Chapter 19 Lilly #2
Walking me back, my back hits the mattress. I just want to feel him inside of me already, joined and becoming one.
He takes his time kissing me until I can recreate the shape of his lips from sensory memory alone. Ian must possess more patience than I do, loving to drive me wild with desire first.
His hands travel up and down my skin, mapping it with his skilled touch. Heating me up, he makes me ravenous and so wanton.
His lips and touches tantalize me, taking me on a high I don’t want to come down from. In the arms of rapture, I could fly away with no desire to return.
His eyes seek mine, burning up. “I want to fuck you so badly. I’m always starving and nothing helps.”
“Then do it, already,” I sound all whiney and needy, overcome by greedy desire.
A groan rumbles in his throat. “I’m afraid I will break you. I am that fucking desperate.”
I unknot his towel and his cock jumps between us, a bead of precum leaking. Eager to take care of my man’s need, I rub the pad of my thumb over it, and he hisses, clenching his jaw.
Licking my palm, I pump his length up and down. “Let me make it better.”
The corner of his mouth tips up in a panty melting grin. “But first I have a gift to unwrap.”
He unhooks my bralette and takes my pointed nipples between his teeth, biting and sucking on them, increasing my need while simultaneously soothing my want. I clench my thighs together, wet and keen to be taken.
He slaps my thighs open and dips two fingers inside. “Drenched for me, baby. That’s my good girl.”
“I have to. You’re so big…”
“But you love it, don’t you, when I stuff you full of my cock, cramming that tight pussy with my fat cock?”
His dirty talk sends a tremor through my body. “I do. I so do.”
With his mouth moving from one nipple to the other and his fingers playing with my pussy, I come with a long moan, entering the promised land of release.
“Good, you did so well.”
His praise makes me lose my damn mind. I would do anything to hear that again and again until the end of consciousness.
“Oh, Ian, what are you doing to me?”
He grins, saying matter-of-factly, “Praising my good girl that came so beautifully on my fingers.”
His teeth nibble down my belly, and he peels my thong off. “Bare, swollen, mine to take.”
“Yours. Now, please,” I whine, desperate for him to fill me.
But he pries my pussy lips apart, taking a few lazy laps, groaning as he eats me up with unadulterated satisfaction. Outside the window, I hear the waves hit the shore with more urgency, just like I feel.
My thighs constrict against his head. The divine sensations shoot through my system, making me delirious. I buck up, riding another pleasure wave, the sounds I make echoing around us—stuttered moans and chocked up breaths.
He crawls on top of me, ordering. “Bring my cock where you want it.”
The command is so sexy, I hurry to comply. My hands shake as I grip his base, guiding his cock at my entrance. One second later, he’s inside me, filling me to the hilt.
A stuttered breath rolls out of my mouth resonating my wantonness. I close my eyes for a moment to accommodate the stretch and savor the fullness. It’s always the same—pure perfection.
With hands interlinked, he pulls in and out of me, driving into me and hitting all the right places, making my pussy squelch.
“How will we return to being just friends after this?” he grunts, his desperation clenching my heart.
We watch each other through glistening eyes. “Ian, no…” Let us live through the pleasure and postpone the heartbreak.
He thrusts so hard inside of me, it’s like he wants to break me so he can put me back together.
“Look at this pussy sucking me in. You’re so tight, you’re squeezing me in as if you want to keep me inside of you forever,” he grits out.
“I do,” I say on a long moan.
He buries his head in my neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin. Biting into my earlobe, he whispers, “Then what are we, friends with benefits?”
If I weren’t swimming in this sea of pleasure, maybe I would have noticed the shift in him.
“I guess,” I reply, not even cognizant.
“You guess, huh?” his voice gets cooler, body taut with a predatory stance.
“Then I should fuck you, right? No emotions, no making love to you?”
My nails scrape along his back. “You can do whatever you want to me. But we both know it’s more. It’s always more.”
He pumps into me as he holds on to the headboard. Above me, he appears like a ripped god—magnificent.
“And that leaves us to do what, exactly?”
“Are we having this conversation when you’re so deep inside of me I feel you in my stomach?” I breathe out.
Arching up, I grip the sheet not to slip into euphoria and forget my way back.
“I want you to remember how I feel inside of you.” He drives into me.
“How, even when I am bottoming out inside of you, I’m still a fucking starved, desperate, smitten motherfucker, craving you.
” Withdrawing slowly so that I feel every ridge and thick inch, he thrusts back inside of me, leaving me breathless.
“No one will be me. And baby, I won’t let anyone else around you.
It’s me for you, or I’ll end any poor bastard who even thinks he stands a chance. ”
He pulls out of me, grabs my ankles, and flips me over like I’m a doll, and he’s the master puppeteer.
