by LL Meyer
His whole body stiffens, making me feel empowered. But he quickly wrenches back control by stepping into my personal space. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”
What? I shrink back from both his tone and his words that I’m not even sure I understand. Immediately his expression softens. “God, I’m sorry,” he groans. “Forget I said that. Come on, nothing but snuggling and TV tonight.”
He takes my hand and I obediently follow him into the bedroom. Forget I said that? How am I supposed to do that? He made it sound like that’s not something I should want. Is it the same thing as a blowjob? I have no idea. Too bad I’ve been avoiding everything sexual for my entire adult life. I feel woefully unprepared around him, and it brings me down a bit from my rainbow heights.
The duvet is half-on, half-off the bed from earlier, so I shake it out and do my best to arrange it on the huge bed. I love that he has flannel sheets; it makes the idea of sleeping naked completely bearable. He grabs the TV remote, fixes the pillows, and then invites me in. With my head on his shoulder and his arms around me, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be and my unease at his comment lessens.
He turns on the huge flat screen TV on the wall across from us. “What do you want to watch?”
Our cocoon is already warming up. “Whatever you want. I don’t even have cable at home.” A contented sigh escapes my lips and I snuggle further into him.
“Or,” he says, turning into me. “We could make out for a while.”
His lips start near my ear and work their way to my mouth. It goes on forever – the slow and unrelenting assault on my mouth that leaves me breathless and greedy for more. When he rolls me on top, I take the opportunity to push his chin up and attach my lips to his neck, tasting his warm skin. Not one to let me lead, he grips my chin and forces my lips back to his. I squirm against his control, and both of us hum with soft laughter as his grip tightens. The struggle becomes a game until, with all the movement, I find his length resting against my backdoor. I know he’s taunting me, expecting me to protest, but I don’t because it unexpectedly sends pleasure shooting through me. Instead, I bite his neck where it meets his shoulder and am rewarded with a small noise. He’s usually so silent!
In response, he moves a hand slowly down my spine, gently at first until he comes to my tailbone and starts pressing me down onto his cock. My sharp intake of breath is loud as my ass clenches tight to keep him out. Nothing is penetrating anything, but I swear I want it to. My senses are dipped in the illicit honey of it, eager to lap up what he feeds me. The pressure lets up and the breath I’ve been holding comes rushing out, leaving me momentarily languid across his chest, whimpering into his neck. “So sweet,” he murmurs, his hand now trailing over my hip and down my thigh. “So, so sweet.”
We go back to exploring each other.
Then he’s doing it again; holding me down, drowning me in the liquid threat of breaching my body where he shouldn’t. My blood rushes through me as my muted noises slowly gain volume. Then, without warning, he pushes my legs down and rolls us over and the pressure increases.
“Dane,” I pant, so unsure if I’m pleading or protesting.
My body twists and writhes under his weight. The hard thump of my heart echoes in my ears and my clit, and just as I’m on the verge of truly worried, he pulls himself away, leaving me breathing hard and desperate for release.
On his haunches now, he settles himself between my thighs. Spreading my legs further open, he pushes forward to slide his cock along my clit.
“Oh my God,” I moan.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
His mouth covers a nipple, sucking at it for a moment before he lets it slip free. “Tell me when,” he whispers before he’s back at my nipple.
The pleasure intensifies bit by bit, racing through me until finally I can’t take it anymore.
“Okay, okay,” I breathe, and he lets go. But I’m on fire.
“One more.” He moves to the other side, but this time he nuzzles me, kisses and licks at me until I’m trying to maneuver the nipple into his mouth, growing more and more impatient. Just when I think he’s finally going to pull it into his mouth, he rolls the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger none too gently and I cry out. Only then do his lips finally seal around their target. The pleasure hits me like an avalanche. I need more, I need leverage, but with him keeping my legs spread, I have no purchase on anything.
The worship of my nipples continues until I’m ready to implode.
“Please,” I cajole.
The sound of my voice rouses him from his single-minded concentration.
“Dane, please.”
Our eyes lock, and I shiver at the feral possessiveness in his expression. The low light from the silent TV casts shadows over his high cheekbones and parted lips. God, he’s beautiful, I think before his head dips once more, this time to my stomach. His mouth circles my belly button and then moves on to my hipbones, which he bites gently, sending thrills through me. When he slides his mouth lower, my blood that’s been rushing through my veins suddenly comes to a standstill.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He looks up my body at me, his eyes filled with unyielding authority. “This isn’t negotiable.”
My protests die on my lips as he blows on my center. My head falls back and any objection I’ve been thinking of is consumed by the anticipation. He starts on the insides of my thighs and works his way in, making me wait . . . and wait. When his mouth finally finds my clit, I’m completely overwhelmed. His tongue is a warm, soft heaven and for a moment my body has no idea what to do with the new sensation until I detonate under him.
Never. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined this.
