Chapter 28

~~ MICHAEL ~~

I’d really hated to leave Lily.  I’d done what she wanted by staying in the car and Ruben had driven off as soon as he saw her enter her apartment building. But it didn’t sit well with me.

Lily was now mine, and hopefully after Sunday, my home would become our home.  That was what I wanted more than anything, to have her with me at my side.  I couldn’t help but wonder what she liked for breakfast, which side of the bed she preferred to sleep on. Not that the latter mattered. I planned on having her fall asleep in my arms every damn night and wake up in them every morning.

On the weekends we could ride north on my Harley to the lakes, maybe stay over in one of the hotels.  Mmm, we could stay up there for a week and give George a holiday as well.

George, my friend and chauffeur.  I knew that there was no way he would rest if he knew I wasn’t going to let him drive me again. I needed to come up with something and quick, because he was awake.  The hospital let me speak to him briefly and in the two minutes they allowed, he insisted I didn’t need to find anyone else, that he was still capable of driving me around.  Like hell.

He had to take it easy, and driving downtown in rush hour traffic was not what I would call taking it easy.

He was a pretty descent cook and I hated cooking, but valued my privacy, so who would be better than George, who lived ten minutes away.  Could I stand having him underfoot though, especially if Lily moved in?  I guess there was only one way to find out, because he sure as hell wasn’t driving again.

With a bit of luck he’d lose his license, because the accident earlier was caused by George. It wasn’t his fault, he was in the middle of a heart attack and swerved at the first sharp pain.  After that I didn’t remember because the bang on the head knocked me unconscious.

If I’d lived to be a hundred, I don’t think I’d ever forget the look on Lily’s face when she saw me at the hospital.  She’d thrown herself into my arms and then sobbed her heart out.  But hell, I sure never meant to drag her into a room and ravish the very life out of her.  She’d felt damn good in my arms though.  I’d waited nearly two weeks to get her back in them, so I’d found it impossible to let her go when I’d needed her the most.

I’d slid into her warmth so easily with how wet she was, and when she used her inner muscles and clamped down on my shaft so hard, I thought I would lose it then and there without even moving.  At least I managed to last a few more strokes.  But when I crouched down in front of her to clean her pussy, it took all of my control not to throw the towel to one side and eat her alive.  She’d smelled so good with our joint juices on her thighs.

Thinking about Lily being in my arms all aroused and wet was not a good idea while I was lying in bed.  I’d decided on an early night, not just because of the pain in my head, which had started to ease up some, but because I figured if I was in bed, I was less likely to drag my bike out and go see Lily.

With the covers kicked off, I turned on my side to grab my cell.  I wouldn’t visit Lily, but I could text her.

I located her number in my phone and typed my first text to her.

Me: How are you?

Two seconds later she replied.

Lily: Missing you.  How you feeling?

Me: Headache nearly gone.  Where are you?

Lily: In bed – naked ;-)

She better not be in bed naked waiting for him.  I couldn’t see straight as the anger started to roll through me, when my phone beeped again.

Lily: I’m fully dressed, waiting for D to come home so I can talk to him.

Me: Sorry, I don’t share.  When’s he home?

Lily: Couple of hours.

Me: You want to get naked and lie on your bed?

Lily: We going to have text sex?  Won’t phone be better?

Me: I’m going to text you instructions and then I’m going to leave you alone.

Lily: Okay.  Will text when clothes off.

Fuck, was I really about to tell her what I wanted her to do to give herself an orgasm?  My cock jerked in approval.

Lily: I’m naked on my bed.  I’ve locked the bedroom door as well.

Me: Good girl.

Lily: I wish I was with you so you can do these things to me.

I dropped my phone onto my chest with that last one.  I’d never been so aroused while on my own. Hell, I’d probably beaten off in the shower, too many times to count, but just reading Lily’s words made me hard as a spike.  I couldn’t hold back anymore and I smoothed my hand over my aching cock to my balls and imagined it was Lily’s hand.  I shuddered and leaked from the tip.

Lily: You still with me?

Me: Yeah – you have my cock so damn hard, I’m leaking.

Lily: If I was there I would lick it up!

I arched off the bed and my breathing had started to become uneven.  Shit, I was supposed to be working Lily up, but she was the one working me up.

My cock and balls were throbbing with the image of Lily’s hot mouth locked around the tip.  I moved my hand away. I needed to get Lily worked up.

Me: I want you to massage your breasts and play with your nipples until they’re pebbled, imagining it’s my hands on you.

Lily: Already pebbled.

Me: Put your phone down and do as I say.

Lily: Okay.

I did the same and ran my hands over my own nipples, over my ribs to my shaft, which I wrapped my hand around and then moved it up and down a few times.  I wasn’t too sure how long I could keep going before I came; it felt good, too good.

Lily: I need you to touch my pussy.  I’m so wet and aching for you.

Christ, her words alone were enough to send me to orgasm.  The next couple of texts needed to be enough to send her over, because I really was seconds away.

Me: Keep one hand on your breast and move the other hand between your legs.

I smoothed my hand up and down my length desperately needing relief.

Me: Dip your finger into your sex and then rub your clit for a few seconds, then put your fingers to your mouth and taste yourself.

My breathing became erratic and my hand on my cock was moving faster and faster, up and down.  I needed to send her one more text, because I wanted us to come together.

Me: Put two fingers into your sex and play with your clit and come for me.

I imagined Lily laying on her own bed with her hand massaging her breast and nipple with her other hand between her legs, giving herself pleasure.

My orgasm erupted from somewhere deep, as I ejaculated all over my stomach and some even went on the pillow beside my head.

I reached for my phone and, with a shaky hand, typed another message to Lily.

Me: You okay?

Lily: Oh yes!  That was…. hot.  You?

Me: I’m still shaking, it was that good.

Lily: I don’t want to go, but I need a shower.

Me: Me too.  Goodnight Lily.  See you on Saturday.

Lily: Night Michael.  I can’t wait. xx

She added two kisses on to the end of her text.  I smiled all the way to the bathroom, all through the shower and I was pretty sure I fell asleep still grinning.