Chapter 9 Lily
LILY
“Come here, beautiful,” Heath says, patting the spot next to him on the couch.
I smile and sink into the cushions, sighing when he wraps an arm around my shoulders.
“How are you feeling after your shower?”
“Much better.”
We had a long-ass day in the store, but thanks to all the help, we got a good portion of the cleaning under control. I’m still processing everything Heath has done for me in the last twenty-four hours, but one thing is certain: I can’t lose him.
“Good.” Heath presses a kiss to my temple, and I can feel his lips pull into a smile. “You smell like my shampoo,” he murmurs. “I like it.”
“Feeling territorial?” I tease. Truthfully, I love the thought of Heath claiming me in any way.
Heath’s lips tickle the shell of my ear, and tendrils of pleasure pool in my core. “About you? Always.” His voice is a low rumble, and I can feel the vibrations course through my body.
“What are we going to do about that?” I question, giving him a flirty look. “Maybe there’s some way you could show both of us who I belong to?” Am I coming off as too desperate? I’ve thought about this for so long, fantasized about being with Heath since I knew what lust felt like.
Heath’s eyes flash with a dark hunger, one that tells me he wants me as much as I want him. He drags my bottom lip through his teeth and then plunges his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. His kiss is primal and needy, and I kiss him back, matching every need of his with one of my own.
“Fuck,” he rasps, breaking our kiss. His hips buck, thrusting his erection up against the side of my thigh. I shudder against his solid length, picturing what it would look like sliding between my legs.
“I want you, Heath. I want all of you.”
He grows still at my words and leans back to look at me. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Because once we start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.”
I’m sure that was meant as a warning, but it only makes me hotter for him. “I’m sure. I ache for you. I feel so empty…”
“Jesus, Lily. When you say shit like that to me, it makes me want to rip off all your clothes and tear your little pussy apart.”
My breath catches in my throat at his filthy words.
Heath groans as one hand tangles in my hair, tugging slightly to expose my neck.
His breath tickles my skin, followed by his soft lips and scratchy beard.
The combination of all three sensations has me writing against him, my desire refusing to be suppressed.
“Then why don’t you?”
His eyes darken, and he devours my lips, growling into my mouth and kissing me savagely. Heath breaks our kiss and scoops me up in his arms, carrying me through his house and up to his room.
Tossing me on the bed, I bounce twice, and then he pounces on me, nuzzling my neck. Heath rolls onto his side, facing me. He reaches out and tucks some hair behind my ear, pulling me in for a soft kiss.
“Are you sure?” he asks me again. “I never want you to regret anything between us, especially our first time together.”
“I’m sure,” I tell him. “I trust you, Heath.” I kiss him this time, pouring out everything I can’t seem to say.
The next thing I know, Heath has me on my back, and he’s looming over me. At this moment, he looks absolutely possessed, like a wild animal. Underneath it, though, I still see the way he cares for me. I know he’d never hurt me, which makes me want to unlock the beast I know he’s trying to suppress.
I lean up to kiss him again, but he pulls away. I strain my neck higher, but he pulls back farther, grinning as I pout. He gives me a chaste kiss and gets off the bed.
I follow him off the bed, about to complain, but then I see him take his shirt off, revealing his chest to me.
Yeah, he’s as delicious and sexy and absolutely chiseled as I remember.
More so, in fact. I can’t help but lick my lips as my eyes drift over the tattoos swirling over one shoulder and down his chest. Then my eyes drop lower to his six-pack, and lower still, to those two sculpted lines leading to his massive dick.
When I finally drag my eyes back up to meet his, he’s smirking at me. God, could he get any sexier? I might just pass out before we even begin.
I start to take my shirt off too, but he reaches out and stops my hands. “No way, that’s my job. Let me unwrap my little love. My perfect present.”
Heath takes my hands in his, kissing one and then the other, before lifting them above my head.
His hands slide down my arms slowly, burning a path as they go.
He cups my breasts, then keeps moving his hands down my torso until they reach the hem of my pajama shirt.
In one fluid motion, Heath slips my shirt off, the cool air hitting my bare skin and sending shivers down my spine.
