Chapter 7
Seven
TILLY
“Ineed to taste you, Tilly,” Leland’s husky voice was muffled as he sucked on her neck and then bit down on her shoulder. The weight of his body felt so good against her. Like a protective blanket she never wanted to be released from.
“Yes,” she answered, without knowing what he meant. The way he was eating at her now was unlike any meal she’d ever partaken in.
“Come,” he said gruffly, rolling off of her. “Come sit on my face.”
And she should have recoiled at the thought. The invitation. But instead her body melted on the spot. Wanting only to experience what he asked.
And his hands helped her.
“Give me that delicious pussy,” His voice tingled her nipples. And then his tongue was on her. In her. And everything tingled. She nearly lost her balance until she put her hands on the headboard.
“Leland!” she screamed as he lapped at her.
Her mouth salivated. Leland was dining on her. And she…she peeked over her shoulder at his stiff rod jutting straight up into the air.
“Wait,” she called hoarsely. And in an awkward move above his head, she managed to say, “I want to taste you, too.”
“Fuck…” he groaned, heavy lidded, as his hips arched up.
She dropped herself back down on his mouth as her breasts rubbed against his belly where a small trail of hair led her straight to his manhood. And then she licked him. Like a sweetmeat.
And she could feel herself dripping, the same way she could see beads of moisture coming from his staff.
His tongue inside of her. And then the way he suctioned. Instantly, her mouth was around his cock. And she could feel the restrain of his hips, wanting to buck up but holding back. So she sucked him deeper just as her insides coiled tightly.
An entirely new form of wave was mounting inside of her. Like she was the beach. The sand. Waiting for impact.
Another lick. A kiss. And then more sucking.
The wave coming inside of her was so intense she screamed, popping her lips off of his cock.
She felt a release throughout her entire body, welling up from her belly, crashing over her chest, and washing out through her limbs.
She felt a small flood leave her body, and eyes closed, heard his grunt and a warm liquid hit her chest. It dripped between her breasts.
“Tilly.” Leland caressed her back, turning her to face him. “I couldn’t last. God, you felt so good. Tasted so good.’
When she swiveled on his torso to meet his gaze, his eyes widened at the sight.
It was pure instinct what she did next, but the warm fluid felt too good. She put her palm in it and rubbed it down her belly, closer to the place where she was still throbbing. Her thighs, still wrapped around his ribs, felt him stiffen.
“Fuck, Tilly. Give me two minutes, darling.” His hands went to her bottom and squeezed. “You want more?”
Completely given over to her body—to him—she nodded weakly. That pink leatherbound book’s pages flashing in her mind.
“How do you want it, Tilly? What does your body crave? Do you want me deep inside of you, darling? Down here?” He dragged a finger through her slick folds, and she trembled.
Then she watched as he put his finger in his mouth and sucked, long and hard.
“Leland,” she whimpered. “You make me feel wicked. But so good.”
“You are good, Tilly. Not get on your knees.”
She couldn’t do anything other than obey his commanding voice. A voice she had always trusted. A voice that she had loved for far too long.
“Later, we’ll take it slow, darling. But I know how you want it right now.”
And then he was behind her. She was on her elbows. Bottom in the air, bared to him. But she trusted him. Wanted him. Needed him so bad. That release from earlier had been a glimpse of what she wanted again.
“You’re so wet. So ready for me.” She could feel his manhood at her entrance, where his mouth had been, and she shook. Shook from the memory that was so powerful she could still feel it.
“That’s it, Tilly. I’m going to fill you up, darling. Just how you need it.” That voice ripped through her, tore into her heart and stirred up every emotion she had tried to hide from him all these years.
When his tip slid into her, she moaned heavily. In relief. In anticipation. “Lee, give me more.”
She felt one of his hands grab her hip and dig his fingers in.
“Say it again, Tilly.”
“Give me more.”
“With what you just called me.”
“Lee—”
His manhood pushed into her, and she whimpered again, pushing her weight onto her elbows.
“That’s a good girl. Take it, Tilly. I’ve got more to give you.”
“I want more.”
“What do you have to say to get more, darling?”
“I want more, Lee.”
And she felt herself stretch around him as he pushed all the way home. Her hands fisted the sheet as he began rocking into her. Gently. With his other hand now free, he placed it on her lower back, overlapping onto her bottom, pushing her in a soft rhythm.
“You feel so good inside of me, Lee.”
“I’m going to move more now, darling.”
“Yes—”
He thrust into her before she could finish her plea, thus rendering it a long, high-pitched mewl.
He was inside of her. Giving her everything. Thrusting. Guiding her. Loving her body. And all she could think was, finally.
Finally, she had the man she loved loving her.
Finally, she had broken through his starchiness.
Finally, he had lost control around her. Because of her.
Finally, they were together.
Finally, he shot into her and she screamed her second release.