Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
LILLY
The second his lips press onto mine, I moan into his mouth—loving the feeling, loving everything about him. How I’ve yearned for his mouth on mine, lighting up my entire being.
His hand snakes around my waist and my chest bursts with this all-encompassing love. Us not being together ends right now. I am done craving him when I can have him.
He holds onto me like he’ll never let me go, and I embrace the madness fully. We kiss until we gasp for air.
Brushing his nose against my cheek, he buries his face in the crook of my neck, where he places a kiss that inflames the passion. I’ve missed this so much; I am trembling with desire.
He looks so peaceful right now, his features losing any trace of hardship. He smiles and I return it, feeling at ease—at peace with my decision.
Eyes locked, he rasps, “Hi, flower girl.”
“Hi, reckless boy.”
He stands up with me in his arms. “Can I have you?”
“You can. Never ask that again,” I breathe out.
I am his and if I don’t feel him inside of me, I will go mad. Months. It’s been excruciating, months filled with intense longing. I am done.
We can talk later, but now it’s time for our bodies to get reacquainted. With my legs and arms locked around his back, he carries me to his bed, our bed.
He places me down, and everything suddenly becomes clear as I return to the place I should have never left. It’s my prerogative to be with him.
He undresses me with a gentleness that has my chest brimming with emotions.
“I want to take my time. Show you my desperation with every kiss, my need with every touch, how much I love you with every thrust. You have consumed me.”
“You’re all-consuming,” I murmur.
“And you’re mine. Tell me you’re mine. All mine. Just fucking mine.” His voice is a rasp that tugs at my heartstrings.
He finds my eyes—the love shining in his warms my chest like he thrust a sun to beam inside me.
“I’m yours, Ian. No one else’s. Yours. All yours, even beyond my last breath.”
In just my thong, I pull at his T-shirt with jerky movements, no patience left in my body. He quickly discards his jeans and boxers.
His cock juts out, hard and ready for me. A tremor skitters through my body as a wave of desire crashes into me when I see his magnificent, naked body.
I am eager and wanton. After so long, I just want to feel him inside of me already.
I am on the verge, needing him to take the edge off. But he has other plans, because he crawls on top of me, taking one pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking on it while he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger.
I could come just like that, the pleasure maddeningly good.
He frees it with a pop, his eyes darkening with hunger. He can feast on me as if I am his offering. I don’t care.
“I never thought I’d be able to feel this for anyone, baby. But it feels like I have been made to love you.”
I feel the same. Our mouths come together in a passionate kiss.
My hands glide over the planes of muscles, grazing my fingertips over the ridges.
“I need you inside of me,” I say in a voice laced with desperation, betraying my need.
He settles between my legs, and I spread my thighs wider in invitation, welcoming him back in.
“Oh, flower girl. No day will pass when I won’t take care of my perfect girl and her greedy pussy.”
His hands dig into my thighs, closing his eyes as he licks my slit with voracious laps, biting into my clit.
I buck up at the shot of pleasure, but he places a hand on my stomach, keeping me in place. He eats me out, humming low in his throat, enjoying it just as much.
When his fingers come into play as well, I can only take what he offers—an unbound pleasure followed by a mind blowing orgasm. My vision dots with twinkling stars as he propels me higher and higher.
The release reverberates through me, and I squeeze his head between my thighs. My legs tremble in the wake of bliss.
He kisses along my thigh, nibbling on the sensitive skin as he crawls on top of me.
This moment, while heavy with carnal lust, holds something precious too, like our love making seals our lives—irrevocably binding us together.
His eyes find mine, and there’s a promise reflected in our gaze. This is a new beginning.
My hand shoots to his cock, and I pump his length up and down. Can’t wait to feel his meaty cock inside of me, stretching and filling me. Nothing compares to him owning me from within. A shiver rocks my feverish body at the thought alone.
He throws his head back, the vein in his neck throbbing. “Put me inside of you. I’m fucking dying to get back inside my paradise.”
My hand trembles as I guide it to my slick entrance.
He slips inside of me, inch by inch, prolonging the pleasure. We both moan at the exquisite sensation and unparalleled satisfaction.
Interlacing our fingers above my head, he pushes himself to the hilt inside of me. “How I missed your pussy.”
“She missed you too,” I whimper.
A low growl rumbles in his chest. “Yeah, taking my cock so well, hungry to be stuffed with my cum.”
The best man with a dirty mouth. I am one lucky girl.
