87. Lolly
eighty-seven
Lolly
His words taste good on my lips though fear still lingers in the back of my mind. I breathe those words in, kissing perfect lips as his hands travel from my face to the back of my head. His touch is reverent but firm. Gentle but somehow demanding. Just enough space for me to safely pull away.
But, I want him, too. I want all of those things with him.
My tongue slides against his and he whimpers, slowly giving under the weight of me until he’s lying beneath me. “I want you,” I echo. “I want your laughter and your tears. Your darkness and your light,” I promise against his lips. “I want it all, Bailey.”
His grip around me tightens and I let myself fall.
I fall into everything he is and let this thing between us unravel.
I let it consume me, detonating the walls I’ve built to protect me, unleashing all that was contained within them.
My need for him engulfs me and the world falls away, until we are nothing but a frenzied dance of hands and sharp breaths.
I feel him move underneath me and open my eyes to find him sliding his briefs off, cheeks reddened, lips puffy, eyes clear—certain.
I lift off of him and he slides mine off with an assuredness that looks so fucking good on him.
His golden brown locks look brilliantly disheveled, eyes dancing with desire and something bigger.
He’s beautiful.
I lower myself back down, kissing him through a smile I can’t shake. He tastes like home. Like everything I forgot to look for when he wasn’t around. He’s all the beauty I’ve missed, all the good I’ve overlooked.
And he’s mine. I can feel it. I hear it in his soft moans and I feel it in his touch. I’m spellbound, completely at his mercy and I’m forfeiting all apprehension. Letting go of old ideas that protected me but also blocked the sunlight that is my green eyes.
I break our kiss to study his face. The slope of his nose, the constellation of freckles across his cheeks, his perfectly pouty lips and emerald eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I confess.
“So are you,” he whispers.
I kiss him again, then trail soft kisses along his jaw and neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing under my touch. I want to inhale him.
He whimpers as I kiss the other side of his neck, his warm hands mapping my back as he arches gently beneath me.
I take in a sharp breath when his length brushes mine.
“Fuck, green eyes,” I say as I shudder with desire.
I feel the slick wetness between us as I rock against him again.
The perfect pleasure of it threatens to send me over the edge, but I don’t want to rush. I need him as long as I can have him.
“Lolly,” he moans.
I kiss his lips again, “Yeah, baby?”
“I need to be closer to you,” he rasps. “Now,” he pleads, eyes darting between mine. “I’ve been tested,” he adds, as if reading my mind.
“Me too,” I reply. “And I’m on PREP.”
“Please,” he begs.
I can’t help but smile, loving how much he needs me.
“I’ve got you,” I promise before my lips crash into his. His mouth is perfect.
He’s perfect.
I groan as I move against him, feeling his legs part around me.
My dick is throbbing, still leaking between us.
Without breaking our kiss, I gently lift his legs, positioning him under me before taking my length, smearing it with precum, and lining it up with his already slick hole.
I’m tempted to look, a part of me dying to see his perfect pink hole quivering, but I don’t want to leave his mouth.
This conversation without words. A declaration and an admission.
I pull his lower lip into my mouth as I slowly breach his entrance, groaning as he gasps at the intrusion, muscles tensing. He squeezes around me and I find myself weightless. The only gravitational pull is the one holding us together.
I deepen the kiss as my hands travel up his perfectly sculpted ass and hips, our muffled groans and panting breaths the only sounds I ever want to hear again. I feel him relax again and inch further inside his perfect heat.
“Fuck,” I breathe between kisses. “You’re everything.”
He whimpers and wraps his arms tighter around me, pulling me to him until I’m fully seated inside him.
My peripheral vision darkens and I stop to catch my breath before daring to move again.
Faltering breaths pass between our lips and every inhale of my own pulls with it a piece of him that fills me in a way I’ve never experienced.
Warmth floods my chest and pressure builds behind my eyes.
As if everything I’ve felt for him is now tangible and looking for an escape.