“Hold the headboard.”
I hurry to obey his command, yet a smack lands on my ass cheek, causing a tremor to roll through me. I moan, my head dropping. The sting only increases my pleasure.
Another slap follows. “This is for every time you denied me, and every time you will deny me.”
Good god, why do I like this so much?
He swipes his thumb along my slit. Gathering my wetness, he smears it over my pussy. Three more slaps come in rapid succession, producing wet sounds.
I cry out hoarsely. He brings me to this state where I could climb up Everest in my fever. He squeezes each cheek as if to make me aware of who put the marks there and why.
Rocking his hips, he thrusts deep inside of me. For a moment, my vision blackens and stars pop up—an entire constellation is born before my eyes. I levitate somewhere in another dimension, a much brighter, fuller place.
He keeps himself buried inside of me, making me lose my mind at how good it feels. My brain swims in a cocktail of endorphins—high on this sublime drug. I doubt I will survive the withdrawal.
He pulls out of me so slowly, his cock massages my core into ecstasy and coupled with his thumb rubbing my clit expertly, I come undone. I clamp around him, not wanting to let him go.
He thrusts back inside of me with such force that the bed thuds against the wall. I grip the headboard just to anchor myself in here and not fly away.
He fucks me like he said he feels—desperate. I take it all. I made him lose control like this, and I love every arousing, carnal moment.
Coming again, my legs tremble from my powerful orgasm, but he doesn’t stop, functioning on pure lust and frustration.
“How much can you take?” he asks, husky voice tinged with uncontained lust.
“Give me all you have,” I whisper, licking my dry lips, thirsty for him to unleash himself.
“Remember, you asked for that.”
He fucks me mindless until I lose any notion of time, sense, and thought.
We leave the bed for the couch.
He thrusts into me from behind, and I moan so loud that the jungle quiets. He’s insatiable and I experience an out-of-body experience.
From the couch, we move outside.
“They will hear,” I hear myself telling him, but the protest sounds weak.
I couldn’t care less. He shed every layer of decency, revealing my baser, animalistic side that just wants to fuck her mate, not caring about anything else.
He bends me over, crouching me on all fours on the lounge bed.
Gripping my thighs, he drives inside of me. “Let them. Let them hear how I fuck the woman I’m crazy about.” He sounds hoarse, lost in pleasure.
Feeling his cock pulsing leaves me breathless as he fucks me doggy style. I come again. It’s like I haven’t stopped coming in the last hour.
He grows even bigger inside of me, making me even more aware of him conquering and rearranging my insides. With the last of my strength, I look over my shoulder. His ripped body strains, fingers digging into my flesh.
Growling, he throws his head back and comes in long spurts, filling me up with his essence.
I fall on my belly onto the lounge bed, sweaty, limp, but satisfied. I can’t move, completely boneless.
He pulls out of me, kissing along my spine sweetly, in contrast with how hard he took me—calm and satiated for now. Rolling on my back, I feel his come leaking, coating my thighs.
The stars blink above while I lie motionless, catching my breath after the most intense experience of my life.
Rushing inside, he returns with a washcloth.
On the other arm, a sheet dangles—so attentive.
I relish his care, soaking it up like it’s the very air I breathe to stay alive.
He cleanses me, placing a tender kiss on my pussy and then tucks me under the sheet, kissing along my heated skin, causing goose bumps to erupt.
With the last of my strength, I place my cheek on his chest, and he caresses my back.
“That was unbeatable.”
He chuckles. “I’m an athlete, so I am not only disciplined but competitive. Sure you want to take that road?”
I tap the tip of his nose, grinning. “I thought you’d say that. But I am all for it. That was the best sex of my life.”
He smirks, looking proud. “Was it now? We still have a few days left, and I won’t rest until I top that.”
Silence falls and I lift my chin, our eyes locking. “Ian, we could never be just… we’re so much more, but we both know why we can’t.”
He sighs, placing an arm under his neck. “It gets blurrier. Even the valid reason loses importance when you experience what it would be like…”
I know. I feel the same and I catch myself thinking of a solution. We’re adults, but my father isn’t just anyone, and I’ve always sought his approval.
The chaos of my thoughts threatens to burst my peaceful, post coital bliss.
I drop a kiss on his neck, inhaling his heady scent, him and a hint of spice.
How will I be able to return to just friends after everything that has transpired between us? It edges on the impossible and is beyond my control. I needed to explore our chemistry, ignoring the consequences and common sense. Just like the first time.
It’s not a mistake. Nothing with him ever feels like it.
It’s just heartbreaking that our love is forbidden.