Chapter Ten
Lily
I have never felt so full in my life. Will flips me over and slides a pillow under me, angling my back in such a way that I'm spread out and at his mercy. His palm connects with my ass twice and the pleasure racks up my spine.
I'm too turned on to feel mortified that I was turned on by spanking. I press my face into the pillow trying to pace myself, but Will doesn't give me a break. He doesn't give me time to catch my breath, he keeps thrusting.
He twists his hips and drives into me at an angle that before then, no one would have been able to convince me was possible. I let out a choked cry and come for what has to be the tenth time that night.
Still, I can't get enough. He is my vice, and I am becoming an addict.
Will flips me over so that I'm on top. I manage a few jerky bounces, my legs going lax from all the pressure. For a minute I start to wonder if I look ridiculous from his point of view with my awkward movements and bouncing boobs but the look in his eyes erases all doubt. He looks at me like I'm a goddess.
He lets me have control for all of two seconds before he takes it back from me.
“Another time, goddess,” he says before flipping me over and pounding all the common sense out of me.
Will never skips cuddles after. I'm convinced he likes the cuddles more than even the sex. He turns me over and spoons me, kissing every inch of skin his mouth can reach.
We order the first round of take out and play twenty questions. Will all but wolfs down the food. We order in again because with Will, nothing is ever enough the first time.
While we wait for the food, I stretch across the couch, grab a script and flip through it because it's the only way I can relax. Stepping into another role is very therapeutic for me.
I try not to be distracted by a shirtless Will but he's oblivious to my internal struggle. I realize that Will is not conscious of the effect he has on women. He doesn't realize that he looks like a literal Greek god.
He's pacing the room, distracted. He’s been restless all day, tossing a stress ball between his hands and sighing every few minutes like he has something to say. I wonder why he won't just spit it out. I decide to give him a little nudge if he won't say it.
“You’re distracting me” I mutter. He frowns and looks over at me.
“What did I do?” he asks, looking genuinely concerned. He's so adorable, I almost burst out laughing.
“You’re breathing too loud.” I say, crinkling my nose. I chew on the pencil in my hand to stop myself from grinning.
He snorts. “Sounds like a you problem. I don't complain when you do it.”
I turn beet red at his innuendo, stuttering. “Will!” I stutter, losing my nerves.
Will smirks, then tosses the ball at me. I catch it without looking.
“You’re annoying,” I say.
“You love it.”
“Take out is here,” I say, spotting the man leaving food on the stoop. “The way you're going, we'll run out of food and you'll eat me.”
“I try my best. I think I've proven several times that you are very edible.” he says. I sputter. He always manages to turn the tables on me.
“Besides, we only ever have to order this much food because you look like a baby giraffe trying to cook.”
“That was one time, Will and I kept on being a klutz because you were staring and I felt awkward. How many times will I say it? I know how to cook. I just can't do it when you do the staring thing.”
He moves closer, plucks the script from my hands, and tosses it aside. Before I can complain, he grabs my chin, tilting my face up.
“Let's get married so you have an entire lifetime of getting used to the idea of me staring at you while you cook,” he says.
I blink. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I push his hand away. “That’s not how proposals work.”
“Don’t care. We're getting married.”
“Will—” This was beyond terrifying. I was just starting to get used to the idea that I could love this man.
He cuts me off with a kiss. Hard. Possessive. He tugs me against him, swallowing my protest like he already knows something I don't.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless.
“I'll kiss you like that everyday till the day I die. I want you to own me forever and I want to own you forever. Still want to say no?” he asks, voice low.
I don’t. I should be mad. This was crazy. I should tell him that I'm not ready. I should argue that I have five more years left before I begin to think of marriage but all I do is laugh and give in.
“You already act like I belong to you.”
He growls. “Because you do. I belong to you too.”
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He looks like he can't believe I said yes. I laugh at his expression, shaking my head. “You'll marry me?” he says, wonder in his tone.
I nod again. “Of course I will, I love you. No one has ever protected me like you. You’re all I want.”
“You’re all I want, too, honey. All I’ll ever want.”
He kisses me and everything fades away.