Chapter 14 #2
She let out a sharp exhale as we stepped into the room. I practically didn't need to turn on the lights with how brightly her irises were glowing pink.
I pushed Lily back into the room, kissing her deeply as I stripped off my clothes.
Lily breathed with excitement, her hands running along my chest with a reverence that made me feel like something worth worshipping.
She bit her lip, her fingers sinking into my waistband before she jerked them down without ceremony.
I found myself already half-ready, much to Lily's delight as her hands reached down and wrapped around me.
Though I felt the slick coolness of her bodysuit rather than her skin and found myself hungry for more.
I grabbed her wrist, and she stopped, frozen with wide, almost scared eyes. I smiled at her, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "Hands," I said softly. "I want to feel your hands on me. Not the suit."
She frowned for just a moment before a slow smirk spread across her face.
She pulled her hand back and began peeling the suit away with deliberate patience, watching me the entire time.
Whatever was written across my face must have pleased her greatly, because she drew it out slower and slower until it became an act of its own.
“You’re wonderful, you know that?” I cupped her cheek as she lovingly gazed up at me.
"Captain." She smiled, her hand now completely freed before it returned to me, warm and unhurried.
"Is this what you had in mind?" She drummed her fingers lightly before encasing me fully in her grip, the heat of her palm almost startling after the suit's cold.
She gave me a slow, languid stroke, her thumb tracing a lazy circle around the head before her palm slid back down, applying a delicious, considered pressure over every inch, as if she were memorizing me.
"Lily…" I groaned, and she just smiled at the sound, like she'd been waiting for exactly that to move forward.
Something within me stirred, and it was deeper than simply wanting Lily. I didn't just desire her. I wanted to take her apart, to make her feel everything, to hear my name in her voice until she couldn't remember any other word.
I gathered her hair in my fingers and slid them deeper, watching her face carefully for any sign that she wanted me to stop.
She didn't. If anything, her lips parted slightly in anticipation.
I tightened my grip around a lock of her hair and drew her face down to the tip.
Lily smiled like she'd been given exactly what she wanted, her tongue snaking out to curl around me before she used it to draw me slowly deeper past her pink lips, her glowing eyes locked onto mine with an intimacy that made the moment feel almost unbearably close.
"Captain," Lily moaned, before sinking deep enough that speech was no longer an option, her cheeks hollowing as the friction built between us.
I, however, was in control. At least, in this moment I was in control.
"What is it that you want?" I asked, even though she couldn't answer, as I began guiding her over me in a slow, silken rhythm.
Drool pooled at the corner of her lips, and her eyes fluttered upward as if she were savoring every second, practically an invitation.
I began to move harder and faster, pushing deep, and I threw my head back with the effort of staying composed. "That feels wonderful," I groaned.
Lily pulled back with a smile, stroking me slowly, keeping me balanced right on the edge with a precision that felt almost cruel. "Captain, what I want is to make you feel good," she purred, her voice low and warm.
"This has to be something you want, too. This isn't just about my pleasure," I told her.
Yet she seemed utterly content to play, drawing slow trails up and down in small circles that had me practically panting. Every small touch felt amplified, electric, like she knew my body better than I did.
"Lily," I groaned as she held me there, right on the precipice, her tongue coming out to lap delicately at the tip.
"Captain, you said it's not just about your pleasure, right?" she asked.
I bobbed my head in agreement to the past words.
Lily smiled and rose with a fluid grace that would have made dancers the universe over weep with envy.
She flowed to her feet in one seamless motion before turning on her heel and placing her palms on the bed, rear up, waiting.
The sight of her like that, patient and wanting, sent heat straight through me.
I wasn't exactly a Casanova in my past life, but I also wasn’t entirely inexperienced.
A primal confidence rose in me that felt older than memory, sure of itself in a way I couldn't quite explain.
I slid up behind her, hooked a finger into her bodysuit and tore it open, revealing her to me in a way that made my breath catch.
I ran a single finger through her folds, thick and honeyed, trailing between us like a secret.
I let my finger sink to the knuckle and discovered she was incredibly tight and very ready.
I smirked, running slow, gentle strokes through her, circling with a familiarity I had no right to possess yet somehow held.
"Captain," she whined, pressing back harder, and my finger slipped in all the way.
Her body suddenly softened around me in a way it hadn't before, welcoming, warm.
Lily's eyes rolled back, and she pressed hard against my hand, eyelashes fluttering, before she turned to look at me over her shoulder, with a smile that promised trouble.
She reached back and tore at her suit, revealing the soft, creamy curve of her rear.
I couldn't help myself, bringing my palm down hard enough that the sound rang off the walls.
Lily moaned and narrowed her eyes at me. "Did you like that?"
"Somehow, it doesn't feel like it's about me," I said, rubbing my palm slowly against the faint blush blooming on her skin.
"What's important is whether you liked it," Lily emphasized.
"That's not how this works." I chuckled, cupping her silken folds and driving two fingers in with a quick, precise thrust that made her mouth snap shut and her whole body shudder.
I grinned, a thought surfacing unbidden in my mind. I wanted her to feel everything. Not just this moment, but every moment after. I wanted her to come back to this memory and feel warm. I wanted her to be a customer who became a regular.
The thought stopped me cold, my hands stilling as something like wonder moved through me as I tried to figure out where that came from.
"Captain?" Lily paused, sensing the shift, and she tilted to look at me with soft, curious eyes.
I pressed a smile back into place. "I'm better at this than I realized."
She matched my smile and pressed back against me. "Then don't stop," she insisted. There was something tender underneath the want in her voice that made my chest tighten.
And though I was dimly aware that some dormant instinct of Rayden Valcrest had just surfaced in me, I found I didn't mind. I genuinely cared for Lily more than I'd expected to, more than felt entirely safe. And I wasn't willing to risk stopping now and ruining this.