. “So damn wet. And tight.” My teeth gnash as my hips start pistoning. “And mine.”
“Yes. Yours.”
There’s more of that sinful sound of her drenched pussy trying to drink me down.
My knees spread, making their way under her. Without losing the rhythm, I grab her thick thighs and pull them the rest of the way over my quads until she’s spread before me. I glance down my body and nearly come right then and there.
What a fucking view.
The sight of my rigid cock tunneling in and out of her glistening pussy. The sensual expression she wears. The bounce and jiggle of her tits and belly. The way her meaty thighs crumple under my punishing grip.
A visual feast.
Why didn’t I turn the light back on?
Next time.
She flings one hand over her head to brace herself on the headboard. I keep going, fucking her like our lives depend on it.
“So good. Just like that. Fuck yes.” Her eyes spring open as she realizes what she said, but the pleasure wipes away her shock. “That was from your cock, not the gummy,” she manages to press out before her volume spikes into a sharp whine.
A thousand quips die in the back of my throat. Words aren’t possible when my balls are drawing up with this pressing need for release. All I can do is grunt and thrash into her.
Her breathing gets choppier, and her moans spike in volume, signaling her approaching climax.
This time, I want her to bring me with her into that sweet oblivion. I release one of her hips so I can play with her clit. The pitch of her moans tells me exactly when I find it.
As tempted as I am to draw this out, I can’t hold back much longer. I work that sensitive little bundle as relentlessly as I can, letting the trembling walls of her pussy bring me to the precipice.
Out of nowhere, she slams her hand over top of mine, forcefully grinding my fingers harder against her clit. And she absolutely detonates, convulsing under me with wave after wave of her orgasm.
My balls clench as her channel spasms and locks onto my shaft. Even if I were trying to resist coming, I couldn’t.
Her pussy gives me no choice.
Grunting, I lunge forward, one hand landing on the top of my headboard. With all my might, I bury my cock into her relentlessly, pounding away until my release surges out of me. “Fuck, Lila. Fuuuck.” I come so hard it’s possible I might black out.
“My god. Reed,” she screams. Literally screams.
Her pussy floods, warmth coating every inch of my still-emptying cock. Each time I withdraw as we ride it out, more moisture drenches me.
When my hips finally subside and the quakes cease, I realize it isn’t only my cock that’s soaked.
My entire pelvis is dripping. Upper thighs too.
Holy fuck.
I made Lila squirt.
Expert pleasure level unlocked. Life goal achieved. Where’s my gold medal?
Through heaving breaths, I pull out of her pussy and study the beautiful mess. “Well, that’s new.”
Gasping, she jerks upright, her eyes travel the same path as mine. “Did I pee?”
Laughter brews in my chest, but I stifle it to avoid upsetting her. ”No, cookie. You didn’t.”
Her eyes somehow get wider. “Did you pee? Or are you a record holder for the most jizz blown in a single squirt? Do you have volcano balls?”
The laugh I was fighting erupts out of me. Pun fully intended.
She covers her mouth and mumbles through her fingers. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
I try to talk and fail three times before I can finally explain, “I’m pretty sure you squirted when you came.”
Her jaw drops, leaving her mouth comically agape. She hits me with deer-in-the-headlights eyes. “Oh nooo.”
A lascivious grin dances across my face. “Oh yes.”
After flopping onto the mattress, she hides behind a pillow and screams.
I yank the pillow away and scoot her toward me to get her off the wet spot. “Baby, princess, sweetie, gorgeous, my little cookie. Why are you upset? This is every guy’s fantasy. You just made me feel like the king of cock mountain.”
She pins me with a surprisingly harsh glower. “That’s precisely the problem.”
“Huh?”
Her expression downshifts to playful indulgence, proving her earlier mask was for show. “You’re going to be insufferable. I’ll never hear the end of this. ”
She’s not wrong.
“Since I’m never letting you go, that’s a long time for me to gloat. But I’m up to the job.”
She cups my cheek, flaying me with one of her vibrant smiles. “I have no doubt you’ll remind me of this every day.”
“Until I die,” I vow.
“Just promise that you won’t tease me about it too much for a while. I need time to recover from the instinctive embarrassment.”
I feign an understanding nod, devoid of humor. Then immediately reveal my cards. “In that case, I’m glad I couldn’t quite find the words to make a joke about enjoying milk or cream with my cookies.”
Our combined laughter mingles together, filling the room with the perfect music to match our mood.
I hope I can still hear it after reality returns tomorrow and the days that follow. Because I never want to take this song off repeat.