Chapter 33
“If this iswhat mornings with you are going to look like, sign me up for an eternity,” I say as I toy with her body.
Lily gasps as I circle her clit with my thumb while a finger is plugged in her opening. The sound sends a blow of pure desire through me. I nip at her thigh, then the other, leaving little love bites that will blossom into marks only we’ll know about. My hands work her hard and soft at the same time, stroking every inch of silky skin while expertly building the tension coiling within her core.
Her back arches, hips tilting shamelessly into my touch as I hit that perfect rhythm. “Ethan . . .” She chokes out my name like a desperate prayer. I drink in the sight of her—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hooded with pleasure.
I can’t believe I’m so damn lucky. Lily is here, in my bed, letting me worship every delicious curve and crevice. The scent of her arousal surrounds me, a decadent perfume that has me rock-hard and ravenous. This woman, I can’t get enough of her. No matter where or how many times I have her, I want her more and more.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I rasp, voice rough with restraint. “I could watch you come undone all night.”
Lily whimpers at my words, rolling her hips in silent demand for more. She wants this as desperately as I do. No more holding back then.
I bear down, driving my fingers deeper as my mouth blazes a path along the sensitive sweep of her inner thighs. She writhes beneath me, whispering pleas and curses that only spur me on. I’m going to make this good for her. So damn good.
Lily’s head falls back, her body trembling as my fingers curl inside her. I can feel every spasm, every pulse of pleasure as I work her toward the edge. My lips never leave her skin, trailing kisses and licks that leave me dizzy with need.
She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. “Please,” she moans, and I know she’s close. The tight coil in my own body echoes hers, urging me to take what I’ve been dreaming of for too long.
I release my hold on her thigh, hand sliding up to cup her breast.
Her moans grow louder and more urgent as I work my tongue over her slick folds, seeking out every sensitive spot. I know exactly how to make her come undone, and I relish the power of being able to reduce her to a quivering mess with just my mouth.
Lily’s eyes are dark and glazed with desire as she looks up at me. I can see the question in them—why did you stop?
She trusts me enough not to ask it out loud.
I reach for the condom on the bedside table, tearing it open with practiced ease before rolling it on with aching slowness. Lily watches me intently, biting down on her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Tell me, dirty girl . . .” I murmur against her lips. “What does your wet cunt want from me?”
Lily makes a choked little sound at my words, but her hips push upwards in silent answer. I smirk and trail scorching kisses along her jawline, down the slender column of her throat. Her pulse flutters wildly beneath my lips.
She’s always so responsive to me, every nerve ending seeming to crave my touch. The power she gives me is intoxicating. With a low growl, I nip at her shoulder, leaving a light mark.
“Use that smart mouth, baby,” I rasp, dragging my tongue over her collarbone. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
Her fingers fist in my hair as I continue my descent, lavishing attention on the swell of her breasts. I can feel her quick, shallow breaths against the top of my head. Lily tries for nonchalance, but I can hear the tremor of barely restrained need.
“I want . . . I want you inside me,” she manages, low and urgent. “Stretching me, filling me up.”
Hearing those filthy words fall from her lips makes my cock throb near-painfully. I reward her by closing my mouth around one tight, pebbled nipple. She cries out, back arching as my teeth graze ever-so-lightly.
“Good girl,” I murmur in approval before licking a path down her flat stomach. She’s so goddamn perfect. “But I don’t think you’re ready.”
I settle again between her parted thighs, inhaling the heady scent of her arousal. A bead of moisture glistens at her entrance, and I can’t resist a teasing swipe of my tongue.
Lily whimpers, hips bucking helplessly as I seal my lips around that molten heat . . .
“Fuck,” she breathes as I settle myself between her thighs again. “Please . . .”
The sweet desperation in her voice threatens to undo me. But after denying this craving for so long, I want—no, need—to savor every breathtaking second.
“Not yet, baby,” I rumble, lips ghosting along her silken thigh. “I don’t think you’re ready.”
I inhale deeply, letting her intoxicating essence flood my senses before nuzzling against her slick folds. Lily writhes beneath me, trapped in the delicious torment as I lazily lap at her weeping core with broad, unhurried strokes designed to push her to the brink of ecstasy.
Her pleas for more only spur me on. I swirl my tongue in teasing circles, relishing the way her inner walls flutter with each stroke. Lily’s fingers tighten in my hair, silently urging me deeper as whimpers of pleasure spill from her lips.
Every breathless sigh, every erotic whimper is like a siren’s call begging to be answered. I could drown in the dizzying scent of her desire clouding the air around us. My own arousal strains almost painfully, begging for release, as I continue to lavish her with open-mouthed kisses and firm licks.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her slick heat before sucking her swollen bud into my mouth.
Lily cries out sharply, hips jerking as shockwaves of ecstasy rocket through her core. Her thighs squeeze around my head, thighs trembling with the exquisite tension coiling low in her belly. She’s so responsive, surrendering herself to the dizzying bliss with complete abandon.
“Ethan . . . I can’t . . .” She whimpers breathlessly, hovering right on the precipice. “Please, I need . . .”
I can feel Lily’s body tightening, the telltale signs of her impending release. But I refuse to let her tip over that edge just yet. Not until she begs me for it.
With one last flick of my tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves, I pull back and look up at her flushed face. Her eyes are dark and clouded with pleasure, hair mussed from my fingers gripping it tightly.
“What do you need, Lily?” I murmur, stroking her inner thigh with my thumb. “Tell me.”