My bra comes off next, and then he’s kneeling in front of me, kissing a trail down my stomach. Heath bites the waistband of my yoga pants and tugs, chuckling when I gasp. He slowly peels my pants off along with my panties, helping me step out of them one leg at a time.
I feel his hands skim up the back of my calves, my thighs, my ass, and then he pulls me forward so he can kiss my pussy. My inner muscles clench with desire, and I know he sees my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs.
“Goddamn,” he groans before leaning down and licking up my arousal. Heath dips his tongue inside my slit and then pushes me back on the bed, making me squeal.
He spreads my thighs apart and guides one leg over his shoulder, and then the other, opening me up for him. Then, Heath dives into my soaking wet cunt, making me cry out with the feeling of his hot mouth on my most private place.
Torturously slow, long waves of his tongue roll up and down inside my pussy, drawing out a lustful moan from deep inside. Just when I need more, his thumb finds my clit and rubs circles around the little ball of nerves while he continues to lick me and suck on my folds.
An index finger slides inside me with ease, then a middle finger joins as he pistons in and out of me with his muscular arm, fucking me into the bed.
He rotates his fingers and pauses to look up at me, grinning with mischief.
Then he curls his fingers up and finds some secret spot, rubbing his fingers against it and watching me tense and moan as he completely destroys me with his fingers.
“Yes, oh yes,” I cry out, unable to stop myself.
He growls into my pussy, making my clit vibrate with his voice.
Heath slides and twists and rubs my silky walls with his fingers while his tongue does wicked things to my little bundle of nerves.
He licks it, bats it around, and finally sucks it into his mouth and bites down gently, causing my orgasm to rip through me and spill all over his fingers.
I buck my hips as he sticks his tongue in my entrance, lapping up everything I’m giving him.
When I finally come back down to earth, I sink into the mattress.
Heath climbs on top of me, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand cups my face.
He presses gentle kisses all over with featherlight touches of his lips.
He tickles my forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, my mouth.
Heath strokes his tongue inside me slowly, deliberately, while his hand moves from my face and trails down my body, caressing me and setting me on fire.
I spread my legs and welcome more of his skin against mine. At some point, Heath rid himself of his pants and boxers. I feel his hot, hard cock rubbing against my most sensitive, private parts.
In a sudden surge of confidence, I push against Heath’s chest, urging him to sit up.
“Everything okay, beautiful?”
“I want to see you,” I breathe, my heart hammering in my chest.
Heath grins and stands up. I sit on the edge of the bed and take him in for the first time.
All of him. Even though I just saw his chest moments ago, I’m still surprised at how muscled and perfect he is.
And then there’s his thick, angry cock that I know is going to stretch me and break me in the most exquisite way.
I stand up and place my hands on his bare chest, loving the feeling of his warm skin and how his muscles tense and flex underneath my fingers.
Heath throws his head back and hisses out a breath. “God, your touch, Lily… It undoes me.”
I smile and continue my exploration, trailing my hands over the dips and curves of his sculpted body, followed by my tongue. I can’t explain it, but I want to taste him, his sweat, his skin, his hot release on my tongue.
I start to kneel before him, but Heath grabs my arms and pulls me up into a kiss.
“The first time I come tonight is going to be in your tight little pussy, Lily, not your mouth.”
"The first time?" I ask, half-joking, half-nervous about what all that implies.
"Mmhm," he says, nuzzling my neck and kissing me there. “Would you like to hear exactly what I’m going to do to your sexy fucking body?”
“Yes,” I whimper, his intoxicating scent wrapping around me as he whispers filthy promises into my skin.
“I knew you liked dirty talk. I took notes, you know. From the romance book you recommended.”
“Ye–yeah?” I can hardly speak without sounding like a porn star with my wanton moans.
"I'm going to make you come on my cock a few times before I empty myself deep inside you.” My clit throbs, the sweet, dull, frustrating ache growing with every dirty word from his lips.
“Then I'll lap up our mess and have you ride my face until you squirt all over me.
When you think you can't take anymore, I'll sink inside you and make us come again and again until the only thing you remember is how my fat cock feels as it rips you apart. "
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he nips at my ear and licks my pulse point. “Please do that to me. Please, Heath.”
“Jesus,” he groans, pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me again.