Gradually, I realize that he’s still got his mouth on me. My limp arms come to life and deliver my hands to his hair. Twinges of release continue to pulse between my legs, making me gasp, but I can’t do it anymore. He has to stop. I tug at his hair. Nothing. His tongue continues its assault.
“Dane,” I rasp. “Please.” I jerk on his hair hard enough that he looks up at me. The possessiveness is back, making my stomach flip-flop. “Come here.” I tug on him again. I’m not going to take no for an answer.
I watch his tongue lick at his chin. His mouth is glistening – with me. This time as I pull on him, I sit up to meet him halfway. I lick around the side of his mouth, tasting myself. He grunts in surprise. I move to his chin, then the other side of his mouth.
“Mmmm,” hums in my throat. It tastes just like it smells. Like sex.
Right before he claims my mouth, I hear him swear under his breath. From that point on, we alternate between hard and fast making out, fighting each other for control, to slow, languid tongue-fucking. Soon, another orgasm waits like a caged animal inside of me, just waiting for something to set it off.
And of course, the way nature intends these things to go creeps up on us. He ends up seated at my entrance and both of us do our best to fight our instincts, because I’m sore, because he’s not wearing a condom. The head of his cock slips in place again, but I’m on top and I pull away. In his frustration, he tightens his hands in my hair to the point of pain. I cry out, shocked by the sheer pleasure of it.
He wants his cock back where it was, but I tease him, doing everything I can to keep him away. We’re both breathing each other in, panting hard, our bodies damp with sweat. Now, he’s rolling us, and then the world stops. He’s pushing himself into me and I’m letting him – and every last inch of him is sublime, my pussy eagerly taking in his entire length. Stunned, our eyes meet. His are full of rapturous awe. Our foreheads come together. “Don’t move, don’t move,” he pleads. Except for our heaving chests, we keep perfectly still for what seems like an eternity. I know that with the slightest bit of movement I’m going to come. This knowledge starts feeding off of itself, magnifying in my mind. Come, COme, COMe, COME!
He gives me no warning at all when he finally moves. My nails dig into his shoulder as the explosive pleasure takes hold of me, shaking me so fiercely that I feel like a rag doll.
Little by little, I come back to myself to find him lying on top of me, crushing me into the mattress.
“Dane?” I murmur. “I love you. I love you so much.” If I’d been able to move, I would have slapped a hand over my mouth in horror, but because I don’t have the energy, I just pull in another ragged breath and leave the words out there between us.
A low rumble emanates from his chest that slowly becomes a chuckle. “God, I love you too, Lil.” He kisses the place where my shoulder meets my neck and I sigh in pure contentment.
“Can you breathe?” he asks after a moment.
“Not a lot,” I say with a smothered giggle.
“Hold on tight.”
As he carries me to the bathroom, I feel something dripping down my stomach and hips. I guess he pulled out. Thank God he was paying attention. “I think we made a mess.”
In the shower, he puts me down carefully on my feet and shakes his head as he starts the water. “That can never happen again.”
“What? Are you insane? We’re getting rid of the condoms as soon as possible. That wasn’t just better, it was . . .” My mind can’t seem to come up with an appropriate adjective.
“Incredible?” he supplies.
“Fucking incredible.”
He smiles. “You’re pretty cute when you swear.”
I absently run my fingers through his come on my stomach, feeling the texture of it and then bring it to my lips. I look up to find him watching me with what I can only describe as adoration. “I think I taste better,” I tell him smugly. “But you’re not bad.”
Laughing, he pulls me under the water with him. “What are you doing to me? Do you know how many times I’ve been inside a girl skin to skin?”
He doesn’t even give me a chance to take a guess.
“Never.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Not even when you were an irresponsible teenager?”
He shakes his head. “Never.”
My smile is so bright that he pushes me directly under the water. I wipe away the water when he lets me out, laughing. “So you can’t ever forget me now,” I tell him. “I was your first.”
“You’re my first at a lot of things, Lily Friesen.”
“Like loving me?” I ask slyly. It must be some kind of post-orgasmic high that’s making me so bold.
He smiles. “Exactly like loving you. ‘Cause I do. I love you.”
I may have been teasing him by bringing it up, but now my head falls forward onto his solid chest and I wrap my arms around him. “Tell me one more time?”
He moves his own arms around me, squeezing me tight. “I love you, Lil.”
“I love you, too, Dane.”
Jesus Christ. I, Dane Aaron Wilson, have professed to love a woman, and it’s true! I am completely and utterly in love with her. I’m willingly attaching a ball and chain to my ankle and am so thankful for the weight of it.
She fell asleep almost as soon as we came to bed, but I’m wired. The TV is on, but I can’t concentrate on it. I grab my phone and message Jason.
U still up?
It takes less than a minute for him to answer.
Yup. But why r u? Strike out with PG?
God no.
Nice. How many’d u get out of her? And no lying.
