56. I Will Buy You a Hundred Good Bras
Jesus Fucking Christ on a unicycle.How is it possible for a person to be this turned on and not burst into flames or ignite a galaxy? Because I really, really feel like I could ignite a fucking universe of galaxies as I carry Lily up the stairs. Her legs are wrapped so tight around me that my hips are going to be bruised tomorrow, and each step bounces her against my dick. By the time we get to the top of the stairs, I”m sure it”s either going to snap in two from the pressure of these too tight pants or tear right through them like a goddamn dandelion pushing through a sidewalk.
She keeps her legs wrapped around me when I lower her to the bed, forcing me on top of her. ”I don”t want to stop touching you either,” I say. ”But we need to get these clothes off, baby, or this won’t be any different from the time I woke up humping my pillow when I was going through puberty.”
The warm staccato of her laugh pulses on the delicate skin just below my bottom lip, and it takes every bit of my willpower to not force my lips down onto hers. ”Did you seriously hump a pillow like a dog?” she asks.
I arch my head back and howl. It”s probably the stupidest thing I”ve ever done, but she laughs again. I will spend the rest of my life doing stupid shit for this girl if that”s what she wants.
”Well, the mood is officially killed now.” She sneers and rests her palms flat against me, but she doesn”t try to push me away.
I cup her breasts through her sweater, drawing slow circles around her erect nipples. ”So that means you don”t want this?”
Her breathing grows shallow again, and she closes her eyes. ”Definitely not.”
”None of this either?” I slide the sweater up, letting my fingers glide across her skin. She draws in a sharp breath. When I get to the band of her bra, I slip my hands under it and find her nipples again. I tease them with the tips of my middle fingers. A moan sparks in the back of her throat.
”Careful, that”s my good bra.”
”I will buy you a hundred good bras, but I need to get you all the way out of this one right now.” I angle myself backwards to give her room. Faster than I ever could, she”s got her sweater and bra off and on the floor beside the bed. Now the only thing I can focus on are those breasts. They”re the most perfect pair of tits I”ve ever seen. And all I can think is that these are mine. She is mine.
I lean forward and take her into my mouth. First her left nipple and then her right. I suck hard on each one, and she arches back into the mattress. ”So I guess you”re not in the mood for this either?” She draws her mouth into a tight line and shakes her head. ”Me either.” I fall back onto her breasts like I”m starving, and they”re the only food in the entire state of Utah.
She brings her hands to my back and pulls me tighter to her. Her fingernails dig like a claw into my flesh, and I hope they leave ten perfect crescents marking me as hers. Tomorrow when we walk into that arena, I want all the marks on our bodies to scream that we belong to each other. I don”t want anyone to have a single goddamn doubt about whether I belong to this woman, and I want them all to know that she belongs to me.
I bite gently on her nipple, just enough to send a wave of electricity through her. To distract her, as I press a hand to her stomach and skate it under her jeans. Under her panties. Every centimeter closer, the temperature goes up. She”s so hot I don”t know how she can stand it.
”Brant,” she whimpers.
”Tell me what you want, Jams.” I mumble the words into her breast.
She presses her heels into my ass like she”s spurring a horse, and I slide my hand lower, finding what I”m searching for. ”Brant.” Her word is nothing more than a breath.
”You want this?”
She nods her head so hard the bed shudders under us.
”Then tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.” I want to hear her say it. I want to hear it in that cute little voice of hers that gets rusty when she”s turned on. ”Tell me, Lily. What do you want?” My voice is strained. The back of my throat rumbles as I say it.
”My purse.”
I jerk my head up to look at her. My hand is frozen in place, finger pressed against her clit. She squirms against me, but I don”t move. ”Your… what?”
She moans and rocks her hips, rubbing herself on my finger, but I”m not going to let her come like this. I take my hand away. Her eyes open, and she gives me the saddest look I”ve ever seen. I can”t hold out long against that look. ”Purse. I have... lube in there,” she pants. ”Need lube... before...”
I roll back. She releases her legs, and I open the drawer of the bedside table and pull out the bottles I bought, just waiting for this moment. I set the green and white and blue and purple bottles on the bed beside her. Four bottles like it”s a store display.
Lily props herself up on an elbow. ”You have lube in your nightstand? Lots of lube.” She eyes the bottles and then me.
”For you. I didn”t know if you have a preference, so I wanted to have a variety.”
”You...”
”Spent time researching the best ways to pleasure the woman I love? You”d better fucking believe I did.”
She draws in her lower lip and bites down as she stares at me. Under her breath, she mumbles, ”I love you so much,” almost like she”s afraid for me to hear it.
”I know. I knew long before you even knew.”
”You”re so arrogant.”
I chuckle. ”That is definitely not something many people say about me.” I turn my attention to the lubes. ”If you don”t like any of these, I”ll get the one from your purse.”
