Chapter 1
Lily
Lily knew that she shouldn't have wanted it as badly as she did. That muscular body and those blue, piercing eyes were too much for her to resist, though. She wasn't about to turn down an opportunity like this one.
I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought. I might regret this later, but screw it. I'll just deal with the consequences.
His hands were warm and strong as he pressed against Lily's shoulders. She moaned softly as he pinned her against the wall and brought his lips to hers. They kissed, and while they did, he released her shoulders and let his hands drift up and down her body.
She had gotten out of the shower just moments before and was only wearing a t-shirt and panties, her usual sleeping attire. Sleep, however, was the last thing on her mind now that he had decided to make a surprise visit in the middle of the night. The only thing that she was thinking about now was how amazing it was going to feel to get her brains screwed out by him.
Their tongues darted quickly in and out of each others mouths. She could taste the expensive wine on his lips. It was red wine, likely a Cabernet. She knew this not only because of the taste, but because it was his favorite thing to drink on Friday nights.
Why does he have to be so damn hot? Lily thought to herself, as she allowed her own hands to wander over his skin.
She touched his muscular back, quickly dropping her hands down to the top of his underwear. Then she brought her hands around and touched his stomach, enjoying the way her fingers dipped in and out of his flexed abdominal muscles. She could feel his breathing and noticed that an obvious heat was radiating outward from underneath the front of his underwear.
That’s what I'm looking for, she thought, dropping her hands to the source of the warmth.
Immediately, her hands collided with a large bulge underneath the front of the cotton. His cock was throbbing desperately beneath it. She touched his mushroom-shaped tip, gently outlining it with her fingers. The movement caused him to release a sexual growl. He pressed her against the wall once more, then broke the kiss.
“Do you want it?” he whispered.
She didn't say anything. She just gently tucked in her lower lip between her teeth and nodded.
The room was dimly lit by the dull glow of moonlight that poured into the bedroom window. His back was to the light, so she couldn't really make out any of his facial features. He was just a dark and muscular silhouette. Still, despite the fact that there wasn't much light in the room, she still noticed his blue eyes flicker and his pupils dilate as he gazed up and down her body.
With one hand kept firmly on her shoulder, he dropped his other hand and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. He pulled it upward, all the way until her breasts were released to the air. She gasped as he fondled one of them and brought his mouth to the other.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, so softly that hardly any noise came out at all.
His lips were wrapped around her nipple as he flicked it with his tongue. She could feel the sensitive little nub get hard as he pleasured it. Each lap of his tongue made it even harder. It also created a wet desire between her legs.
She loved it. She loved every bit of it. The way he took control, the way he made it obvious how attractive he thought she was, the way that it seemed as though he couldn't get enough of her. It made her feel special and beautiful. It made her feel like she was queen of the world whenever he was there. She still wondered if they should really be doing this, but anticipation and desire had replaced most of her doubts.
He circled her areola with his tongue a few times, then gently pulled away. As he backed his face off, he kept his lips on her nipple until it popped out of his mouth. The movement created a wet kissing noise, that for some reason, turned Lily on even more. When she glanced down, she noticed that her pink nub was standing tall away from her breast. Freshly coated in his saliva, it now reflected the moonlight.
“You're fucking perfect,” he said, practically growling.
Before she could utter a response, he brought his face to her other breast and began giving it equal attention. Her body tingled with pleasure and the wetness between her legs intensified. She was ready to have him inside of her. Her pussy throbbed, practically begging for his manhood.
Still, she didn't want to rush it. She wanted to savor this as much as she could. Like the fine wine that was on his lips, sex with him was meant to be sipped, not chugged. As badly as she wanted to rip that underwear straight off of him and shove his cock into her hole, she knew that if she just relaxed and enjoyed the sensual dance that it would end up being much more gratifying in the end.
She brought her hands to the top of his shoulders and squeezed the muscles. They were firm and chiseled, the obvious result of years and years spent going to the gym to lift weights. She admired the way that they felt in her small hands and how they flexed with his movements.
He's just so perfect, she thought. Even if he is a decade older than I am. Who cares? It's not like I've ever met a man my own age that turns me on like this.
It was true, too. She dated tons of guys in their early twenties, but nobody compared to him. Maybe that was what she loved most about him. Maybe it wasn't just the fact that he was rich, and handsome and sweet. There was a possibility that a big part of her attraction was simply because he was a man. A real man. The kind of man that you bring home to Mom and show him off like he's the greatest thing to ever walk the earth. And in Lily's mind, whether she was ready to admit it or not, he was just that; the greatest man on earth.
He dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around the back of her ass, squeezing her cheeks. She gazed down at him, watching with anticipation as he kissed her stomach, just below her belly button. She was breathing harder now and was beyond turned on. She couldn't see it, but she was confident that the front of her panties had soaked through by now.
His lips grazed her stomach as he dropped further down, stopping when he reached the top of her panty line. Then he released her ass, slipped his fingers into the waist strap and jerked her underwear down to her knees in one quick motion.
God yes, she thought to herself. Taste me.
Once her panties were past her knees, they fell the rest of the way down to her ankles on their own. She kicked them to the side with one foot. Immediately after, he leaned forward. He kissed just above her pussy. Then he made his way down until his tongue gently grazed her sensitive clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, leaning her head back until it met the wall behind her.
Her eyes rolled up toward the heavens and her jaw dropped. Pleasure flowed through her, saturating every part of her body. He began flicking his tongue against her clit, lapping at it quickly and aggressively, like it was something he'd been waiting years to taste.
She couldn't even think. It felt too amazing for her to focus. The only thing that existed right then was the bliss that he created with his tongue. It was incredible and unlike anything she'd ever felt. It beat the hell out of any sex toy she owned and was most definitely better than what any oth
er guy had ever been able to give her. It created a kind of euphoria that left her breathless and her hands scratching the top of his shoulders.
“My God, you're good at this,” she whispered, after reminding herself to breath.
He growled sexually. The vibration transmitted from his vocal cords, through his lips and into her clit. She gasped, as a wave of ecstasy pulsated through her.
Whatever he was doing with his tongue was nothing short of pure magic. It was the perfect dance. It was like he knew her body better than she did. With perfect pressure and rhythm, he moved his tongue up and down the folds of her pussy. Each wave of pleasure that it created was more powerful than the last and soon, she found herself rising upward toward orgasm.
“I'm coming.” She mouthed the words, but not a single sound actually escaped her lips. She was too lost in the throes of pleasure to create any noise other than a guttural groan from her throat.
Still, it was as though he had read her mind. He began moving his tongue more quickly, bringing pressure to all the right places as he ate her out. She drew in a quick breath through her teeth, creating a soft hissing noise. Then she held it as she rode one of the waves upward, letting it take her to the top of orgasm.
Oh, my God, she thought, gripping her fingernails into his shoulders, as though she was holding on for dear life. He's making me come so hard.
Her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched. Suddenly, her entire world dissolved into a state of pure, raw bliss. It made her head tingle and her legs turn to rubber. Time stopped, for at least a moment anyway. The waves of ecstasy that had been pulsating through her had now become one giant tidal wave and it fell down upon her with such force that it was all she could do to remain standing.
She let it wash over her and when it passed, she found herself dazed yet content. Slowly opening her eyes, she glanced down just in time to watch him pull his face away from between her legs. She had become so wet from the orgasm that her natural juices had begun to dribble down the inside of her legs.
It took her a moment to regain her senses. When she did, she released his shoulders and held her hands out, surprised by how badly they were trembling.
“I need to feel you,” he said, standing up from the floor.