I don’t lie. 3
And then I’m spilling our entire sex life to my best friend. And I mean everything, from the amount of noise she made when I threatened her backside to riding her bareback to the way she tasted me.
Gonna have to spank the monkey now.
I laugh softly, looking down at my own bulge under the duvet.
Ur not the only one. What happened to strange hunting?
Boring.
It does get repetitive.
Maybe I need my own PG. Or r u gonna share yours?
The thought of Lily swallowing Jason’s cock now has me rock hard.
Give it time. Scared of her reaction.
Pussy. If she goes on pill, can I have her bareback too?
Too bad I can’t text with one hand or I’d be jerking off right now.
That would mean no more strange.
Fuck. U saying yes?
Yes. Can’t describe how good it was.
I’m in. No strange, get tested, bareback. What if she says no?
You go back to strange.
You better convince her.
Don’t piss her off.
Hey, I can be charming.
We go around like this for a while until finally saying good night. My cock has settled down a bit so I don’t bother taking care of it. I just turn off the TV and snuggle up to her and finally fall asleep.
In the morning, I wake to Lily touching my shoulder.
“Dane?” she whispers.
“Hmmm? You okay?” I mumble, trying to pull myself out of sleep. The room is light and she’s on her knees beside me, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, her hair French braided down either side of her head.
She gives me a mock sad face, sticking out her lip. “You have to show me how to use the coffeemaker. I can’t wait anymore.”
I smile sleepily at her. “What time is it?”
“Like ten. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up forever.”
Groaning, I roll over, kissing her briefly as I get up and go into the bathroom.
When I’m done, I pull on my shorts from yesterday and follow her down the stairs to the kitchen. She’s bouncy, happy, and talkative, and I just let her enthusiasm wash over me, listening with half an ear.
After I show her where the pods for the coffeemaker are and explain how to do it, she starts going on about the environment and how wasteful these machines are as she jumps up to sit on the island.
I move in between her legs and place a finger over her lips to stop her chattering for a second. When she’s quiet, I pull her into a hug and nuzzle her ear. “Morning, Pretty Girl.”
She giggles. “Morning,” she whispers back.
“Can I have my coffee before you lecture me?”
She pulls back. “Fine,” she says sarcastically, but I can tell she’s not offended or mad. I go around to the other side of the island and pull out a barstool. She jumps down and takes her coffee out.
“Which pod thingy do you want?” she asks.
“Same one,” I tell her with a yawn. She passes me hers.
She gets another cup brewing and turns to me. “After we eat something, will you take me to the clinic?”
“Today?” I ask, trying to piece her words together, still half asleep.
“Yeah,” she says with a smile as she pushes the sugar bowl at me. “The sooner the better, don’t you think?” She comes out of the fridge with the milk.
I laugh. “Yeah, okay.”
“So what do you want me to make you for breakfast? I checked out the whole kitchen. You’ve almost got everything. How about waffles and bacon? You even have syrup.”
I take my first sip and I sigh. “Waffles? You know how to make waffles?”
She scoffs. “I know how to make a lot of things.” Then, while she’s trying not to laugh, she says, “You hit the jackpot with me.”
I smile. “I did, didn’t I?”
She starts digging through the kitchen then, pulling stuff out that I didn’t even know I had. A waffle iron, mixing bowls, flour, etc. After I’ve finished my coffee, I realize that I should be doing something. But she declines my help, and really, I think I’d just be in the way. She’s in constant motion and seems to know what she’s doing.
I go to take a quick shower. On the way back down the stairs, I follow the smell of bacon back to the kitchen, and am greeted by the sight of Jason sitting on the stool I vacated ten minutes ago, stuffing his face as Lily chats him up.
“What the hell?! Those are my waffle
s.”
The fucker has the balls to shoot me a smug grin.
Lily comes to take my hand and puts me on the stool beside the traitor. “I made enough for all of us,” she says, soothingly, giving me a kiss on the lips before going back to pull another four waffles off the iron.
“Jealous much?” Jason says in a low voice so Lily doesn’t hear him.
I push him hard enough that he slides off his stool. Lily turns, holding a plate of waffles and bacon for me.
“Do I need to separate the two of you?” she asks with a laugh, plopping the plate down in the space next to the one I’m currently occupying.
“Fine with me,” I gripe, moving over. “He should have waited until you were done making anyway.”
“She didn’t want me to wait,” he says indignantly, getting back on his stool.
“Nobody likes to eat cold food,” she announces as she pours the last of the batter onto the iron. “So, eat.”
“Oh yeah,” Jason says. “You two are made for each other. You’re both bossy as hell. I bet it takes forever to decide who’s going to be on top.”
I snort. Mostly because last night it was true, and because I’m not really mad.
Jason laughs at my reaction. “It’s true, isn’t it, Pretty Girl? You like it on top.”
The complete mortification on Lily’s face makes me laugh. “You’re just shooting yourself in the foot.”
“What? No.” He looks at Lily expectantly. “I got you the hair dryer, didn’t I?”
