Chapter 7
SEVEN
Foster
She’s wearing… fuck me.
She’s wearing something designed to drive a man wild. Strips of ribbon start at the sides of her breasts and curve over the swell of her breasts to join in a pretty bow right between her breasts.
Her panties are the same, with the ribbons criss-crossing over her round hips and the soft curve of her stomach to tie somewhere in the back. As she walks towards me, I see that the little bow is right about her ass, and I groan.
“Fuck, Lilliana. You look…” I trail off, at a loss for words.
Part of me wonders if I’m not dreaming right now. I mean, no way my best friend just stripped in front of me and is walking towards me, offering me everything that I’ve ever wanted in my life.
“Good?” She asks with a shy smile.
“Perfect. You look like every man’s fantasy. You’re so freaking talented. You’re going to be such a success,” I tell her, and she blushes at my praise.
“Thanks,” she says softly.
I nod, unable to tear my eyes off of her. I’ve been jerking off to images of Lilliana since my very first time. She is all that I’ve ever thought about, all that I’ve ever wanted. Even in my imagination, though, I never did her justice. I’m seeing that now.
I stare at her, trying to burn this image of her into my brain in case I need it later.
Lilliana walks closer to me, and I shift on the couch, watching her approach.
“Did you want to see my bedroom?” She asks, and I’m on my feet before either of us can so much as blink.
“Sure.”
She blushes, and I reach out, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it reassuringly. I want to tell her that we don’t have to do anything if that’s even what’s about to happen, but before I can, she turns and pulls me after her into the room to the left of the living room.
Her bedroom is bare, with a few boxes stacked up in the closet and a suitcase open with clothes spilling out next to the closet door.
She walks over to the bed and turns to face me. There’s something different in her expression. She looks vulnerable, and I wonder if she thinks that I’m going to turn her down or reject her.
As if that would ever happen.
“Lilliana,” I breathe, and she steps towards me, pressing her body against mine.
“I want you,” she whispers, staring up at me with those green eyes of hers.
Fuck. I’ve waited so long to hear her say those words.
I close my eyes, replaying her saying them over and over in my head.
Then I dip my head and for the first time in my life, I kiss my best friend.
Her lips are soft but firm against mine, and I slip my hands into her hair, holding her in place as our lips meet over and over again.
She presses against me, and I nearly come just from feeling all of her curves against me.
“Foster,” she moans against my lips, and my fingers tighten in her hair.
I kiss her until my lips are swollen and I finally feel like I’ve made up for all of the kisses I’ve wanted to give her over the last twelve years.
Lilliana pulls back and I reluctantly let her go. When I blink my eyes open, she’s watching me, her face flushed. That damn lingerie is driving me wild, and all I want to do is tear it off and bury my tongue, fingers, and cock inside of her until she screams.
My hands slide up her sides and around until I find the clasp of her bra. She shivers, arching against me as I unhook it and slide the straps down her arms.
“Goddamn,” I groan as her tits spill free.
I drop the bra at our feet and reach for her breasts, cupping the soft mounds in my hands. They fit perfectly, and I roll the stiff peaks of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers until she gasps and arches into my touch.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, and I smirk.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I tell her.
Her head tilts back and her eyes fall to half-mast as I continue to tease her nipples between my fingers.
“Foster,” she sighs, and my cock weeps in my pants at the sound of my name coming from her lips like that.
“Love hearing you say my name,” I whisper as I bow my head and trail kisses up and down her neck.
I back us up a step and then another, until the back of her legs hits the bed, and we both go tumbling down onto the mattress.
Her fingers tug on the hem of my shirt, and I happily oblige by pulling my shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind me. Her hands are on the button of my jeans, and together, we get them undone and pull them off next. My boxers go with them, and my cock points right at where it wants to be most.
“Whoa,” she breathes, her eyes locked on my dick.
Seeing her reaction is the biggest ego boost that I’ve ever had. I try to think of something to say back to that, maybe reassure her that she can take me, but before I can, she’s reaching for me.
Lilliana moans as her hand wraps around my length, and I hiss out a breath from between my teeth as she gives my cock one tentative pump.
“Fuck me,” I groan, and she giggles.
“I’m trying to.”
I grin and cup her face with one hand, pulling her mouth towards mine.
Our lips meet, and she opens for me right away, letting me slip my tongue into her mouth.
Her tongue flicks against the tip of mine, and I growl, my hand sliding around to the back of her head, and I hold her in place as our tongues battle together.
Her hand finds its way back to my dick, and I nip at her bottom lip, rolling her onto her back beneath me.
“I need a taste,” I say against her lips, and she nods excitedly.
