Chapter 4 Delicious Dilemma
Smiling at the choice my woman was offering, I gave it due consideration while I watched the determined little jut of her chin as she smugly delivered her options.
It was a delicious dilemma. I loved her mouth around me, but I also loved the buzz I got every time I eased my way inside her body.
The sensation of how it felt when she held me tightly, how she bore down on me when she came, it always affected me emotionally.
The connection we shared when she trembled and began to pulsate right at that moment when I took her over the edge and watched her fall apart in my arms, demolished me.
“I vote for both,” I said, chuckling as I tried to wriggle from under her to take control.
Lily quickly slapped her hands on my shoulders and pushed them back into the mattress.
“Naked blow job, or clothed fuck.” She chuckled again, and it should have sounded ridiculous.
But with her sexy London accent it sounded pretty scandalous. She didn’t wait for my answer before bending to take another greedy kiss from me. Her hips had begun to wiggle on my dick by then, so I knew she had to be torturing herself with her choice of foreplay.
Did I even have to deliberate on that? Having her suck me off would be the quickest way of feeling satisfied for a few minutes, but I knew that I’d be waiting to fuck her as soon as I recovered. Was a blow job really a choice when I could have had that deeper connection with the love of my life?
The first time I met Lily, I knew there was something special between us, something I’d never had.
I couldn’t explain it, and I couldn’t quantify what it was.
She’s the most stunning girl I’d ever seen and even after all that time, and all the women that had paraded themselves in front of me the world over, I could still say I feel the same.
No one had ever turned my head the way she did.
So, it wasn’t a choice of what I wanted, it was a compulsion.
“Do I get to choose the position if I decide we fuck? Get to use my arms to touch you? Who’s naked and who’s dressed, explain yourself, woman.”
“Of course you get to choose the position, Alfie. Blow job, no hands but me naked. Clothed fuck, you have the use of your hands and any position you want, but I’m clothed, pick your poison,” Lily confirmed, biting back a grin.
“Jesus, Lily. You’re killing me. It isn’t possible for me to fuck you with your clothes on, honey.”
“Okay, partly clothed then,” she said.
A smug little smirk twisted her mouth, and I watched her try to stifle it with a sigh.
She pretended to be bored that we were still debating what we both knew we’d prefer.
She was wiggling her heat over mine, so I knew she’d given herself a dilemma if I picked the blow job.
And for a moment I thought about pretending to disappoint her by choosing that.
Her mouth may have been telling me I had a choice, but her insistent rubbing against me said something else entirely.
I had no doubt what she wanted me to pick.
“At this rate we’ll both go off the boil, Alfie.
This is turning into a United Nations debate on which sexual favor you accept from another country.
Foreign secretaries are being consulted as we speak.
If you aren’t careful, there may be a cooling off period in case you feel pressured to accept one over another.
” Lily raised an eyebrow for the umpteenth time and tried to look serious while she taunted me.
“Honey, I know what I want. I want to know what you want.”
Lily smacked my chest; her hand lingered for a moment on my pecs before trailing down to my belt in a deliberate gesture.
She tucked her fingertips under the waistband inadvertently flicking my apa piercing and brushed over the pre-cum that had leaked over the crown of my dick.
My breath caught in my throat. From the way she’d swiftly pulled it away, I’d guessed that hadn’t been part of her foreplay plan.
“Oh. My. Mr. Black. You are pleased to see me,” she taunted, feeling how ready I was.
“You know what I want? I want you to answer. Let me up,” I demanded, my voice was thickly laced with frustration.
I pushed myself up as far as I could until the shirt prevented me from going any further. Lily glared down at me unsure of my reaction.
“Fuck you. Let me up, I want to fuck you; I’m not playing anymore. I need to be inside you, Lily. You’ve had your fun.”
When I heard my voice, I knew that I sounded completely done with all the pretense. Nothing but the real deal was on my radar by then.
“Wow, Alfie. You’ve gone from playful Alfie to frustrated Alfie in one sentence.”
I knew she was about to say more as she moved off of me, but as soon as I could move, I pulled my shirt back up one arm and over my head to free it.
