Chapter 8 #2
Every part of my body screams out for more as he presses kisses to my other breasts, before moving further down, his tongue dipping briefly into my navel, making me giggle despite myself.
But the giggles dry up when his hands reach the waistband of my skirt, his fingers hooking into the fabric. “Lift,” he commands.
I do, and he pulls my skirt and panties down and off my legs in one motion, tossing them to the floor behind us, leaving me bare and exposed. I freeze, suddenly self-conscious, but then his gaze drops between my legs, and the raw hunger I see in his eyes drives out any chance for embarrassment.
“Fuck, Lilly,” he breathes. “You’re already so wet.”
“For you.” I look straight into his eyes, so he can see how badly I want this.
Want him.
Luke
I’m breaking every rule there is. If I had an HR department, I’d be so screwed.
Only I am the HR department.
And Lilly’s right, we’re off the clock.
Besides, this is mutual. She wants this. She’s practically begged me.
I can try to justify this however I need to, but I’m not an idiot. I know I’m crossing a line.
A big one. And once we do, there’s no going back.
But I can’t think about that right now.
Not when she’s lying in front of me, naked and gorgeous, breathless and needy.
God, she’s beautiful. Her creamy pale skin flushed the slightest shade of pink in the dim light. Her dark hair fanned out over the pillows, her chest and those perfect, round tits, rising and falling with every breath.
My mouth finds hers again in a demanding kiss that tells her exactly what’s about to happen.
She melts into it, arching up while her hands laced through my hair tug me down.
I swallow her soft moan, my tongue stroking her slow and deep until I pull back enough to see her pupils blown wide with desire.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice rough. “All spread out for me. Mine.”
Her whole body shivers, and I grip her thighs, forcing them wider before dragging my thumb up her slit, spreading her wetness.
She gasps with the touch, her hips jerking, but I pin them in place, a dark satisfaction curling in my gut at how responsive she is.
I take my time, stroking my fingers through her wet folds, being sure to spend extra time on the hard bud of her clit. My thumb swirls tight circles while my fingers explore her until she’s shaking and moaning. “You ever been touched like this, Lilly?”
She shakes her head from side to side, her eyes squeezed tight.
I pull my hand away, and her eyes fly open.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” My lips twitch into a grin when she realizes I plan on making her a very active participant. “Have you ever been touched on your sweet pussy like this?”
"No.” The word is little more than a squeak, and I resume my ministrations, this time slipping one thick finger into her impossibly tight channel. Her eyes widen with the intrusion.
“You’re so tight,” I tell her as I add another finger.
Her body tenses reflexively. “Relax. You can take it.” Slowly, I begin moving my fingers, letting her adjust to their presence before I curl them up and press into the upper wall of her channel.
She cries out, her hands slipping to my shoulders in a tight grip.
I thrust hard and deep, stroking the spot that makes her back bow off the bed. Her fingernails dig into my skin through my shirt. I use my free hand to grip her hip and hold her down, anchoring her to the bed.
“Ssh,” I murmur, continuing to pump steadily, my thumb finding her clit again, rubbing tighter and tighter circles. “Take it, Lilly. Take it all. Your sweet little virgin cunt is so tight, but you can do this.”
She’s trembling, her breath coming in short pants as she cries out with each thrust. Her inner muscles are fluttering around my fingers, and I know she’s close. “Have you ever come before, Lilly?”
She nods and quickly adds, “Yes.”
“With a man?”
“No,” she admits, and a surge of something primal fills me, knowing I’ll be the first to make her come. “Please, Luke.”
I don’t slow my pace, lowering myself to kiss her again. Harder, I take the kiss from her, sucking on her bottom lip. “Not yet, sweetheart.” I pull my hand away. “But soon.”
She groans, but doesn’t have time to complain as I replace my hand with my mouth.
“Oh.” She tries to jump back, but I’m quick to grab her and pull her closer. I don’t need to ask to know she’s never had a man’s mouth on her perfect pink pussy. The thought sends a fresh jolt of heat to my cock that’s already painfully hard and ready for release.
It doesn’t take long before she’s vibrating against my lips. Breathy moans slip from her lips, and her hands scrabble at the sheets, her knuckles white. She’s holding back, trying to be quiet.
I don’t want quiet. I want her to feel all of it, and more than that, I want to hear it.
“Come for me,” I say, my voice a rough whisper against her pussy. “Let go. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
I don’t give her a choice as I suck her clit, hard, between my lips and flick my tongue fast and sharp as I drive my fingers deep inside her with relentless pressure.
She shatters.
A loud, broken cry tears from her throat. Her entire body tenses, her muscles clamping down hard around my fingers in hot, pulsing waves. She gushes around me, her release soaking my beard as she lets go completely.
When I finally lift my head, her eyes are squeezed tightly shut, her body limp and boneless. For the first time since I met her, she’s totally, one hundred percent relaxed.
She’s gorgeous and absolutely perfect in her vulnerability.
And all I can think of as I gaze down at her with my cock throbbing and aching in my pants is how badly I want to give her exactly what she asked me for.