by Wyatt, Dani
“Put me down.” Lilly pushed on his shoulders.
God, I’d be so embarrassed if he hurt himself right now. Probably pull a muscle in his back and I’d be humiliated.
“I like you right here. Kiss me.”
His arms tightened another notch around Lilly’s waist, and she wrapped hers around his neck. His skin warmed her through her thin nightgown.
The strange thing was, she was shivering like she was cold but from the inside out.
Lilly lowered her face to his waiting mouth. The way he kissed her made her head spin and fueled a rush of heat and moisture between her legs as he began to raise and lower her gently against the washboard of his abs.
Between the way he kissed and the friction he was putting on her already throbbing crotch, something happened.
“Oh…” Lilly moaned.
It sounded soft and almost embarrassed as Flynn pulled her harder into him, grinding and opening her legs.
She dropped her forehead, resting it on the solid rock of his shoulder, her ankles pulled instinctively tighter around his back.
“God, fuck yes, cum baby, right now. That feels good? Like that?”
He rocked back on his heels, a firm hand pushing on the small of her back; the other swooped under the lush curve of her ass as he increased the pressure, grinding her into him.
Lilly clutched onto his body as the first waves tingled in her toes and shot up through her body.
She moaned into his kiss as the hard angles of his body brought her to a shuddering climax even before he managed to get her to the bed and free her from a single piece of clothing.
Jesus, what was that? He was just kissing me and I already — oh my god, I’m so embarrassed. I can feel how wet I am against his belly. God, I’ve ruined it. I can’t even do this right.
The moment he let her mouth go, Lilly saw something in his eyes. The green had turned to red, his mouth open, his breath on her neck warm and smelled just a hint of peppermint.
“I’m sorry. God—” Lilly tried to wiggle down, thinking he would want to let her go and probably be mad.
Instead, his arms turned to iron, and he pressed his face into the curves of her chest, burying himself and turning her around toward the beautiful, white bed.
In one motion, he eased her down, not yet releasing her, keeping the warmth of them together.
Lilly heard the groan as his face stayed low, and she took a deep breath, ready for his disappointed stare.
Instead, his hands came from around her back, paused to warm the tops of her hips before swooping up, each under the curve of her breasts. His mouth was on the outside of her nightgown, kissing and nibbling and sending a shock wave of surprise and renewed throbbing into her core.
“I’m sorry if that ruined it. I didn’t know that would happen —”
Flynn raised his face just enough for his smiling eyes to meet hers. He looked like a lion, interrupted while feasting on a long-fought prey.
“If you apologize again, I’m going to teach you what it feels like to have a screaming red ass. Now shut up. What just happened was probably the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my damn life, and I want you to do that again and again and again...”
His voice was harsh, but it wasn’t anger. It was something different, an intensity that sent a jolt through her. This was real. The fear began to creep in.
“Oh god,” Lilly whimpered as Flynn’s teeth pressed through the nightgown and into the rising peak of her nipple.
She tingled where his fingers began to work the tiny buttons that held her inside.
Suddenly, Lilly’s hands flew to cover his. A moment of utter panic stomped out the warmth and fire that hummed in every extremity.
“What?” Flynn’s eyes looked like someone just slapped him out of a beautiful dream.
“I’m—” Lilly wasn’t even sure what to say or what she wanted.
Flynn’s fingers stopped working the buttons; they moved slightly, guiding her fingers to replace his as his warm hands covered hers.
“I’m here. Talk to me. No secrets, I want to know what’s inside your head, I can feel you. But, you have to tell me. Do you want to stop?”
She shook her head slightly without even thinking.
“Then what is it? You are the most precious thing in my life. Everything we do tonight is for you. For us. Are you scared?”
“I…” Lilly took a moment to think about what it was she was feeling. “I’m not scared, I guess. I don’t know exactly. It’s like, I’m worried. Maybe a little embarrassed. I don’t want to say it, but it’s like I’m in trouble, ashamed of how it feels. Like — I shouldn’t enjoy this. Like it’s bad, and I know it’s not.”
