Page 80 of One Touch

“Hey,” she murmured, her voice husky. “I thought you might want some help cleaning up.”

I swallowed hard. “Thanks,” I managed, my voice rough. “I’m almost done, but you can help me finish up if you want.”

Lily nodded, grabbing a towel from the counter and moving to stand beside me at the sink. We worked in silence for a few minutes.

Then, she turned to take a plate as I was putting it in the drying rack, and our hands met, just for a moment. The air crackled. Desire took root.

“This is hard,” she said. “Two days is a long time.”

“Yep,” I agreed. I tried to focus on the task at hand, on the mindless repetition of wash, rinse, repeat. But all I could think about was the heat of Lily’s body next to mine, the scent of her skin filling my nostrils, the way her lips had felt against my skin just yesterday.

“You know,” she said at last, “kissing isn’t having sex.”

I looked at her. She was so beautiful. Absolutely perfect. “That’s true.”

I wasn’t in control of my body. I stepped closer to her.

“Did you know,” she whispered, “that you’re really sexy when you wash the dishes?”

“I did,” I growled, gently kissing the smooth skin of her neck. “It’s the only reason I do it when you’re around. To entice and delight you.”

She giggled. “You’re really sexy when you kiss my neck too.”

I put my arms around her, drawing her in closer. “Every bit of you is sexy,” I breathed. “Your fucking spine. Your spine is sexy.”

“My spine?” She smiled. “I guess I’ll try and waft it in your direction more often.”

“Please,” I said. “Waft your spine in front of me at every given opportunity.”

“Your jaw is sexy,” she whispered. “I want you to rub your scruff between my legs.”

My heart raced. The lump at my crotch pushed into her belly. “Not sure putting my scruff between your legs is in the rules.”

“Nice thing about having rules,” she said, a sphinxlike smile on her lips, “is that if you make them yourself, you get to interpret them yourself.”

“Come with me,” I said. Blood rushed in my ears as I led her up the stairs to my room. As we entered, I glanced around, seeing the space through her eyes for the first time. The room was a mix of practicality and remnants of a life once fuller. A sturdy, dark wood bed dominated the center, covered with a simple navy quilt. The walls, painted a soft gray, held framed photographs of vintage cars. Mostly Christmas gifts from Ida, who enjoyed decking her diner out with similar vintage prints. A firefighter’s helmet rested on a dresser in the corner.

The large window overlooked the ocean, offering a beautiful view of the town.

Turning to Lily, I saw her taking it all in, her presence already making the room feel warmer, more alive.

“You letting me in your bed?” she asked, closing my door behind her. “I’m honored.”

“You might be in your PJs, but don’t even think about falling asleep in it.” I scooped her up, and she yelped with surprise, then I carried her to the bed and threw her onto the mattress.

She laughed, then said, “I can’t believe I’m about to not have sex with you.”

I took off my t-shirt then loosened my pants, dropping them to the floor. “We don’t even need a condom,” I said, before grabbing my thick cock and stroking it a couple of times.

“Mmm, you look good,” Lily moaned, wriggling out of her tank top and shorts.

I was very interested in the fact she didn’t have any panties underneath. I couldn’t help myself from stroking my cock a few more times while I admired her.

“No offense,” she said, “but you look a lot like a man who’s about to have sex.”

“No chance,” I said, kneeling at the foot of the bed and grabbing Lily’s legs, dragging her toward me. I buried my facebetween her thighs then licked all the way up her smooth slit. “Damn, you taste good.”

Lily moaned as I started to lick her in long, slow movements. I gently sucked her plump little lips, stopping every now and then to watch the wetness seep out of her. Then, I sought out her clit and let the tip of my tongue flick over it until her legs began to shake.

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