My lips trail down her neck and over the swell of one breast. I lavish attention on the plump mound and suck her nipple into my mouth, biting down gently. When she gasps, I release her and switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
Her hips are restless beneath me, and I drop mine down, pinning her to the bed. She whines in protest, and I grin against her soft, pale skin as I make my way lower.
She spreads her legs wide for me in invitation, and I settle between her curvy thighs. Her pretty pink pussy is glistening in the low light, and my mouth waters at the sight.
I can’t wait any longer and I dive in, burying my face in her slick folds. I moan at her sweet flavor. She tastes like honey and something that is totally Lilliana.
“Foster!” She shouts, her legs clamping down on either side of my head as I find that pearl between her legs and lick it over and over again.
I moan as more of her juices spill out of her, and she cries out again as I slip one finger inside her snug channel.
“Oh! Foster! OH!” She screams, and I feel her core tightening already.
I can’t believe that my best friend is about to come all over my face.
It’s about freaking time.
I add a second finger, stretching her and getting her ready for my cock. I twist, curving my fingers up to rub against the special spot deep inside of her. I suck her clit into my mouth at the same time, and just like that, she flies over the edge and comes for me.
I lick up her juices, greedy for every drop. She twitches against me, and I smile, getting ready to lick her to another orgasm when she reaches down and tugs on my hair.
I give her one last lick before I crawl up her body and kiss her. She moans as she tastes herself on my lips, and I rock against her, my cock slipping easily against her pussy.
“I want to do you,” she says, sounding like a siren.
“You don’t have to,” I start, and she shakes her head.
“I want to. Let me taste you now,” she begs, and Jesus, I never thought that I would hear Lilliana beg me to let her suck my cock.
I roll us so that I’m on my back and she’s over me. Her curves jiggle as she sits up, and then she shuffles down my body and settles in between my legs. She lays down so that she’s level with my cock, and I grit my teeth to keep from coming already.
“Lilliana,” I start, unsure of what I’m even going to say.
She wraps her fingers around my length, and I hiss out a curse.
“I might be terrible at this,” she warns me, and I swallow.
“You’re already the best that I’ve ever had.”
She smiles, emboldened by my words, and I watch, lying still as a statue, as she bends her head and wraps her lips around the tip of my cock.
“So fucking hot,” I groan, and her tongue flicks against the tip of my dick.
Her head starts to bob up and down my length, and I curse under my breath. I’m not going to last long, but I’m determined to let her explore me as much as she wants.
“Shit, Lilliana,” I moan, and she hums in pleasure around me. “Fuck, I’m going to come, baby. You have to stop.”
She sucks harder, and I swear in earnest now.
“Let me fuck you, baby,” I plead, and that gets her attention.
She lets go of my cock with a pop, and I look down to see her saliva coating me. That sight and the way that she’s looking up at me from beneath her eyelashes almost has me coming all over her face.
“Come here,” I order, reaching for her.
I pull her up and roll her under me, tugging her back when we both almost roll off of her full-size bed.
I can’t wait to have her in my king-size bed. Then we can really spread out.
I reach up, pinching one of her nipples, and she gasps, arching up off of the bed. My cock nudges at her opening, and we both seem to hold our breaths as I push in an inch and then another.
Her breath lets out in a whoosh as I thrust into her fully, popping her cherry and marking her as mine.
Part of me can’t believe that this is happening. She’s so tight, so hot and silky smooth, wrapped around my cock. She’s squeezing me like a fist and I have to close my eyes and grit my teeth to stop from coming instantly.
“Foster,” she moans, and I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her vanilla scent.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, and she nods.
“So much better than I imagined,” she agrees.
My heart skips a beat at her words. Has she been imagining being with me?
I start to move in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm that appears to be driving both of us crazy. Lilliana’s hips move against mine in perfect sync, and I bite the inside of my lip until I taste blood, trying to hold off my impending orgasm.
I know that I won’t be able to last much longer so I reach between us, finding her clit and rubbing my thumb over it in tight circles. Her pussy tightens around me even more, and I grind my teeth together.
“So good. Best damn thing that I’ve ever felt,” I tell her, and she moans, her fingers digging into my biceps.
I can tell that she’s close, too, and I watch her face as I pound into her. Her eyes start to glaze over slightly and her mouth opens on a silent scream as her thighs squeeze my hips.
“Foster!” She chokes out, and hearing her say my name as she comes is too much for me.
I follow her over the edge, coming inside of her as I bury my face in her neck.
We both remain still, trying to catch our breath as we come down from our peaks. I kiss her neck softly as I gently pull out of her. I head to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean her up, and when I return, I find Lilliana fast asleep.
I smile to myself, cleaning up between her legs and tucking her under the covers before I slide in on the other side and pull her into my arms.
I want to tell her that I love her, that I’ve always loved her, but I guess that will have to wait for the morning.
I fall asleep that night with my best friend in my arms and a smile on my face.