Her honesty shocked even her. But the way he looked at her, with patience and as though she was the only person in the world, had her words tumbling out before she could hold back.
She’d only been this close to being with a man once before.
In college. A little too much drink and she’d ended up letting her guard down.
Only, that guy didn’t look at her like Flynn. That guy was there only for himself and at the last minute, Lilly’s head cleared and, thank God, she’d managed to retreat with her body intact but her spirit wilted as he called her every name in the book as she gathered her blouse together and took the walk of shame down the dorm hall.
“Tell me, look at me when you say it.” Flynn’s voice rumbled low as he kept his hands on hers, bringing his face up and tracing a hot, wet trail with his tongue into the curve where her shoulder became her neck.
His lips lingered, laying a demanding kiss at her nape. “Does that feel anything but right?”
A deep shiver started in her belly, around her back and then rushed up to her neck until it left a gush of heat and wetness in the strip of fabric between her legs.
Her eyes met his, but no words would come so Lilly managed to shake her head.
“There’s nothing but good here. Close your eyes, stop thinking so much. Turn off that beautiful, brilliant brain of yours. Close them.” He waited, staring at her until she complied. “You undo the buttons. You open yourself to me, trust, one-hundred percent. This is exactly where you should be. You deserve to feel this; you deserve to feel this pleasure. It’s meant for you. I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life for you. I didn’t know it, but I have. Now let me give it to you, and realize it’s yours to take.”
The warmth of his hands over hers moved away; Lilly felt her fingers tremble as she worked the buttons, and he leaned back, crouched on his heels, his legs straddling her and he watched.
There existed a current — something invisible yet palpable — between them. Lilly’s fingers moved as her eyes, for the first time truly took him in for all that he was.
His shoulders spread wide, almost like wings, broad and proud from years of battles and training.
He was glorious, and she felt a new kind of wicked pain.
The candlelight in the room danced in the dips and valleys that looked like a carved sculpture — not a man of flesh and bone. His hair hung restlessly to one side as he quickly raised and ran one hand over his forehead and back, stretching and moving in waves, the sinuous hard muscle under his tight skin.
Lilly let her eyes drift lower. Panic washed over her as she took in the undeniable shape that ran from the base of his zipper upward until it strained at his leather belt.
God, it’s so real. I’m twenty-three years old — why am I so nervous? He’s like a carved warrior from some ancient mythological tale hovering over me. Me, for goodness sake. Me with my limp and my belly and the parts of me that never seem to fit right into anything I wear. Me with my dumpy clothes and my unruly hair, freckles and everything I see in the mirror shouldn’t be what he wants, but here he is. With a look in his eye that I’ve only imagined in books and seen in movies. God, part of me wants to disappear — close my eyes and pretend this isn’t real.
As if there was a warning bell in his head that sensed her fear
, Flynn’s hand moved over his obvious erection.
“This is you. For you, all you.” He curved his fingers around the length, giving it a slow stroke from bottom to top and back again over the strained fabric of his jeans. “Do you want to see?”
Lilly felt her cheeks burn cherry red. His confidence made her belly flip and turn like a gymnast on an Olympic mat.
“Yeah. I do, but I don’t. I mean —” She faltered as her fingers worked the last button on her gown.
“Do you trust me, Lilly?” Flynn cut her off.
Lilly nodded as Flynn’s hands came down and moved hers away, his fingertips just brushing the sensitive exposed skin between her breasts as he spread her nightgown, running upward toward her shoulders as Lilly fought to keep from arching her back.
“Then listen. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Let me show you — my little, ginger beauty. Your only job is to let yourself feel every good thing that is about to happen. Do you hear me? Let yourself, no guilt, nothing wrong about us, about this. You deserve it and I’m going to make you come until you forget all about the world outside of this room. That little prequel you gave me has me about to lose my damn mind already, but tonight is all about you, so lay back, do as you’re fucking told and I promise you, I promise you, you’re going to understand just how I feel about you.”An unusual sense of stillness enveloped her and she couldn’t help but open her mouth to draw in what felt like a newborn’s first breath.
