LILY’S LIFE LESSON #16
Scratch lesson #5, because sexting definitely isn’t better than the real thing.
Lily could no more stop herself from wrapping around Trace any more than she could stop the sun from setting in the west. Yes, he was her boss. Yes, she’d played with fire in the past and gotten burned.
Yes, she was going to roll the dice again with Trace because he was a different kind of man, and she trusted him.
His smoldering kisses left a burning trail over her rib cage, then her stomach. Everywhere his lips touched, her muscles involuntarily tensed into balls of fire that singed every nerve ending she possessed, and she moaned.
“That’s what I want to hear.” He circled her belly button with the tip of his tongue.
She fisted his hair in one hand. “You do things to my body I didn’t think possible.”
He chuckled against her belly, his breath making her skin pebble. Then he slid both hands under her ass and flexed his fingers into her flesh.
Need crashed through her, and she pulled at his shoulder. “Trace.” Her tone was practically begging him. “I want you. Now.”
“Babe, this is one thing we’re doing my way.” His breathy whisper against the dark triangle where her thighs met caused a shudder to rush from the top of her head to the tips of her curling toes. “Promise I’ll get the job done to your satisfaction.” There was a smile in his words.
He settled between her thighs and placed a hot openmouthed kiss on the inside of one leg, then the other. And he did the same at her center.
She cried out as his heated breath and his wonderful tongue washed over the thin fabric of her panties, creating just enough friction to drive her insane. She writhed under him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
True to his naughty text, he moved the small strip of lace aside, and his mouth closed over her center.
Nothing prepared her for the electrifying shock of pure bliss that scorched across every cell in her body. “Trace!” she screamed.
He chuckled against her throbbing nub. “The walls aren’t soundproof, babe.”
“I don’t care.” And at that moment she didn’t. The only thing she cared about was his mouth and his tongue and his fingers fulfilling the long-overdue promise of his erotic text. She hooked her legs around his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t speak. Didn’t have to. Their bodies communicated in a way that didn’t require words. The suckling movement of his mouth and the stroking of his tongue were rhythmic and controlled, coaxing her closer to the edge. But the punishing way his hands gripped her thighs said his self-restraint was hanging on by a thread. He was obviously gritting it out to satisfy her with the loveliest swipes of his tongue and the warmth of his mouth.
Lily clutched at the edge of the sofa cushion to hold on to her sanity as long as she could. She’d never been wanted like this. Never been worshipped like this. And it made her body come alive like never before.
The incredible sensation became almost painful, and just when she thought she couldn’t stand it another minute, he eased two fingers inside, reaching the deepest, most intimate part of her.
She bit down on her lip to stop another shout of pure unchecked pleasure.
Until he curled those talented fingers and hit just the right spot.
She cried out something completely indiscernible as the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced barreled through her. She thrashed under him at the wonderful torment, and his hold on her hips tightened to keep her in place. He gave his fingers another twitch-and-curl combo, wringing every ounce of orgasm from her throbbing core.
He laid soft, sweet kisses across her abdomen as her breathing slowed. It was intimate and sexy and all for her. He rose to his knees and tugged off her panties. “Don’t move.” He wrapped a hand around her foot and pulled it to his mouth to place a tender kiss on the inside of her ankle.
“I’m not going anywhere.” She watched the flex and flow of his toned body as he bent to find his pants, pulled a foil square out of his wallet, and covered himself. With slow, stealthy movements, he walked back to her, letting her enjoy the view. His impressive erection made the tide of sexual heat rush through her again, even before the first orgasm had completely receded.
Her body pulsed and hummed and cried for him as he covered her with more than six feet of pure male hardness. He delivered a punishing kiss, then hooked one arm behind her knee. He inched his steel shaft into her center, hesitating long enough to let her adjust to his thickness.
His gaze locked onto hers as he pressed farther in.
Her lips parted in a hushed plea for more, and she arched up to meet him.
He got her message loud and clear and sank into her to his root with one long, scorching thrust.
She moaned.
And he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling and mixing from the excruciating pleasure where their bodies joined.
“Christ, you’re so tight,” he breathed out. “Our fit is so perfect.”
Like they were made for each other. She nodded. “Better than I thought possible.”
