Luke
Russ is back in the car when I slip into the driver’s seat.
He nods. “Done?”
“Done,” I tell him. Together we head to Lily’s apartment. Kerry’s face is flushed when she opens the door. She looks winded, and I can see why as we step into the apartment, taking in the living room.
“Holy…” Russ mumbles beside me.
Holy is right.
“Did a mall explode here?” I ask Lily when she emerges from the bedroom in a black, floor-length flowy dress. It skims her frame, hiding those bountiful curves, but she looks beautiful all the same.
My open jaw says so, and Lily ducks her head.
“We decided retail therapy was an order,” Kerry pipes up. She hooks arms with Russ, batting her eyelashes. “You’ll help me get my bags home, won’t you?”
He’s a goner. Meanwhile, I’m not faring any better. Before I can process what I’m saying, I toss Russ the keys. “Take my car.” His ride is with Keith, but I’ve no plans to go anywhere for the rest of the night.
I need to give my woman some attention, especially with the day we’ve had. I also want to give the news to her personally.
Russ and Kerry leave noisily, thanks to Kerry’s mountain of bags. Russ is loaded when he walks out the door. I lock up after them, rounding on Lily. She’s standing where I left her, lips parted, eyes glazed. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, her hands nervously pressing together.
Gathering her up in my arms, I lock our lips together. She moans softly in my mouth. On her toes, her arms come up around my neck, fingers spearing through my hair from the base and tugging as she deepens our kiss. Her breasts are flush to my chest, and my huge erection is suffocating in its confines.
I need her first. We’ve got all the time in the world to talk after. I’ve been sitting on this desire all day, waiting for the right moment.
She yelps when my hands cup her buttocks and lift her up, my mouth ripping away to hoarsely command, “Wrap those legs around me tight. We’re going for a ride.”
I trot us to her room aware of how close Lily is, her lips doling butterfly kisses, teasing pecks, to my stubbly jaw. I groan when she latches onto the base of my throat, her mouth sucking intensely, like I’m the last thing she’ll taste for the rest of her life.
My knees almost buckle under me. I’m all too happy to see we’ve staggered to her bed. I drop her off and she makes a squeaking noise before her breath pushes out her lungs. Lily stares up at me, her shy smile flipping my stomach over. The nerves flower out of nowhere.
So I resort to what I know.
“Turn over,” I tell her. “Get up on all fours, babe.”
She slowly gives me her back, wiggling up to her knees and hands, her butt facing me. I can’t help but reach out for that lush flesh. She fills my palms, the indents of her panties making my mouth water. When I press my nose to her crotch from behind, she yips, the shock jerking her forward and away from me.
“Oh no, you don’t,” my voice is muffled, spoken against her clothed snatch.
She throws her head back at the vibrations. She begs for me to touch her, and once I tire of feeling her through all those layers keeping us apart, I find the zipper of her long dress, free her and shimmy it down her curves. She helps me by straightening her legs, making it easier to pull her out of the dress and toss it aside.
“Fuck me, Lily.”
She gasps...then giggles. She shakes her ass in what must be new crotch-less panties, voice thick with need, asking, “Do you like them?”
“Do I like them?” I echo, grabbing a round, creamy globe. She likes when I handle her ass, spread those cheeks, and knead them like freaking dough. My fingers leave behind red marks from her grip. I wonder what her behind would look like with a different kind of mark.
Striking out, my hand collides with her ass cheek.
“Luke,” she pants my name.
Her sunshine brown curls tumble over her back, her body tightening and ass bouncing with my gentle lashings. I pace myself. Slapping one buttock and then stroking it gently, before cracking down on the other and giving it the same loving squeeze.
Back and forth, until my hands are smarting and Lily’s breathing hints at her impending release. As much as I love the idea of her coming with just the spanking play, she’s going to have to hold out.
I want her orgasm on my dick. He’s thirsty for her juices, has been all day, and we've both been patient enough I would say.
Smack, smack.
Two more before I go back to massaging her, my tongue darting out to wet my dried lips, my body humming at the sight of her glowing red rear.
Her puffy outer lips, pink and moist, are poking out of the open hole where her panties are purposely missing the thin pink cotton covering. Lily’s juices make it all too easy to test her pulsating, tight channel with two digits.
My fingers scissor her open, earning me a gasp for my attention. I pump them in her, liking how her hips come back down. God, she’s so keeping this underwear on while I bury myself in her.
I drag my sopping fingers from her core and, before she can complain, I push my palm to her mound, the heel of my hand digging against her opening, my fingers cradling her clit. I keep my hand on her like that, one-handedly unbuckling my belt and ripping open my fly.
Lily’s delirious, trying her best to get the most out of my hand by pushing down against me. I can’t blame her, and I sure as hell don’t want to tease her any longer. I want us joined, bonded.
It suddenly strikes me how much Lily’s become a part of my life. Imagining a day without her hurts and picturing her moving on with another man breaks something inside me.
“I’m going to take you bare,” I tell her, needing to claim her and stop those images in my brain.
We’ve been careful to use contraceptives since that night we fought over the morning-after pill. We haven’t talked her wanting a baby or romance or a real relationship. It’s been condoms and her pills since then.
But now I want her without any barriers, consequences be damned.
So I think I get a nod, and go about uniting us.
Thrusting forward, I impale her, balls deep, my engorged shaft swallowed up by her hungry cunt.
Lily’s loud panting turns to moaning. She wails for me to move and I do, pumping in and out of her hard, hauling her back against me, our thighs slapping against each other, making music of their own.
At one point I’ve dragged her knees to the edge of the bed for better access, my body keeping her from slipping off backward. Lifting her up, her back now pressed to my chest, I palm a breast through her lace-trimmed bra, my other hand sliding down her soft belly under the band of her panties to rouse her clit. I know the instant she splits apart and comes undone.
I bite down on her shoulder and grunt, hips rocking forward, body tightening with my release.
Lily’s loud moan claims the room, her channel pulsing around my cock. Over the roar of blood rushing in my ears, I do believe she’s calling me, letting her neighbors know I’m the guy pleasing my woman.
I keep her in my embrace long after we’re down from our highs. I move my mouth from her shoulder and marvel at the hickey I’ve left behind.
Settling her down carefully, she flops onto her belly, sliding her warm slip of a cunt off my still-hard cock. I stroke myself, loving how her juices have soaked me. And she’s filled too, her pussy pulsing out little dribbles of my white cream.
I lightly smack her ass and Lily’s eyes fly open. Dropping down beside her, I pull her onto my chest. She closes her eyes, a smile lifting her lips. “So tired…”
“Sleep,” I whisper, and she lulls off in my arms. I watch her all night. At some point my legs dangling off the edge of the bed fall asleep themselves. I move us closer to the headboard, plumping pillows and drawing the covers over us, and all while my hands are on Lily.
I won’t be able to let her go, I realize. Not ever. Losing Lily is too painful to entertain.
I guess now I have to figure out how I’m going to propose making this—us—official. Real.