“Okay. Just…” Lilly raised her hands and let her fingers wander across the defined squares of his abs.
She watched him tense at her touch.
“Just kiss me again,” Lilly gathered her courage and asked.
“Sure, but you forgot one thing.” Flynn smiled.
“What’s that?”
“You didn’t tell me where —”
Oh God —
***
Easy there, poncho. Easy. That look in her eyes is somewhere between about-to-cum and get-me-the-fuck-out-of-here, so rein it in. God, I’ve never seen anything like her. The way she looks at me, like I’m actually worthy of her. Don’t fuck this up, just don’t fuck up.
Her softness grabbed at Flynn. He’d touched more women than he cared to remember, but she, damn, she was like rose petals and silk.
He let his fingers glide, barely hovering over her skin as he opened the fabric. Her breath was shallow and unsteady, and her skin shook under his fingertips as he smoothed the lace from her shoulders.
She lifted for him and soon the innocent cotton was a pool on the rough floor boards.
There were no words to describe her. Carved from something in heaven made just for him. Her cream white skin blushed with a hint of pink as she lay shaking, wide-eyed and lush.
“Jesus, you’re —” Flynn lowered himself to cover her.
Every instinct told him to mate, hard, now. Why was he waiting?
He couldn’t take his eyes from the curves that lay beautiful and soft on her chest. One hand moved without conscious thought to caresses the weight of one magnificent tit, his thumb sliding back and forth over the rising circle.
Everything about her throbbed inside him, making it almost painful to look. Still, he knew there was no possibility he could look away. A hint of her arousal rose on the air, and Flynn bit down on his lip until he tasted blood.
He met her lips as they opened, her eyes falling to half-mast as his tongue refused to be gentle. He ravaged her mouth as his hand roamed and reveled in the ivory goddess below him.
When he heard the falter in her breath, the low sweetness in a moan that came into his mouth, his gut tightened, the muscles in his legs gave a shudder and his mad-as-hell cock drew up and soaked the fabric with pre-cum where it pushed for freedom.
God damn, it’s like I’ve been living behind fucking cobwebs or in some half-lit room my whole fucking life. This — fuck — this is what it feels like to be alive. Her, it was her I’ve been waiting for. In my entire fucked up life, no dream has ever come close to this, right now. God, please, let me be the man she needs. For once, keep me in the light, for her.
Her hands rose, and Flynn felt one tangle into his hair. The other fell to move over his shoulders like a beacon that sent light radiating wherever she touched.
Down below, the beat of his heart pounded in the head of his dick like a damn jackhammer, and he knew he had to free the ol’ boy soon or his balls may just revolt and shoot off right inside his pants.
Flynn drew back, their breath coming fast and warm into each other. He wanted to taste her everywhere, fuck her and eat her and lavish her tits with kisses and bites. He was the kid in the candy store with that dollar in his hand, and he didn’t know where to start.
He brushed the trident of curls from her neck, looked to where he saw her heart pounding out its desperate beat and his lips fell warm and needy.
Her body rose, arching into him and Flynn thought his mind would truly be lost. He let his mouth fall below where her clothes would cover the evidence, and bit down harder than he intended, the animal inside barely restrained, claiming her with his mark.
For a moment, he held his breath, waiting for her to cry out, to show her reservation. Instead, she turned her head away, granting him ownership where he lay the first bite, already turning dark red.
Her skin tasted like it looked — cream and roses and candy — as his tongue traced a line from behind her ear down to where the gold Celtic symbol hung sideways on the chain at the base of her neck.
One hand worked the hardened peak on one breast, then moved to the other until his mouth watered, then lowered and he guided as much of her into his mouth as he could.