I bury my face in his neck as I slowly ease out of the most perfect ass I have ever felt.
He bucks beneath me as my piercings drag across his channel, coaxing the sweetest sounds from his lips.
I continue moving slowly, savoring every ripple of his tight body around me. Every breath I take brings me one step closer to absolute oblivion. I pull away from his neck, rising above him so I can see his beautiful face.
His lips are parted, eyes half-lidded, hair a fucking mess—and it takes my breath away.
His gaze darts from my eyes to my mouth and then down to where I’m sliding in and out of him and he moans at the sight.
His hard length is flush against his abdomen, leaking a pool of precum, bobbing in rhythm with my strokes.
The way his perfect pink hole stretches around my length is so fucking sexy my brain is threatening to go offline entirely.
“You’re so fucking perfect Bailey,” I manage between thrusts.
There is no one and nothing else that matters more than this moment.
More than him. Watching him taking all of me is incredible—but knowing he’s taking more than just my dick is mind-altering.
I’ve given him something of myself today, in hopes that he’ll cherish it.
“Tell me you’re mine, green eyes,” I say, my brain so dazed I’m unable to stop the words from falling from my lips.
His eyes meet mine again, “I’m yours,” he says with a finality that hits me in the chest. His lips part further as he gasps and his fingers dig deeper into my back. “I’m yours,” he pants. “I’m fucking yours.”
I kiss him again and it’s somehow even better than before. I feel him everywhere. In everything—and I want him to stay.
Our chests rise and fall with ragged breaths, lips pressed firmly and tongues entwined.
I feel his dick between us, so wet it’s slick against me now as I’m unable to stop myself from hammering into him, needing to reach the deepest parts of him.
It’s a primal need that has me pummeling his ass with each stroke.
I’m so gone I can’t even kiss him anymore, we’re just breathing into each other, swallowing moans and gasps and unintelligible words.
“Lolly,” he whimpers. “I’m gonna come.”
His words threaten to send me over the edge and I lose my rhythm, unable to stop the need burning inside me. His breaths come out with each pounding thrust and I breathe them in like I’m consuming him. The crescendo is building, white heat in my spine that insists I get closer to him.
“Fucking fuck, Lolly, oh god,” he screams, clutching me to him so firmly I barely have room to move.
But I keep going. I can’t stop. He spasms around me, a chokehold on my dick that has me seeing stars. I fuck into him while he shoots cum onto both of us, his hole squeezing me so tight I know I’m right behind him.
“Bailey,” I groan against his mouth as I fucking pump his walls full of my cum. I tremble, thrusting into him until my orgasm releases me.
My arms shake with exhaustion as I lower myself on top of him, gently turning him on his side, legs still wrapped around my waist. I pull him closer to me, ensuring his arm is out from underneath me.
He rests his head against my neck, both of us fighting to catch our breath, still lost to the high of our pleasure.
I feel my dick soften inside him but don’t want to move. It’s too perfect.
I press my nose into his hair, breathing him in. My heart rate is slowing, my breathing beginning to calm.
The sound of his exhales is so soothing I’m certain that if I closed my eyes, I wouldn’t wake up until tomorrow.
His stomach growls and we both laugh.
“Do you think they would bring the food and leave it at the end of the bed?” He asks sleepily.
“No, baby,” I laugh. “I don’t think any amount of tipping would be enough to convince someone to come in this room right now.”
“Fucking prudes,” he scoffs.
“We could shower and order food,” I say with a yawn, “or, we could stay right here and worry about it tomorrow morning.”
“But I’m sticky,” he groans.
I can’t help but laugh, “I am too, it’s fine.”
“It’s really not. There’s no way I can sleep like this,” he says with another yawn.
“Mmhmm,” I reply, knowing he’s about three breaths away from oblivion.
Neither of us move, and within seconds, a soft snore rumbles from him. I smile, resting my head on his pillow, and follow right behind him.