He dipped his head and pulled her bottom lip between his teeth to nibble. With a shift of his hips, he withdrew and plunged into her again. They found that perfect rhythm, and he reached deeper inside her with each stroke.
Every part of Lily’s body tightened. Her nipples, her throat. When her muscles clenched and clamped around his shaft, his eyes closed, and he stopped breathing. “Jesus, that’s so good.”
“Pure perfection.” She lifted her hips to match his movements.
With his arm still hooked behind her knee, he lifted her leg higher. Spread her wider. His strokes quickened, deepened, until Lily was on the edge and ready to jump into the abyss. He drove into her over and over, then without warning, he rotated his hips in the opposite direction, and—bingo.
She fell, a white-hot orgasm spiraling through her so powerfully that her world went hazy for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes, he stared down at her with a self-satisfied smile. Her muscles convulsed around his stiff cock, but he still hadn’t come yet. Obviously, he enjoyed the fact that he’d just rocked her world. Her heart filled because she’d never had anyone care about her pleasure so much. So openly.
And she wanted to return it.
When she flattened her palms against his chest and pushed, his eyes widened.
“Sit up.” She guided him into a sitting position. “Let me do the rest.” She straddled him.
When he realized what she was doing, a wicked gleam showed in his eyes. “You’re so bossy,” he teased and sank his teeth into her earlobe.
She shivered. “You pretend not to like it, but you do.”
He chuckled and feathered kisses across her jaw. “I just let you think you’re in charge.” He molded both hands around her waist and guided her onto his throbbing hard-on, filling her completely.
Her head fell back, and she moaned again.
“You’re so damn beautiful like this, Lily.” He rested his head on the back of the sofa. “I could watch you like this every day.” His jaw twitched, and his eyes widened with realization. “Or every night in my bed.”
A chill skated over her. She’d love to explore that possibility. See where their relationship might go. But when she told Trace the whole truth, any hope they had of a future together might be destroyed just as they were getting started.
She lifted to his tip and sank down on him again.
“Damn, woman,” he said in a gritty voice.
The here and the now was her focus until Trace was just as sexually satisfied as she was. “Let’s concentrate on the present.” She lifted again, her strokes picking up speed. Their thrusts came faster, harder. She circled her hips and adjusted her angle. Another storm started to brew at her core, and she rode him hard . . . until she tightened and twitched around him, another orgasm overtaking her.
Her shout of approval pulled him over the edge with her, and his generous flesh pulsed inside her. She wrapped both arms around his head and buried her face in his neck. Their hearts beat in a steady cadence where their chests molded together.
With a finger and thumb, she toyed with his hair, enjoying the feel of his body against hers, both of them dewy and slick.
When she’d moved to the island, she’d been ready to give up on men altogether. Ready to settle for a little harmless flirtation via text, because in her experience, sexting had been better than the real thing.
Lucky for her, she was wrong.
The three orgasms Trace had just given her were incredible, and she doubted she’d ever experience anything so powerful again.
As she caressed his ear with the tip of her nose, he went hard inside of her again.
Yep, she hadn’t just been wrong. She’d been dead wrong. Because he reached for his wallet again, and they made the most of the old felt on the pool table.
Since it was getting re-covered and all.
Heart thundering, she clamped her legs to his firm, fine ass. Every inch of him was hard, muscular male. Her body hummed with so much sexual energy that within minutes they were pulled into the vortex of another powerful orgasm.
She cried out, but he swallowed it with the most incredible mind-melting kiss.
As their breathing slowed, her palms slid up his back, the muscles dancing under her fingertips. She traced the contours, the hard angles and planes of his firm yet smooth skin.
He suckled her nipple, circling it, teasing it with his tongue, and she buried her hands in his hair. Dipping his head, he gently bit at the underside of her breast, then placed a tender kiss in the same spot. Then he did the same to the other breast. She arched, filling his mouth as much as she could with the trembling flesh of her breast. And he obliged with long, thorough flicks of his tongue until she moaned.
Lily’s heart squeezed, and she pulled his mouth to hers. After a long, languid kiss, she said, “Hold me. Just hold me.” It had been a long time since she’d felt so safe, so secure. She wanted to enjoy the moment, because it likely wouldn’t last forever.