He listened to the most beautiful sound in the world as a shaking moan came from the beauty under him.
Her fingers yanked hard at his hair as he pulled his lips back and moved to lay a bite into her. Something in him wanted to own her, completely.
There were things he wanted to do to her, things that only came to him before in dreams, and now he knew why. There was a beast inside of him, a beast that never surfaced with anyone before her.
Time seemed to roll. All the days and nights and ways he would turn her into his baby girl and he into her steward.
His mouth wanted to be everywhere; he kissed and sucked from one side to the other until her peaks were bright red and standing tall.
Fuck, I have to get this boy out before he breaks into three pieces. I’ve never been this damn hard in my life. Diamonds couldn’t put a scratch in this shank right now. God damn, please, don’t let me hurt her too much. I promised her; now I gotta make good.
Flynn lifted his eyes from his place between her glorious tits to see her watching him, mouth gaped and eyes full of lust. He could barely hold a damn thought with that look on her face, but he knew tonight would be as slow as it ever would be, and she needed his time, not just his dick.
“What?” Lilly asked.
Flynn smiled at her, his tongue attached to her skin as he pulled himself up toward her cherub face, across her neck until he kissed her ear and whispered, “Take me out.”
He heard her breath stop and he saw that flicker of fear. He knew where that came from, that uncle – that fuck — and what he did to her. She knew too much about a man far before her time. If she stopped now, Flynn would have to jump off the damn roof, but it would be her call.
It was only a moment of doubt, but to Flynn it felt like a month of Sundays. Her hand fell from his hair and glided down his body.
He worked toward her lips, taking her mouth in a devious kiss. Flynn had never come close to losing his heart before. He was too well insulated, too hardened for that.
She worked the button on his jeans, and the zipper gave in on its own from the sheer pressure.
“Oh Jesus fuck—” Flynn broke their kiss, and his head fell to her shoulder as the first gentle touch of her fingers worked under the elastic of his boxers and met with the soaking tip of his crazed cock.
I’m gonna
give it up right fucking here — get a grip, man, deep fucking breath. Give her a minute, don’t spray in her hand like a fucking thirteen-year old. With one fucking touch, the die is cast, my dick belongs to her from here on out.
The way she wrapped her fingers around and guided his length free set Flynn’s eyes rolling back. Any sensible thoughts he may have had evaporated and all he could think about was getting her around him in every conceivable way possible. Hands, mouth, pussy, tits — he wanted all of her this moment, all at once.
She started to stroke like he’d given her a damn master class, and he soaked her hand with a drops of pre-cum that only moved her gliding faster and easier until Flynn’s breath shook, and he shifted his hips back away from her.
“Wait, where are you going—” Her voice sounded like an angel’s song in his ear as he kissed her neck and tried to make peace with his dick for pulling him out of the glory that was her hand.
“I’ve got plans, and they include my mouth on that heat you’re radiating down there. It’s about you tonight, remember?”
“Then give me what I want. I want to feel you; maybe I want to know what you taste like, too.” Her words came out in little gaspy bursts, and Flynn felt his mind go blank.
“Did I not tell you… you needed to do what you’re told? You don’t have a very long memory, young lady.”
Flynn worked his mouth down over her quivering belly, his hands doing their best to take in every soft curve on his way down.
“Oh god.” Lilly’s entire body shook.
Flynn took in a deep breath as his mind wandered for one angry moment to the memory of Lilly recounting the acts of the subhuman who introduced his fingers to her most precious, holy place.
Shake that shit off, man. Don’t let that fucker in here right now. He’ll get his, I’m gonna figure out how to bury that fuck in some field under ten tons of Irish granite, but right now, be here, because that’s what she deserves.
Just months ago, they were strangers, but in this boathouse, they’d shared more secrets with each other than two lifelong-friends. Flynn knew he would be the first to taste her, to love her the way a man loves a woman, and it only made his utter devotion to making this the most beautiful night of her life heavier.