”This one.” She taps a fingernail on the blue plastic bottle.
I lean over her, brushing my lips on the space between her breasts, and kiss a line down to her navel. A pretty pale blue waistband peeks out from under her jeans, and I moan into the soft skin of her stomach. ”These need to come off.” I lick her skin just above the waistband and watch as the goosebumps erupt along her stomach.
”Those need to come off too.” I look up and see her pointing at my pants, and I nod. I rock to my feet. Just as I start to tug them down, she leans forward and puts her hand on mine. ”Let me.”
Her fingers explore the skin where my joggers meet my body. She traces the line to the sides and back to the front, and it”s my turn for goosebumps to pebble my skin. The base of my dick tightens, and when she finally eases her fingers under the material, I blow out the shaky breath I”d been holding.
She doesn”t jerk the pants down the way I would have. The way I want to rip hers off her. Instead, her fingers caress my skin the way a person might move their fingertip over a delicate map, as if she”s committing it all to memory. The bumps of my skin, the feel of my hairs as her fingers weave through them. I close my eyes. I want to remember everything about this too. She moves lower, and her warm fingers brush my cock. My entire body tenses, but she circles her fingers up. Away. ”Fuck, Lily. I need…” The only sound I can get to come out is a long guttural groan.
”Use your words, Brant. Tell me what you want.”
This is so very unfair to turn this around on me. ”You”re awful.”
”The worst. That”s why we”re perfect together. Now say it.” She swoops her fingers back to my dick. This time, she doesn”t just tease them across the top. She massages a finger against the base, and my eyes roll back in my head.
”I want to be inside you.”
She leans forward, kissing my stomach just below my navel, then she sucks the skin into her mouth. A sharp sting spreads out and fades away. ”Mmm?” She does it again. And again. And who the hell is this woman?
”Please.” I”ve never begged a woman before. I”ve never had to. My entire life, every woman has given me exactly what I wanted when we were in the bedroom. But I really think Lily would let me suffer all night. Even though I can see that she wants this every bit as much as I do, she wants to make me work for it. ”Please, baby. I need to be in you. Please.” Her teeth close on my skin just as I say it, and it comes out as a whimper and a whine and a plea.
”Well...” She drags her tongue up the center of my stomach, and fire erupts along the line. How is this skin so sensitive? ”You did ask nicely. And it does sound like a wonderful idea.”
”The best idea I”ve ever had.”
”And it would be a shame to waste all this lube you bought.” She takes the blue bottle and holds it between her hands as she nods at me.
It”s the only signal I need. I rip my pants and underwear down my legs so hard that the skin on the back of my thighs burns.
”Hello again, little fellow.” She leans forward and kisses the tip of my cock, and I”m tempted to wrap my hand in her hair and fuck that pretty, teasing mouth of hers. But there”s something I want to fuck even more.
I guide her shoulders back to the mattress, and she lets the lube fall beside her. She stares up at me as I unfasten her jeans. Her eyes are burning and almost pure black in the dim light of the room. Her pink lips are separated just a centimeter. Just enough for me to see her drag her tongue across the inside of her bottom lip. Christ. I tug the jeans down her legs. When I get below her knees, I stop so she can toe off her sneakers. Then with one yank, I pull them off. I hear them land somewhere behind me, but my eyes are glued on her. On that pussy. I”ve seen it. I”ve tasted it. But this? Right now, it is absolutely everything to me. The center of my orbit, and I am going to worship it the way our ancestors worshipped the sun.
I fumble in the open drawer of the bedside table until I find the loose strip of condoms, bought at the same time I bought the lube. I rip one free. Just as I tear the foil, she puts her hands over mine, and she takes the condom from me. ”Do you want to do it?” I ask.
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth for just a second and then lets it spring back out. ”Are you clean?”
The pressure behind my dick becomes unbearable. ”What are you asking?”
”I am. Clean, I mean. And obviously, I can”t get pregnant.”
”Baby, you haven”t had my sperm in your pussy. It”s powerful enough to get anybody pregnant.”
We both burst into laughter. ”That was so stupid.”
”But you love me anyway.”
”But I love you anyway,” she says.
”I”m clean. I was tested a few months ago, and there hasn”t been anyone since…” Lily nods. ”Is this how you like it?”
”I”ve never tried it this way. I”ve never trusted anyone before you.” Something other than my cock swells when she says that. Pride. Love. Responsibility for this woman. ”I don”t want anything between us,” she says, and I nod.