Throwing it in the corner of the room, I swept Lily to her back.
Taking both of her wrists, I pinned her hands above her head while both my legs caged her in place beneath me.
“Hey, that’s not…”
The rest of her sentence was muffled when I bent to kiss her deeply. When her tongue met mine, she emitted a low agonized moan.
Before she’d left earlier, I had been so wrapped up in the taste and feel of her.
I hadn’t noticed how she was dressed, except that she had worn her small black leather bomber jacket.
Staring down at her, the little cream t-shirt she was wearing showed the perfect outline of her breasts.
The hard buds of her nipples pressed against the tightly strained material and left little to my imagination.
Dangerous feelings that both angered and excited ran through me when I thought about her dressed like that outside the confines of my sight. I hated the thought that other men had most definitely seen her breasts. And at the same time I felt incredibly fortunate that she was mine.
“You look as sexy as fuck. Did you go out like that? You better not have taken off your jacket, girl.”
She gave me a naughty smile. She knew she had to be driving me crazy.
I placed my mouth over her breast and sucked her nipple through the material of her top.
The sweet feminine smell of her filled my head, and the softness of her warm body against my lips made my dick ache with the need to have more of her.
“Mmmmm,” I hummed, knowing full well I wasn’t being gentle with her in the least. Her back bowed as she squirmed under the vibration from my mouth.
Lily let out what sounded like a frustrated whimper. I peered up at her and saw her excitement had escalated. Her eyes were a shade darker, her pupils dilated, and her eyelids had grown heavier as her desire increased with the sensations I was delivering.
Breaking away from her breast, I sat back on my heels and took both of her dainty wrists in one hand. I reached down to pop the button on her jeans then glanced back up at her to watch the effect the anticipation had on her.
“Fuck. The things I want to do to you.” I knew I’d never get enough of her.
Lily’s chest rose and fell, but her breathing was shallower, faster.
I found the small tab on her zipper and slowly dragged it down until I could part the material enough to slip them over her slender hips.
Our silent communication when I regained eye contact had Lily tilting her hips, lifting her ass off the bed enough for me to pull them down just below her knees.
A long moan tore from her throat, while my mouth inched back up her body.
I licked from her collarbone to her jawline while rubbing her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger; again through the material of her t-shirt.
Releasing a soft erotic moan, she dug her shoulders deep into the mattress, her back bowing again. Lily was ready for more.
I knew she would have been happy for me to shove that cotton garment up her body and take her exposed breast in my mouth.
However, the lady had said ‘clothes on’, and I was always resourceful at getting what I needed from Lily without breaking the boundaries she set.
Placing my mouth next to her ear, I whispered in a barely audible voice designed to seduce her.
“Is this what you want? Is this what you envisioned when you were rocking your little pussy over my hard dick earlier, Lily?”
Staring hard, her brow furrowed, it was clear she was frustrated that I hadn’t jumped her already.
I could feel her small body buzz, the anticipation of what I was going to do to her building so much she was wired tight.
No matter how many times I’d taken Lily, we just couldn’t get enough of each other.
No matter what position or whatever scenario we used as foreplay, the point of it all was the ending and us being fused in a passionate union together.
“I want what you want, Alfie.”
Smart woman was throwing back my earlier reply to her.
I wasn’t done teasing her. No way was I letting her off so lightly.
Not after all the ragging she’d put me through.
I leaned in and breathed my hot breath in her ear again, disturbing a few strands of her hair.
Moving the level from seduction to pure unadulterated lust, I told her what I wanted to do to her in a whisper.
This time, the desperation was apparent in my voice.
“I want to fuck you, Lily. I want to fuck you so fucking badly. I want to fuck you deep and so damned hard that it keeps us fresh in your mind no matter where you are or who you are with. I want to fuck your sweet pussy so hard that you are ruined for anyone else in this lifetime and all lifetimes after if there is such a thing as an afterlife. We are infinite, Lily. You and me. Sometimes, when I ease myself inside you, and feel your hot walls tighten around my dick, it feels like we are whole, one.”