She whimpers, torn between wanting to give in and needing to hold on a little longer. “I need . . . you,” she finally whispers, cheeks flushing even darker as she admits her desire for me.
A low groan rips from my throat at her words. It takes every ounce of self-control not to pounce on her right then and there. Instead, I lean down and press a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh before moving back up to hover over her.
“Are you sure?” I ask, knowing that once this line is crossed, there’s no going back.
Lily nods eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel me inside of her. And with that permission given, I don’t hesitate any longer.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I slowly push forward until we’re joined completely. We both gasp at the feeling of our bodies connecting in such an intimate way after so long.
But this isn’t about just satisfying primal urges or physical desires for either of us. This is about connection and trust and giving in to something so much bigger than ourselves. I begin to move slowly, trying to figure out what she wants this time. I like to please my woman, which isn’t hard.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I want you to fuck me hard and deep.”
With a low growl, I grip her thighs and yank her closer. Her nails dig into my back as I slide inside her welcoming heat. Ecstasy washes over me at the sensation of being enveloped by her tight walls.
“Like this?” I rasp, snapping my hips to drive myself deeper. “You want it rough, baby?”
“God, yes,” Lily cries out, arching her back. “Don’t hold back, Ethan. I need to feel you completely.”
Her wanton plea ignites a primal hunger within me. Grasping her hips, I pound into her with wild abandon. Lily throws her head back, little mewls of pleasure tumbling from her parted lips.
This is rapture.
This is oblivion.
This is utopia.
With Lily, I’m stripped bare, every nerve ending blazing with blessed sensation. She is my addiction, my obsession, my everything.
I’ll never get enough of her. I crave every breathless whimper, every arch of her back, every clench of her inner muscles. I want to consume her, brand her, possess her utterly.
“Mine,” I growl against the curve of her neck. “You’re mine, Lily Harper.”
“Yours,” she gasps, her eyes filled with desire and love.
I drag my cock out at just the right angle, making sure to rub against her G-spot. Lily’s back arches off the bed, her fingers clutching at the sheets as a broken moan spills from her lips.
The sight of her twisted is intoxicating. I can’t resist leaning down to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along the slender column of her throat. She tastes of salt and desperation and want.
“You like to be fucked by me, don’t you, baby?” I growl against her pulse point before sinking back into her welcoming heat.
Lily whimpers, her inner walls fluttering around me. “Yes . . . Oh God, yes . . .”
I pull almost all the way out, then slam home again, our hips meeting with a slick sound. She cries out, her nails scoring lines down my back that will surely leave marks. Good. I want to become one with her.
Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I set a punishing pace, savoring the tight heat of her clenching around me with every thrust. This angle allows me to hit that sweet spot deep inside relentlessly.
“Take it, Lily,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Take every fucking inch of me.”
Her eyes are glazed with mindless pleasure, lips parted enticingly. I can’t resist capturing that lush mouth with my own, our kiss, all teeth and tongues, and feverish need. She tastes like sin, and I’ll never get enough.
“Harder,” she breathes, eyes blazing with challenge. “Fuck me harder.”
A growl rumbles up from my chest. Gripping her thighs, I brace her legs over my shoulders, bending her nearly in half. The new angle is impossibly deep, her tight walls stretched taut around my aching length.
I pause for a beat, suspended inside her, savoring the trembling tension of her body under mine. Then with one powerful snap of my hips, I drive into her mercilessly.
Lily throws her head back with a guttural moan, her cries only spurring me on. I pound into her with punishing strokes, each one ripping sounds of abandon from those sinful lips. She takes everything I give and demands more.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp against the swell of her breast. “So tight . . . So perfect for me.”
Her inner muscles flutter wildly at my words, clenching and fluttering in delicious spasms. I can taste the salty tang of her sweat as I trail kisses along her elegant neck.
Lily writhes and whimpers, lost to the maelstrom of sensations. “I’m . . . I can’t . . .” She keens in sweet torment, teetering right on that blissful edge.
Sensing her desperation, I shift the angle once more, sheathing myself even deeper with each powerful thrust. I want to impale her on my aching length, consume her until there’s no separating where I end and she begins.
“Let go for me,” I demand roughly, swallowing her cries with a searing kiss. “Come for me, Lily . . .”
With a wild cry, Lily shatters beneath me. Her body convulses and tenses, every muscle quivering with the force of her release. I hold her tightly, riding out her orgasm with relentless thrusts until she collapses bonelessly on the bed.
I don’t stop moving, consumed by a primal need to claim her completely. Her nails dig into my flesh as she moans and writhes in pleasure, unable to form coherent words.
My own climax is building inexorably, and I can feel the familiar knot tightening in my stomach. But I refuse to let go just yet.
Instead, I slip my hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing it in quick circles. “One more for me,” I growl against her ear.
Lily’s eyes widen in shock at the bold demand, but she doesn’t hesitate to grind herself against my hand. My fingers are slick with her arousal as I work her toward another peak.
It’s all too much—the heady scent of sex surrounding us, the feel of her body pulsing around me, the sight of our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm . . . I’m lost to it all.
With one final thrust and a guttural roar, I come undone inside her. Waves of pleasure crash over me as I empty myself into Lily’s welcoming heat.
We collapse onto the bed in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat-soaked sheets. Our ragged breathing slowly returns to normal as we come down from our high.
“I love you, Lily Harper. I won’t ask you to marry me today, but know that one day I’ll ask you to be mine.”