My fingernails dig into his back as he lifts my knee. At this angle, he gets even deeper inside of me. So full, I suck in a breath.
“You’re so deep,” I moan.
A groan rocks his chest. “You can take me, because you’re my good girl who has been craving my cock.”
“Badly,” I murmur, overwhelmed by the best kind of sensations.
“I’m here, baby, taking care of my pussy,” he says gutturally, just as affected as me.
“Yours.”
It’s a wonder I can still be coherent.
His cock pushes in and out of me in a slow rhythm. I cry out, chasing my release unabashedly.
I come again on a strangled breath, sweaty and panting but wanting more—insatiable.
He switches me to all fours and kisses along my spine. “Hold the headboard but eyes on me.”
I follow his command and watch him over my shoulder, looking back at me as if I am his most treasured possession. I feel cherished, loved, adored—an intense, best kind of combination.
Gripping my waist, he buries himself inside of me, stealing the breath from my lungs. I let out the longest moan yet, echoing around us with carnal frenzy and shameless passion.
Our skin slaps together in euphoric union.
From slow and gentle to hard and fast, he takes me on a sensuous ride I never want to get off.
I feel him getting bigger inside of me, throbbing with his impending release.
He’s almost there. With a hard thrust that rocks the bed, he throws his head back, groaning as he comes.
Warmth coats my walls as he spills inside of me, and I constrict my pussy around his grith—wanting to keep him inside me.
He cocks his head, eyeing me with hooded eyes. “Yes, drain my cock of every drop. My cum is meant to be inside of you.” He pulls out and cups my pussy.
I shudder as he scoops his release and shoves it back inside of me.
Sounds of pure satisfaction fill my ears, making them ring.
Then he drops next to me, closing his arms around me. I lay there spent and satisfied—feeling boneless as he caresses down the valley of my breasts, and I snuggle further into him.
“That’s it. I’m never letting you go and fuck if we go back to being just friends.” His tone has a sense of finality to it.
“I can’t do that anymore,” I admit.
“Good.”
We kiss again and sleep drags me under, content and at peace with my decision.
Waking up next to him after our night together warms my chest, pure emotions overwhelming me. With his cheek propped on his fist, he gazes at me.
“Afraid I’d disappear?” I ask teasingly.
“No, just contemplating my woman in my bed. Finally.”
I giggle. “Possessive, aren’t we?”
He arches an arrogant brow. “You know that.”
A pensive look crosses his face, and I caress his cheek with the back of my hand.
“Why last night?” he asks softly.
I confess, “That need for more tipped my rationality over. I knew in that moment I’d do anything to be with you. It has come to a point where if I go another day without us being together, I’ll succumb to distress.”
He exhales a deep breath ringing of relief before he dips his head for a kiss. “Let’s get in the tub.”
He takes my hand, and I love how he seems incapable of not touching me. We have a lot of time to make up for.
Inside the bathroom, he turns on the faucet. As the water fills the tub, I add bath oil, and bubbles create scented clouds on the surface.
He gets in first and helps me in.
The warm water soothes my soreness, and the bubbles caress along my back, floating around like candy cones.
My cheek rests on his chest, and he trails his hand lazily over my side.
In his arms, the world around me disappears while he creates a new one for me from scratch—laying a foundation of love with bricks made of dreams.
“Lilly, promise me something right here and now. I can’t go back to how things were.”
I turn in his arms, placing my chin on my crossed hands over his chest. A pensive look shadows his features.
I feel panic bubbling inside of me. “Something happened yesterday, right?”
He nods, sighing as he takes a loofah and washes my back.
“Tell me.”
“First, promise me.”
The fear of losing me is clear in his clipped tone. That would be impossible. I am his.
“I promise,” I say, kissing his chest.
He drags a hand through his hair. “I’m benched for a game.”
The words boom down on me like thunder, stirring a storm to ravage my insides.
I dart to scoot up when he keeps me there.
Gulping, I glance at him. “Because of what happened in front of the club, right?”
“Yes. The videos got posted and…”
Guilt cramps my throat, making it hard to form words. “I’m sorry. It was my fault.”
The corners of his eyes crinkle. “No, it was the fault of that fucking dick.”
“Ian.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. “Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.”
His plea undoes me.
That’s why he insisted. I drag a lungful of air and palm his face.
“This is not the first time I’ve gotten you into trouble.” The knowledge twists my heart, hating to cause him any harm.