CHAPTER 18
Ryan was startled awake by the cold water and almost dumped Lilly on the floor in a counter attack. He had been having the most incredible dream, and damn it she owed him to finish it!
Not only had the she-devil stolen all the blankets. Lilly had then thrown them on the floor. She had then rubbed up on Ryan like a cat in heat! Moaning and groaning in her sleep, Ryan was hard as stone and unable to take advantage of her.
It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that he had finally been able to fall asleep, and this was how she repaid him. With a glass full of icy cold water in the face no less!
“You look angry,” Lilly said hesitantly.
He was livid.
“I am not angry,” Ryan bit off.
“Are you not a morning person?” Lilly asked, still holding the dripping glass.
He used a hand to wipe his brow, “I am eminently pleasant all hours of the day.”
Lilly bit her lip, “I do apologize.”
His long eyelashes were wet, making some of them stick together. He gave Lilly a glance, as if asking her to elaborate.
“For everything,” she sat up a little using his chest. The trouble was that she was still straddling Ryan.
The hand that he had used to cup her bare bottom had been used to wipe his face. It came back to her bottom to balance her.
Both Ryan and Lilly stilled.
Ryan realized that some parts of the dream might have been a reality.
“Where are your drawers?” he choked out. His voice, dropping an octave or two.
Lilly flushed wildly. She had ducked her head behind her hair that had become undone sometime in the night. “I was hoping you might be able to explain that to me.”
His hand felt like fire against her skin, and imprint that would never go away.
“Did I harm you?” Ryan asked gruffly.
Lilly shook her head, “No, but I wanted you to wake up. I felt different, and I didn’t want to be alone.”
Ryan traced her cheekbone with his finger, “How did you feel different?”
Lilly didn’t think it was possible to blush even further. “I know what was happening.”
Ryan traced her lips lightly before tugging on her full bottom lip with his thumb, “So tell me. I was dreaming so I need to know what happened, sweetness.”
Lilly swallowed, her throat was dry, “Your cock was getting very large.”
Ryan’s eyes widened, but Lilly plowed forward. She knew that if she didn’t get this story out now, she never would.
“And you pulled me on top of you like I am now. And we were moving back and forth with your hand where it is, and I was feeling different, and I didn’t know what to do.”
Ryan’s cock was starting to feel very large again.
“Where were you feeling different, Lilly?” he rasped.
Lilly shook her head, “I don’t want to say it.”
Ryan took her face in his hands, “You can say anything to me, my love. I only want to help you, to understand what you need. May I kiss you?”
Lilly desperately wanted to kiss him. Her lips flew over his, and although she was innocent in her kisses, she was desperate for his knowledge for more. Ryan helped her open her mouth so that he could kiss her deeper. Their tongues meeting and tangling together in a dance older than time.
This was what Lilly had been searching for, and she hadn’t even realized it. This connection, this closeness with another human being. Every part of Lilly felt on edge. She wanted more. Soon, she wasn’t just being kissed, she was giving back as much as she was getting.
Sinking her hands into Ryan’s hair, Lilly raked her fingers across his skull. Her body was thrumming. It felt alive in a way she couldn’t describe.
That achy feeling from before was a tidal wave of want and need. She was grinding herself on him, desperate to claw off her ratty ball gown.
She needed him to touch her breasts, ripping her mouth away she told him just that, “Touch me!”
“Pardon?” Ryan could not have heard that right.
“You heard me!” Lilly did not mince words.
Ryan liked a demanding woman in the bedroom.
It took about two minutes to have her ball gown removed. It took an additional thirty seconds to get her out of her stays. And then Ryan’s lips found her breasts, and Lilly decided that breasts were meant to be licked, sucked and kissed.
“More, oh Ryan, please, please, more!” Lilly cried out.
Ryan was in heaven. He couldn’t have imagined that Lilly would be so responsive to him.
She was perfect for him, her body was perfect for him, and he loved her.
Oh Lord, he hadn’t told her that he loved her.
Ryan turned around just as he had dropped his drawers. Lilly swallowed. The man was in a class of his own. Not only were his shoulders a mile wide, but his narrow hips and muscular thighs were a reason to stare. His built chest and flat stomach were tanned and toned but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the long thick cock jutting out from between his legs.
Lilly had heard many things at the Bluebell meetings. She knew that some women sucked their husband’s cocks and some women let their husband’s put their cock’s in interesting places.
Lilly just wanted to touch it, “Can you please come closer?”
Ryan wanted to profess his love, “Lilly, I need to speak with you.”
It bobbed when he walked, Lilly was fascinated, “Does it always happen like this?”
Ryan frowned a little,” I think so, my love. I am not certain. I haven’t done this before.”
Lilly looked at him, “Not ever? With that thing, one would think they would be lining up!”
Ryan was confused. One would think she would be happy he had never told another girl that he loved her. “No, you are the first.”
Lilly smiled weakly, “Well, I am certain we shall muddle along just fine.”
Ryan paused, “Lilly, what are you talking about?”
Lilly looked up from his large member, “What? Oh, that you have never used your cock before. Why? What are you talking about?"