Chapter 16
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GRANT
I dreamt of the day I would be able to hold Liliana. As more than friends, and in a way I hope no one else will be able to. Because now that we’ve established this bond between us, I don’t intend on ever letting her go.
I dreamt of this, too. My knee pressed hard between her legs and under one of her cute, uncorrupted skirts. Liliana—my Lily now, like she should be—sinking deeper into the expensive couch cushions while my hand slips under the front of her blouse.
I dreamt of touching Lily like this in every hour of sleep since Thursday. In my dreams she arches into me like she does now, and her skin is even smoother in real life than in my fantasies.
Dream Lily especially doesn’t come close to comparing when the beautiful woman below me whimpers in my ear, breathy and needy.
I pause my kisses up and down the expanse of her throat.
“Lily.” She moans and I burn this moment into my memories. “Lily.” I repeat myself when she doesn’t respond. Lifting off her, I get my first look at what it’s like to have Liliana under me.
Chocolate waves of hair spread perfectly across stark white linen, cheeks flushed red and eyes glossy as she mindlessly moves her hips onto my knee.
This vision of her is more than enough. This could easily satisfy me for the rest of my life.
My cock is already painfully straining against the fabric of my boxers, and every new sound or touch makes it harder to keep control.
She moans again. My nails dig into my palm to stop myself from coming so soon.
“Baby.” I caress the side of her face, needing to hold on to some sense of reality. At least for a bit.
“Huh?” Her voice is so fucking cute, so gone.
“Are you listening?”
“Barely.”
My laughter snaps her out of her daze. She giggles and reaches up to trace the line of my jaw. It’s sensual and intimate.
“Okay, I’m listening. What is it, baby?”
Lily smirks when she throws the pet name back at me. I adore every side she gives me the privilege of seeing, but flirty Liliana is the one that makes me feel hot all over, tempts me to lick down to her navel and work my mouth into the spot it really belongs.
I almost do, with her hips languidly moving over my leg, but my conscious keeps me in check.
“You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, right?”
Her hips still. Hazel eyes bore into mine. She’s being attentive in the way it matters.
“Of course. You don’t have to, either.”
Her skin is that distinct sun-kissed tan, like it was the first day I saw her. One that’s uniquely hers, shining even on Boston’s coldest days.
She’s an art piece like this. Every intricate stroke of her figure planned and executed masterfully. More beautiful than anything I’ve seen, or created, or imagined in my entire life.
It’s ridiculous to think there’s anything I wouldn’t want to do with her.
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“You’ll tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable?” My hand moves down the length of her neck, trailing the skin of her chest where her blouse’s neckline dips. I linger and wait for verbal confirmation.
“I will.”
“You promise?”
“Grant.” My name has never sounded better in my life. “I trust you. Do anything you want, but please,” she moans, hips roll again, and I see stars. “Just do something.”
My hand moves again, roughly pushing the fabric of her blouse and blue color-coordinated bra—fuck, there’s something undeniably hot and so Liliana about a color-coordinated bra—down to reveal her hard nipple and perfect breast.
I lick around the curve of her tit, nipping and sucking everywhere but the place she’s craving.
I tease her for as long as I can, holding out when she threads her fingers through my hair and when I move my body fully between my legs so she can grind her pussy over the hardness of my cock like I know she needs.
I hold out for so fucking long despite wanting nothing more than to ravish her, bury my face into every part of her and show her exactly how beautiful she is.
When she throws her head back, high-pitched and desperately chanting, “Grant, please. Please. Please.” I break.
I do exactly what she asks of me; I please.
My hands need to be everywhere, touch every part of her hips and thighs while I suck harshly on her round nipple. Cherry spots start blossoming on her skin. I push her blouse up her body and throw it somewhere I hope it’ll get lost.
Kissing down the expanse of her stomach, I’m both powerless and in control moving my right hand over her damp underwear.
“You’re so wet, Lily.” Her hips move faster, rocking over the two fingers I dedicate to stroking her pussy through the cloth. “You need me, huh?”
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse, like she’s two steps away from slipping past control. I revel in it.
“Say my name again.”
“Grant.” She listens instantly, and whatever self-control I had left is used to stop myself from rutting into the couch.
I reward her for being so nice, so good, pushing the fabric out of the way and gliding a finger inside of her.
Lily throws her head back impossibly far, back arching and tits begging to be worshiped again. I almost do it, but there’s something I’m better at. Something that can satisfy my girl the way she deserves to be.
My thumb circles her clit, pressing hard into the sensitivity of it. When her hands grip the sides of the couch, I ask, “What do you need, baby?”
“I…” Chestnut eyes roll to the back of her head. I watch every detail of her reaction when I kiss up the skin of her thigh.
