Chapter Five
Will
I have an idea of what obsession can do to a man. I know because of how I feel toward Lily right now. At first, I just wanted to watch her from afar. Admire her unbelievable beauty and be grateful to the heavens for blessing the earth with an angel.
Then admiring her wasn’t enough. I wanted to talk to her, have her look at me with those perfect hazel eyes and then I wanted her to want me. Or at least see the need to have me by her side.
Now, that’s barely enough for me.
I want to look at her every second of every fucking day. I want to worship her body with my tongue, taste her pussy and fill her with my cock as often as I can. I want no other man to think about or desire her in any way. I don’t want her to need anyone else but me.
I need to look at her and be by her side as much as I need to breathe.
And it takes every single cell in my body not to take her and lock her up somewhere where I can be with her forever.
But I have enough restraint to stop me from doing that which is why I know that this stalker would only get bolder and more desperate. Lily’s life is at risk.
I’m settled on the couch, I stayed down here again last night, wanting to keep an eye on things, despite how much I wanted to curl into bed beside Lily.
I know the exact minute she wakes up because she has the same routine every morning; she wakes up at 6am, raises her blinds and sits in the morning sunlight for ten minutes before brushing her teeth and then going to her kitchen to make us breakfast.
I sit on the kitchen counter, observing her as she moves around the kitchen. Anytime she catches me staring, she turns a shade redder. Her skin is so flushed, I'm worried she might faint. I want to tell her to relax but I know I’m only going to make it worse by doing that.
She bumps into her fridge and hops round the kitchen on one foot. I wince, wanting to stand up and carry her out of the kitchen. She mutters furiously to herself, clutching the offending foot.
“Are you okay?” I ask and she nods.
“Yep, was just trying to get the waffle maker down,” she says, pointing to the cabinet above the stove. “I wanted to make you something special, as a thank you for staying with me the last few nights.”
I cross the kitchen and scoop her into my arms. I set her down on the counter and she lets out a giggle as I lower to my knees to take a look at her foot. I take her foot into my arms, careful to place light touches so that I don’t hurt her further.
“Just a bump,” I say, pressing a kiss to her foot before setting it back. I rise and stand between her legs.
“That’s good, I wouldn’t want to have to miss the show tonight,” she says, cheeks reddening as I lean in and seal my lips to hers.
“You won’t,” I say, breaking the kiss. “I have a better idea of what I’d like to eat for breakfast.”
Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red. “Me?” she asks sheepishly.
“You,” I reply, lowering back down to my knees. I stare up at her and she looks like a goddess above me, dark hair in lose waves around her shoulders, in nothing but her loose pajama shorts and a matching tank top. “Is that alright with you, honey?”
She hesitates. “Yes. I think I would like that. I have to tell you, I’ve never been with anyone in… this way before. You were my first offstage kiss, actually,” she says, and my heart melts even more for her. This beautiful, shy girl who has lived her entire life on the stage.
“I would be honored to be your first for these next steps, too,” I say, pressing kisses up her legs between each word, desperate to get to her center.
“I would love that,” she whispers, running a hand through my hair. I briefly stand, kissing her on the lips once more, before reaching for her shorts and sliding them down her gorgeous legs.
“Beautiful,” I say when I get my first glimpse of her pussy, already slick from the kisses I pressed on her thighs. “I can’t wait to taste you.” So, I don’t. I lower my mouth to her core, licking up her slit before circling my tongue around her clit. She’s deliciously sweet, the best I’ve ever tasted. I already know I need to have her like this forever.
“Wow,” she gasps as I lap at the sensitive bud, she’s gushing beneath me as I insert a large digit inside her tight cavern. “So tight for me, so wet for me,” I mutter against her core. She lets out another moan and I lose all pretenses of control. I devour her. Lapping at her, twisting my middle finger inside of her until I begin to feel her shaking beneath me.
“Oh my godddddd,” she lets out, just as I add a second finger and suction myself to her clit, desperate to see this goddess of a woman break for me. With a final swirl of my tongue, she explodes around my fingers, her release coating my hand and tongue and I nearly die from the sweetness of it.
I work her through the remainder of it before rising, pulling my fingers into my mouth and licking every trace of her off. She’s marked me forever and I can’t wait to have her in every way. I lean forward and kiss her lips, allowing her to taste herself on me.
“That was amazing, Will… just wow,” she says, still catching her breath.
“More where that came from, honey,” I say with a wink, kneeling to slide her shorts back up her legs. “Now, go get changed. I want to show you some self-defense moves before rehearsal.”
“Really?” Lily asks, a mix of nerves and curiosity in her hazel gaze.
“Really. And hope you never have to use them, but I want you to be able to protect yourself in case I’m not with you. I will always get to you, but you need this to reassure yourself,” I finish, stroking her cheek. It’s crazy how critical this woman has become to me in just a few days, how desperate I am for her to be safe so we can have more time together.
“I—thank you, Will, really. No one has ever looked out for me like you have, in all these different ways,” she says with a knowing laugh.
“Go get changed before I decide to do something else entirely,” I say, a slight growl in my voice. “Meet me in the living room.” She nods, leaping off the counter and running upstairs. I head to the living room to move the couch and coffee table out of the way to make sure that we will have enough space.
When she returns, she’s in a pair of bike shorts and a loose t-shirt, her magnificent legs mock me as she walks towards me, reminding me of the other ways we could be spending our time. She greets me with a smile as stretches, her shirt rising just enough to show a sliver of smooth skin at her waist. I swallow a curse and roll my shoulders, trying to keep my focus.
“Show me what you think a self-defense stance looks like,” I say.
She raises her fists and bends her knees in an awkward crouch. I immediately shake my head, struggling not to laugh. “Your stance is all wrong.”
I step behind her, my chest brushing her back. She stiffens then melts into me within a millisecond.
“This isn’t going to work if you flinch every time I touch you, Lily.”
“I’m not—” She exhales sharply when I grab her wrists, adjusting her arms. “Flinching.”
She is.
I notice the reaction a few more times, but I hope in my heart that it's not from fear.
Her pulse flutters against my fingers. I can feel the heat of her body soaking into mine. A deep-seated feeling of satisfaction runs through me.
“Wider stance,” I murmur, nudging her feet apart with mine.
Then I go from her back to her front and settle my hands on her waist to fix her balance. When I step back, her dilated pupils are focused on me. I ignore them, the same way I ignore her cleavage peeking through the top of her shirt.
My fingers trail down her arms, adjusting her posture. She sucks in a sharp breath.
“All in good time, honey, once we get through this lesson, we can move on to some other activities, I can show you just how much I enjoyed tasting you earlier,” I say, nipping at her ear. She lets out a giggle before shifting back into defense mode. Good.
“Just imitate me,” I say and take a stance.
“Like this?” she says, voice softer now.
“Not quite”
I take my position again, but this time when I touch her, she moves into me instead of away.
Jesus Christ.
I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.
We run through a couple more stances and I show her basic pressure points. Once I think she has a firm grip of things, I don’t waste a second before I pull her to me, desperate to have her in my mouth once again.