Lily lies back onto the bed, and this time I move with her. I spread her legs wider with a nudge from my knee, and I take my cock in my hand. Breath escapes from her lips in a low hiss as I drag its head along her slit. I sweep it up and down and then take the bottle of lube, squeezing a few drops into the palm of my hand and rubbing it along my length. I add a few more. Then I trace a finger from the base to the tip, gathering some of the lubricant, and I run it along her folds. Up and back. I stop and hold my finger just outside her opening, and I look up at her. She lifts her head, and I could come just from seeing her face look at me like this. Like I”m the only person in the world for her. Just like she is for me.
I slip my lubricated finger inside her and watch as her shoulders roll back, her head drops to the mattress, and she gasps. I move it in further and pull out. Back in. Stroking her. I add another finger and curl them inside her. When she gasps again and tightens around me, I know I”ve found the spot I wanted. I lean over her as I keep working that area. ”Do you like that?” I whisper in her ear.
”No... I”m about to come... because I hate it so much... please, Brant.” I swear her voice curls up an octave from the beginning to the end of my name. It”s enough to almost make me explode.
”Say it, Jams.”
She heaves a couple of deep breaths as I torment her with my fingers. Her muscles tighten, threatening to crush them, but I still work them against the wall of her pussy. I”m never going to forget exactly where this spot is.
”Fuck me. Please.”
”I love the way you sound when you beg.” A growl is the only answer she gives as I ease my dick inside her. I move slowly, just centimeters at a time.
But it”s not enough for her. She thrusts her hips down, forcing more of me inside her. ”What are you doing? A thousand-year-old sea turtle would move faster than you.”
”Are you okay?”
”No!” Her shout is so loud the neighbors might hear it.
”I mean with this. Me. Inside you with...” I know I”m larger than average. And I know that I couldn”t bear it if I hurt her by moving too fast or too deep.
”For the love of god, Brant, you won’t break me. Now start fucking me. I”m on the edge, and the only thing that”s going to keep this from being the best orgasm I”ve ever had is you treating me like you could rip me apart with your wondercock.”
I lean back so she can see my smile. ”Do you really think it”s won?—”
”Brant!”
Right. I study her face as I move deeper inside her, until I know she”s taken all she can. Then I pull back and drive into her in earnest. I watch her face for any sign of pain as I push myself into her again and again. Her mouth hangs open now as she sucks in quick shallow breaths, but her eyes are pinched closed as each plunge rocks her up and back on the mattress. She wasn”t lying when she said she was on the edge. But instead of pushing her harder toward it, I slow down.
She scratches into my back again, but I keep the steady pace. I reach between us and find her clit with my thumb. Her eyes whip to mine as I press against it and begin circling. ”Good girl, I want to look into your eyes as I make you scream my name.”
”What—”
She”s not able to say more than the one word before her back arches. She starts to flutter around my dick, and her legs tense around my hips. ”That”s my girl. Eyes on me.” I catch her just as her gaze starts to drift to the ceiling over my shoulder. ”There you go.”
”Brant?” She scrunches her face, and I can tell she”s trying to hold back. ”You?”
”Right fucking here, Jams.” Shit, my breaths are starting to catch now, and my cock is beginning to pulse. ”Right fucking behind you.”
”Brant!” She throws her hips, forcing even more of me inside her as her entire body trembles beneath me. ”Brant… Brant… Brant!” My name becomes a call with every thrust into her, and then I shudder. Hearing my name... feeling her come around my cock is doing something to me that I never knew could happen. But holy fuck, is it happening. I bite down on my lip so hard that I taste the iron tang of blood as I push into her. The fluid erupting from my cock mixes with the lube inside her and gives each thrust a slipping sound. And I keep thrusting.
Her breaths are short and erratic, matching mine. I”m spent. My balls ache from the release now, but I never want to stop. I push into her again and again. Her nails that pressed so hard into me it felt like someone had driven them in, release. But it”s not until her hands fall limp to her sides that I give myself permission to do the same.
I roll beside her, lace my fingers through hers, and pull her hand to my chest. To the symbol of us. My heart is beating faster than it has it years, and I want her to feel it. I want her to feel what she does to me.
”That was amazing,” she whispers after a couple of minutes of lying still.
”It was. A definite three stars out of five.”
”Hey!” She rolls over to slap my shoulder with her free hand. ”Jerk.”
I press a kiss to her temple. It”s covered in the sheen of her sweat, and I can taste her salt. ”Every second I”m with you is amazing. Just knowing you”re mine is five out of five. That? That was beyond the scale. Oh, and a jerk wouldn”t clean you up afterward, so I expect an apology.” I sit up and wink at her before getting a wet washcloth from the bathroom.
”I”ve been thinking,” she says when I get back. Her thighs involuntarily tighten as I ease the washcloth along her sensitive skin. ”I might have a few ideas about how I can apologize for calling you a jerk.”
”Oh?” I look up and raise an eyebrow. She nods and takes the washcloth from my hand, flinging it somewhere over my shoulder.