Page 30 of Lillian

I nearly come at the sight of it.

I toss the vibrator aside, not even bothering to turn it off. I lunge for her, pull her knees to her chest, and thrust into her in one smooth motion.

“Oh God. Oh God, oh God,” she sobs, and her core flutters around my cock as she comes again.

My hips snap forward in an unrelenting rhythm. Her body is practically folded in half, and I’m leaning completely over her.

From the corner of my eyes, I see her hands are starting to turn a light blue. Pulling out, my dick slaps my stomach as I lean over and uncuff both her hands. She rubs her wrists, getting blood flow going again, but I’m not done with her.

My hands grip her hips, and I toss her onto her stomach, lift her hips until her ass is up in the air, forehead touching the pillows, and thrust back into her.

Her pussy is still so tight, even after a handful of orgasms. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Too good.”

I smack the fleshy globe of her ass, and we moan in unison as she tightens around me at the contact.

With the butt plug right there, I start to thrust hard and fast, pushing on it. The double sensations must be an overload to her already stimulated body.

This time when she comes, I follow her. I thrust one more time, hips stuttering as I bury myself deep inside of her, filling her with my cum.

We collapse on the bed together with me still inside her. Both of us are so exhausted, she doesn’t protest as I pull her tightly into my body, kiss her sticky forehead, and hold onto her.

Scared to let her go.

Her breathing evens out less than a minute later, cute little snores ringing out, and I follow her into sleep shortly after.

I wake slowly,body already heated and building to another impossible orgasm.

Glancing down, I see Lincoln’s fingers rubbing my clit in slow, steady circles. Soft lips pepper kisses from my ear to my neck, down to my bare shoulder. A shudder wracks through me at the sensation. He’s still holding onto me from behind. Like he woke up just before me and couldn’t help himself. The thought alone fills me with an unhealthy amount of satisfaction. That I can still affect him this way.

“Oh God,” I murmur as a slow, intense orgasm spreads through my body, all the way to my toes.

Turning to lay on my back, his body covers mine, and I let him kiss me. Slow. Intense. Passionate.

I take him into my hand, rubbing him just as slow as he was me. His lips leave mine, and he looks into my eyes as I stroke him. The look in his gaze is just as intense as his kiss was. But I can’t look away. A little flicker of hope builds in me. Maybe thistime can be different. Maybe we’ve grown enough apart that it’ll be better.

Maybe he…

No.

The truth is, I was embarrassed.

That’s what he said to me. Nothing about this is different. Tonight is all we get.

Still, I don’t look away from the depth of emotion swimming in his hazel eyes. He pulls my hand from him, and I wrap my leg around his hip as he guides himself to my opening.

He inches in slowly, and I cringe a little at the pain, sore from earlier. It had been a minute since I’d had sex, and my body is paying for it.

I take a deep breath and unclench, letting him inch in further.

“That’s it. You can do it, baby. You can take more,” he coos, and damn him, it works. I go liquid, doing anything to get another ounce of his approval.

His praise.

His hips hit mine as he bottoms out. Rather than speed up to chase a fast orgasm, he continues the slow pace, eyes still locked on mine.

One hand holds my hip, but his other finds my free hand and twines our fingers together above my head.

He doesn’t say a word, and neither do I.

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