Chapter 15 Lila
LILA
The breath is knocked from my lungs as soon as he kisses me, sweeping me off the ground and planting me on the counter behind us. He parts my legs with his knee roughly, opening me up like he wants access to every inch of me.
It isn’t like before, back in the alleyway, when all that tension and emotion boiled over into something neither of us could deny any longer. No, this is spontaneous, shocking, and utterly, utterly consuming.
His tongue meets mine, and I grasp for his shoulders, pulling him against me like a woman starved.
I feel, in some ways, like I have been. He couldn’t fuck me before, not so soon after I gave birth, but now I’m sure I can take him.
No, more than that—I need him. I need to feel him inside of me.
It’s like some deep, primal urge that has risen from some place I didn’t even know existed, a demanding hunger that I know he can feel too.
His cock is already hard as he presses himself against me.
Even through his jeans, I can feel him throbbing, his body aching for mine in every way that matters.
I slide my hand down the front of his body, wrapping my fingers clumsily around the bulge that emerges from his pants, but he brushes me aside at once, grinning against my mouth.
“If you think I’m going to go another second without tasting you properly,” he murmurs. “You’ve got another thing coming. I’ve wanted to go down on you since I tasted your sweet pussy on my fingers the other night.”
I whimper as he sinks down to his knees, not breaking my gaze for an instant as he pulls down my jeans and lifts my hips so I can wriggle out of my panties.
My head is spinning with arousal, those words so fucking hot that I can hardly wrap my head around them.
The notion of him wanting me that badly, thinking of me in the days since we last saw each other, imagining taking a taste of me right from the source…
He presses his mouth to the inside of my thigh, letting out a growl that defies his usually sweet nature.
I don’t know how this version of him can exist alongside the caring, gentle man that I’ve come to know, but God, I’m glad it does.
He coaxes his tongue along the crease of my thigh, closer and closer to my aching pussy, and it takes every bit of restraint I have not to grasp his head and thrust it against my aching clit.
Mercifully, he doesn’t seem interested in keeping me waiting, as he trails his tongue between my legs, nestling it into the slick warmth of my folds as he searches for the swollen nub of my clit.
I groan, my hands balling into fists in his hair as I hold him in place, the pleasure pulsing out from between my legs to rush through my whole body at once.
He circles his tongue a few times around my clit before he draws it into his mouth, applying a light sucking pressure to it that’s almost unbearable.
My thighs are starting to clamp at either side of his head, and he’s watching me intently, as though drinking in every reaction I have so he knows how to pleasure me just as intensely sometime down the line.
But right now, there is no future, no past, no nothing except the delicious, delirious present.
My hips are soon rising to meet him as he rolls my clit between his lips.
I notice his hand has slid down to his cock, and he’s stroking himself as he eats me out.
The notion that I’m enough alone for him to get off to, that just tasting me is enough to turn him on beyond the point of controlling himself, sends another lance of pleasure through me, and I grip his head tighter, rocking myself against him over and over again.
He slips one hand behind the small of my back, pulling me further onto him, gorging himself on me like he wants to taste every inch of me and then some. My vision is blurring, my breath coming fast, belly rising and falling swiftly as I watch him trace his tongue along my most sensitive parts.
And then, finally, I feel it, the explosion of pleasure that almost sends me toppling from the kitchen counter right there on the spot.
I have to grip the Formica below me and press my lips together to keep from making too much noise, but my attempts to contain it only seem to intensify the feelings blooming out from between my legs.
My hips are grinding into his face, smearing him with my wetness, and he doesn’t break away for a moment, not so much as catching his breath before I have to force his head back due to my over-sensitized folds.
He kisses me again, his cock still in his hand as he moves between my legs, and this time, I can taste my wetness on his mouth.
It sends a shudder of desire through me, the evidence of how badly he wants me, and I hook my legs around him, drawing him toward me, telling him in every way I can that I want to feel him inside of me.
“You’re sure you’re ready?” he asks me, holding himself just an inch or two from my slit. The low rasp to his voice speaks to how close he is to losing control, but he keeps himself together, not quite letting his need get the better of him.
“Oh God, I’m sure,” I moan against his mouth. At last, I feel the pressure of him against me, and he eases himself inside of me for the first time in what feels like forever.
At first, the sensation is tender, new—it’s the first time I’ve been with someone, after all, since I had the twins.
But he moves slowly and carefully, and I’m so soaked from the ministrations of his mouth that the feeling soon transforms into complete pleasure.
I sink my nails into the small of his back, telling him that he can move deeper, and he gives me what I want, pushing himself inside of me up to the hilt with a long, deep groan.
“Oh, fuck, you feel just as good as I remember,” he groans against my mouth. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this, Lila. How many times I’ve thought about fucking you just like I did that night.”
I can only gasp in response, kissing him again so deeply that I have to hope he can tell that I know just what he means.
It has been a whole lifetime since the last time we did this, or that’s what it feels like, a whole world away from the previous encounter that changed everything about my life and the way I lived it.
But nothing that feels this good could come with any consequences.
I hook my ankles around him, drawing him even deeper inside of me, needing to feel every inch of him filling me in every way possible.
My hands slide to the small of his back, telling him that he can go even deeper, and he’s quick to oblige, bringing out bodies together till there’s no space between us at all, nothing that could even pass for it.
Even though my orgasm only just retreated, I can already feel another starting to get the better of me, the heat in the deepest parts of me beginning to rekindle into a raging inferno.
He’s breathing hard, his hands in my hair, his body bucking against mine over and over again.
I breathe in the scent of him, like I could get drunk on it, and in that moment, it truly feels as though I could.
The mingling scent of my wetness on his mouth and the deep smoky scent that I’ve come to associate with him…
I would do anything to linger in it forever.
He begins to slow, steadying himself within me—like if he keeps going at the pace he was, he might not be able to hold himself back.
“Tell me you’re close,” he orders me, all semblance of sweetness forgotten as he moves toward the edge of his own release.
“I’m close, Martin,” I whine against his lips. “Fuck, I’m so close…”
He presses his body to mine, grinding up against my clit as he stills inside of me.
The sensation of such fullness is almost unbearable, but as I feel the delicious weight of him against my swollen nub, I can’t pretend to hold back any longer.
My body sags into his, my eyes rolling back as I press my face into his still-clothed shoulder.
The pleasure turns inward once more, my pussy squeezing around him so tightly it’s as though I’ll never let him go.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he growls against my mouth, and he pulls back, thrusting deep inside my spasming slit once more.
I can only cling to him for dear life. The ground could give way beneath us, and I knew that neither of us would give a damn about it, this connection wiping away everything else in the world but his touch on my body.
He holds me there for a long time, clearly reluctant to pull back, as reluctant as I am for this to be over.
But as he gently kisses me again, I know it isn’t like before.
It’s not like the first time we did this, when it was entirely anonymous and I didn’t know anything about him other than the way he looked and the way he felt inside of me.
No, as his mouth softens against mine again, I know that there’s more here than there ever was before.
And that everything I thought I lost, when I walked out on him after the first time, might be closer to my grasp than I could ever have imagined.