Chapter 3 Making Plans #2
“Well, Alfie, we didn’t get this far earlier, but as it’s getting late, and we’re meeting Rick for dinner. I’d hate to think we didn’t respect our elders enough to do as we were told. I don’t know about you, but I was brought up to take their advice without question.”
A mixture of love and naughty thoughts shone in her eyes, and I grinned at Lily’s assertiveness to take what she wanted from me.
I raised my eyebrow in a silent question, wondering what she intended to do to me.
At that, Lily’s small fingers began working in earnest at the buttons on my shirt.
When she’d finished opening the last button, she swept both sides of the shirt apart and stared down at my body for a moment.
Her warm palms skimmed across my skin, from my belly up and across my abs, pushing the shirt over my shoulders.
I pulled myself up to help her remove the shirt.
She bunched the cotton material and shoved the sleeves gently down my arms. Her eyes flicked between what she was doing to mine as she gauged my reaction.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth then spread over her lips.
She pressed her weight against my torso pushing me down onto my back.
My arms were fixed by my sides, restrained inside the shirtsleeves.
Lily’s eyes widened, her pupils dilated when she realized I couldn’t move.
A more seductive smile gave her eyes a deeper, naughty glare when they raked over my body then traveled up to my face before fixing on mine.
Erratic beats drummed heavily against my chest as my heart flipped in anticipation.
Lily chose to let a quiet moment pass between us.
The silence was broken when she took a deep breath as her lust-filled eyes passed over my body again.
Her fingers gently strummed back and forth across both of my nipples sending a delicious shiver rippling through my veins.
Instantly, her teasing hands spiked my arousal.
Taking another deep breath, she began to tell me what she was thinking.
Her fingers continued their journey, dragging across my hot, sensitive flesh, tracing the hard lines of my abdomen.
“Damn…just…damn, Alfie. I don’t think there will ever be a time when I see your body, and I won’t want to lick the creases of those toned abs, run my fingers and tongue over this ink here, or want to nibble above your collar bone. How did I ever live without you?”
Lily leaned forward and began planting small soft kisses until she’d kissed just about every inch of my upper body.
Sitting back on her heels, Lily continued to trail her fingers up and down my belly, teasing me slowly, killing me slowly with the way she was worshiping my body.
Leaning forward again, she began to circle my left nipple with her tongue.
Her silky hair swept across my chest and belly, her eyes glanced up to check my reaction.
My poor body was on fire. My thick, swollen dick was hot and hard; ready and straining to be sunk deep within her.
I lifted my hips and pressed towards her heat as hard as my restricted position allowed.
My heels stung with the pressure I placed on them when I dug them deeply into the mattress in search of greater contact.
Lily stilled on top of me, biting back her own need, as the expression on her face belied her true want.
I knew that look; her need equaled mine.
“Am I making you uncomfortable, Alfie? Should I stop?” she teased, her innocent voice just adding some sauce to my desperation. If I’d called her bluff, she’d have been disappointed.
“Fuck no, Lily. Explore away, honey.”
Grinning devilishly, I pretended she wasn’t affecting me much, but my frustration and animalistic side was torturing me.
Lily gave me a naughty little smirk and shrugged her shoulders to her ears like she was pleased with herself then tucked her hair behind her ear.
Her unconscious nervous move almost made me chuckle.
Before I could fully process that thought, she bent down quickly and took my nipple in her mouth and sucked hard.
Desire flooded my body, beginning at a central spot in my chest and radiating out.
It coursed down both limbs and up into my scalp making my skin tingle.
Every fiber and nerve ending in me was on fire, alight with a need to be sated.
Goosebumps covered every inch of me and the discomfort I felt from my dick’s restricted movement aroused me to the point of bursting. She was frustrating the fuck out of me.
“Take your top off, you’re not playing fair, Lily, at least let me see some skin.”
When I heard Lily giggle sweetly, the sound made my heart swell. I wanted to grab her and tease her to the point of pain. I loved the sounds she made when her naughty side reared its head, but I was beyond distraction and playful foreplay.
Dragging her nails down the sides of my ribcage she wiggled her ass provoking my hard bulge, and I thought my dick was going to shatter into a million pieces.
I groaned loudly at the welcome carrot of comfort she offered with the increased pressure, and I arched up into her groin again as she continued to sit, still fully clothed, astride my legs and hips.
“Fuck, Lily, let me use my hands,” I growled, the frustrated tone was clear in my voice.
Biting her lip, Lily rolled her eyes; she was teasing herself as much as she was torturing me. Her tongue poked out to wet her lips, and I found myself digging my heels in and arching my hips up into her again.
“Tell you what I’ll do, Alfie. I’ll give you a choice.”
I had crossed the line, becoming annoyed as the balance between foreplay and irritation began to control me.
“A choice? What choice? Either I fuck you with your clothes on or off? Because that’s the only choice I’m interested in hearing from you right now, Lily.”
My voice was low and gruff, laced with testosterone-filled need. I knew it sounded aggressive, but she was killing me with her game.
It wasn’t that often that Lily had time to be assertive in the bedroom, or anywhere else for that matter.
Control was often mine during our limited time that we shared intimately.
That was why I wanted to give her this getaway.
We had eight days off, and I intended to treat Lily like the princess she was.
Even if it meant I’d share that time with others.
“You can have a naked blow job, or you can fuck me with my clothes on.”