“Come on, Lily.” My mouth lingers at the hem of her underwear, centimeters away from her red and swollen clit. “That’s what we do, right? I work with my hands, fuck this pussy open with my fingers, and you use those words you’re so good with to tell me what you want. So tell me what you want.”
Her painted nails scratch my scalp, clawing recklessly while her hips chase me. “Mouth. On me. Please, Grant, I need it so bad.”
I’m weak everywhere. In the confines of my sweatpants, in resolve, and in the space of my heart that’s shaped to her dips and curves.
I give her exactly what she wants. Hastily moving her underwear, I let her keep the skirt and press my tongue hard on her clit. I’m weak for her.
Seconds into lapping the spots of her I’ve been craving for too fucking long, she starts squirming and groaning, another set of nails pushing my head into her pussy. My finger works in and out while she fucks my face and takes what she needs.
“Fuck, baby.” I moan against her clit, one hand pressing her hips down. “You’re so pretty like this. Fucked out and dripping onto my couch cushion. Tastes so fucking good.”
She doesn’t reply with words, her legs saying what she can’t through her whines. The backs of her knees meet my shoulders while her thighs clamp needily around my head. I think this is the closest I’ll ever get to heaven.
I add another finger and let my tongue switch between flicking her swollen clit and slipping in to taste her.
Her legs start loosening and tightening around my head erratically. I push my fingers deeper into her until I feel the spot that will make her abandon her senses. Lily starts to shake, and I know she’s too close for me to stop.
“Are you gonna come for me? Gonna be a good girl and come all over my face?” The words are muffled and drowned out by her moans. The cotton of my pants rubs on the cushion below me. I’ve never been harder in my fucking life.
Her hands tug my hair again and I know she’s as close as I am.
“You’re so perfect, Lily. Everything about you. Your heart, your mind, your fucking body.” Her thighs shake uncontrollably. “Let go, baby. Come for me. You deserve it.”
I can’t remember where I am or what day it is or what my name is.
All I know is Liliana, her pussy fucking hard into my face, and the fact that it’s me who gets to own this moment.
I earned this orgasm from her. I drink her down like it’s the last thing I’ll taste in this lifetime and let the hot pleasure run throughout my body.
My scalp throbs where she yanks on it, and I work her with my fingers while she comes. I take everything she’s willing to give me, holding onto her side when she nearly slides off the couch.
When I gather the strength to pull away from her, Lily’s breathing begins to steady. I throw my head back, slowing my racing pulse and just now feeling the giant wet spot that’s gathered on the front of my sweats.
I got off on eating Liliana out. Society says I should be embarrassed by that, but how can I feel anything but proud for giving my girl exactly what she wanted? I could come from just the thought of satisfying her for the rest of my life.
Lily is a masterpiece, satisfied and relaxed below me. Red love bites are turning crimson. It’s the most beautiful artwork I’ve ever seen.
“Oh my gosh, Grant.” She sighs. I don’t know how I’ll ever hear my name the same again, now that it’s been desperately rolled off her tongue.
I move up the side of her body, pecking her on the lips. “Good?”
“Good?” She asks, voice raised in disbelief. “I’ve never orgasmed from foreplay before. That was amazing.”
The praise, implied statement that no one has ever fucked that good and we’ve barely scratched the surface of what I want to do to her, sends a jolt down to my cock. “Fuck, don’t say stuff like that. You’re going to make me hard again.”
She glances down, and I don’t try to hide the dark patch. I’ll own what she does to me any day. Moving onto her elbows, her hand trails over my crumpled t-shirt and to the waistband of my sweats.
Biting her lip, she asks, “Promise?”
A deep groan vibrates in the back of my throat. I want to so badly. Want to let her slip her silky hand around the base of my cock and work it until it’s me writhing and begging. It’s the only thing my body wants, and I know I’ll be fucking my fist in the shower imagining what it would be like.
But today isn’t the day. I gently grab her wrist and plant a light kiss on her pulse. “Today is about you, baby.”
“Oh.” Disappointment is shown on her face for a brief second before she tries to hide it away. “Are you sure?”
Her doe eyes make it so hard for me to hold back, but this isn’t how I want my first time being inside her to happen.
Everything about Lily is special. I’ve learned that while being around her.
The first time we’re together should be just as special, as planned out as she is, and equally thoughtful.
From the day I saw her in that lecture hall, she’s had my attention. But now she’s captured it, held it in her hands, and is keeping it to herself. I’m committed to her already. I want this to be more than two people fucking, or a good round of sex in between study sessions.
I want to be deserving of her, of this, before we’re fully connected. I still don’t feel like I’ve paid back my dues and given her all she deserves.
I want to do this right.
“I’m sure.” I kiss her once more before standing on shaky legs and picking her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Let’s clean you up before I make a mess of you again.”