Page 106 of Watercolor Skulls

The corner of Lily’s mouth tilts up into a small smile.

“Maybe she was jealous. I mean you did give me a pretty intense orgasm.”

Oh, this little creature.

Her humor is short lived, the mood turning solemn once again. “I hate that we even have to talk about this. I…I just wish we didn’t have all this hanging over our heads.”

“It’s not. It’s under our goddamn feet and we are going to stomp the shit out it. Mark my words, Lily, your dad’s house is going to burn.”

Her eyes sparkle up at me. “I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out where those flip drives could be.”

“We’ll figure it out.” I pull her to my chest. “So, not to change the subject but wereyoua little jealous today?”

She pulls back, giving me a warning scowl, shoving away from me. “I didn’t like the way they were drooling over you.”

“Now you see how I feel when the guys at the bar drool all over you.” I laugh at the haughty look on her face. “But in all seriousness, you never have to worry about that. You’re all I want. You’re my sun.”

A shy smile forms on her face. She twirls a piece of wet hair on her finger. “I don’t know what you see in me.”

“Well, I’ll tell you.” I take a step towards her digging my fingers into her waist. “I see my girl, my future wife, the mother of my children. I see it all, baby.”

She stares up at me. “You may be a little crazy,” she chuckles nervously.

“Crazy for you.” Then I drop to my knees, pushing her back against the shower stall. Her eyes open wide as my tongue swirls around her belly button. I’m going to show her just how crazy I am.

This is a first for her and I’m going to make it good. When my tongue teases her clit, she drops her head against the shower wall. “Dan,” she breathes, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

I swirl my tongue a few more times before sucking her clit into my mouth, she shudders, her legs going weak. I pull back. “Go lay on the bed, baby.”

She hurries from the shower, quickly drying off and practically running to the bed. I take my time. She’s wound up, and like I said, anticipation is all a part of the process.

When I walk out of the bathroom I stop dead in my tracks. She’s laid out across the bed, spread open for me, a teasing smile on her face. I climb between her legs, lowering myself to the space between her thighs. I run my nose along the inside of one of them, making her shiver.

“Dan,” she pleads. My name like a prayer on her tongue.

“Do you want me to lick your pretty little pussy?” I ask.

Her face turns red but she nods. A tiny nod. Not good enough.

She huffs, blowing hair from her eyes. “Please lick my pussy,” she says quietly.

“You forgot something.” I roam over to her other thigh, kissing my way down to that delectable spot where thigh meets the promise land. She giggles, oh yes, she’s a little ticklish there. Mental note made.

“Say it, Lily.”

She huffs again. “Please lick myprettylittle pussy.”

I give her what she asks for. I’m going to get this girl to love herself eventually. I want her to realize just how much I love her. Every part of her. She has nothing to be ashamed of. Not her thoughts, her body, her kinks.

She squeals, pulling me out of my thoughts. I ease up a bit as she grips the sheets. “You taste so good, baby,” I say, leaning back to admire her perfection. She watches me as I slide a finger inside her. Her eyes roll back into her head when I add another and then another. When my tongue touches her lightly she screams. So sensitive. So mine.

Her fingers slide into my hair. God I love that. I tease her until her fingers tighten, pulling, pushing. She’s lost now. There’s nothing holding her back. She’s completely submerged in what I’m doing to her body. Good. I’m going to fucking erase him from her mind. One orgasm at a time.

“Dan, oh, Dan, somethings, oh, god.”

I’m curling my fingers, pressing, pressing till she’s completely at my mercy.

Tears stream out the corners of her eyes, she can’t move, she can’t do anything but lie here and take what I’m giving her. I’ve found the magic spot and she can’t do anything about it. Her eyes are wide as she stares at me. She wants me to stop, she wants me to go, she doesn’t know what’s about to happen.

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