Chapter 14 #3
Even if some part of my brain knew way too much about sex in this moment. I’d tap it and make Lily moan, because that’s what I wanted.
I drove my fingers back in, leaning into that certainty, and she gasped and writhed beneath me.
Lily began coming alive in a way that felt like a privilege to witness. Her neck stretched long, and her lips parted in a silent plea, her whole body a single, eloquent request.
I wasn't about to disappoint. I drew my fingers slowly through her folds, letting the slick heat of her coat my fingers before finally gracing that pearl of pleasure with the lightest, most deliberate touch that was just enough to pull a soft gasp from her lips.
I kept the pressure steady and patient, working her higher and higher until she was fully panting, until the only word she seemed to have left was my name.
"Captain. Captain. Oh, Captain!" Each repetition grew more urgent, more undone, and I felt something fierce and proud bloom in my chest as I drew out her desire until she let out a keening cry. She shuddered onto my hand and collapsed into the bed with her whole body trembling.
"Captain—" She turned, trying to gather herself, but I caught her hips and pressed her firmly back down. She blinked up at me, momentarily stunned, and I couldn't help but step back for just a moment to look at her. She was flushed, breathless, and beautiful.
"Wait, Captain," she said. "You didn't—" she started, but I ran my hand slowly over her rear and rolled her hip, hooking my fingers to pull her into exactly the angle I wanted.
"Oh, Lily." I leaned close enough that she could feel the warmth of my breath. "You don't understand. We're just getting started."
I pressed into her, and she let out a strangled, warbling cry. It was high and sweet as I began to stroke in and out at a slow, measured pace.
"My captain," she breathed. "My captain is inside of me.
" She moaned it like a prayer and slammed her hips back into mine, grinding in a desperate circular motion before I pulled back.
She twisted to look at me, and I drove home as hard as I could.
She gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets, and I felt deeply, privately satisfied as I found my rhythm.
"No," Lily groaned, "I'm supposed to be the one pleasing you."
"Too bad." I held her hips firmly, that soaring confidence carrying me forward as every small signal from her body registered with crystalline clarity.
I watched the way she tilted her hips when she wanted a different angle, the small catch in her breath that told me I'd found exactly the right spot.
I adjusted without thinking, as if some part of me had always known how to read her.
Lily came again beneath me, fast and fierce, and I flipped her sideways, lifting her heel to my shoulder and pressing forward with renewed intent. She looked up at me with dazed, luminous eyes. "But I'm the predator," she murmured.
I bent down, stretching her wide, watching her expression shift. Then I pressed a soft, almost gentle kiss to her lips. "Sorry, Lily. I want to make you beg for more." Then I drove into her with a rough shove that tore a cry from her throat.
"Not fair," she whined, and she sounded genuinely indignant, which made it all the more satisfying.
I could only smirk.
Lily pouted, then slammed her legs shut, twisting and catching my hip.
"Got you," she said and executed an impossible, acrobatic tumble, rolling over her shoulder with me caught between her legs and depositing me flat on the bed before straddling me in one fluid motion.
There was a dangerous, delighted glow in her eyes as she sank slowly down around me, her lips parting slightly with silent devotion.
"I like this," she said softly, bending to catch my lips in a kiss that was somehow both hungry and sweet. She pinned me with her full strength, completely unapologetic, and I let her for a moment. "I am a predator," she murmured against my mouth as she began to move, "and you are my prey."
Even so, I shifted my hips beneath her and drove upward at an angle that made her back arch sharply and her eyes flutter.
I felt her lose her rhythm, felt the small hitch in her breath, and smiled to myself as I wrapped my hands around her rear and took the tempo back, setting something deep and relentless while she came undone above me. Her composure unraveled beautifully.
"But I'm supposed to be the predator," she moaned, with genuine complaint in her voice.
I twisted and rose back over her, pressing her into the bed and leaning down until my lips brushed her ear. "In this, Lily," I murmured, "you are my prey."
She stared up at me, those glowing irises hauntingly bright, burning with something that looked almost like adoration beneath the challenge.
"Then," she said, her voice dropping to something low and dangerous, "I will just have to make myself look very delicious for you.
Because I want more." The last word came out with a ragged, seductive edge.