Page 91 of Watercolor Skulls

She opens and closes her mouth. I’m sure there are things that come to mind but she’s a little scared to voice them. My cock swells. Fuck, we are never going to get downstairs at this rate. A thought comes to me. It’s a little evil. Should I?

Another shiver runs up her spine as if she can read my thoughts.

“I don’t know what you want me to say?” She shifts nervously.

I shrug my shoulders. “Well, there’s no hurry I guess, maybe you can think about it through breakfast?”

It’s then she realizes what I’ve just done. She whines as she rips my shirt over her head. Oh, she so did that on purpose.

Her eyes meet mine, checking to see if she has any chance of winning this round. Nope. Not a chance. Hey, I know my balls are going to ache over this too, but a little anticipation is good for the soul.

She huffs a stray piece of hair out of her eyes as she leans over to snag her bra from the floor. She glares at me but in a playful, yet I want to kill you sort of way. I chuckle to myself as I begin getting dressed myself. This is my Lily. She’s back. With each passing minute she is morphing back into the Lily I met at the tattoo shop, leaving the Lily I found clinging to a ledge behind.

“I’ll meet you down there,” she says, standing on her tip toes to give me a peck on the cheek.

She bounces out of the room. An evil smile forms on my face. I grab the little clit vibrator I bought. I was going to torture her with it the night of the run but that all went to shit after she almost dove head first into the lake. Pocketing it, I whistle my way downstairs.

She’s washing her hands in the sink. I walk up behind her and press her into the counter. She grunts, instantly pressing her ass into my groin. When she turns her head, she’s smiling. “About time you showed up. I thought you were going to ditch,” she says over her shoulder.

“I’d never ditch you.” I pull the clit vibrator out of my pocket. “I’ve got something that might help stimulate your mind. Maybe it can help you think of something that has never been done to you.” I lean in and nip at her earlobe.

She stills in my arms as my hands slide around, popping the button on her jeans. I shove the rubbery stimulator inside her panties, completely covering her clit. It has a tail of beads that I align right down to her asshole. She hisses, making my cock jump in my jeans.

Once I’m content with the placement I gently pull my hand out of her pants and button her back up. I kiss her cheek before taking a step away.

She doesn’t move. Not an inch. “Dan,” she says, unsure of what is happening.

I slide the bar on my phone, giving her a little buzz. Lily jolts forward, grabbing the counter tightly. “Oh. Oh shit.” She starts to double over so I pull back on the control.

Slowly she rights herself, cautious for it to begin again. She spins towards me. “W-what is that?” she asks unsteadily.

“This?” I shake my phone in my hand. “Just a little item I picked up. Thought we’d give it a try.” I put it in my pocket, wash my hands and head to the cupboard to retrieve the griddle. “Should we make pancakes?”

She rotates in place, her eyes not leaving my pocket. “Dan, everyone will be up soon,” she warns, her eyebrows raised to her hairline.

“Well then you better come before they do.”

“Dan,” she squeals, stomping her foot.

Buzz.

“Oh. Oh.” She leans back then forward again, trying to get the thing to ease off her.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

She is glaring daggers at me now, but I see the lust…so we continue to play.

I hand her a dozen eggs. “You can whip these up and I’ll start on the pancakes.” My eyes trail over her ass as she leans over the counter, cracking an egg in a bowl. I drag my gaze away and focus on the task at hand, which is making her squirm.

“So, have you ever given a blow job?”

She stills, bracing herself for the kick to come. And it does.

She nods her head feverishly, answering quickly, hoping to escape the vibration. “Yes. Yes, I’ve given a blow job.”

I pull my hand from my pocket, pleased she answered truthfully. Leaving the griddle to warm, I grab the bacon out of the fridge. Lily is eyeing me nervously.

Setting the bacon on the counter, I turn towards her. “It’s been scientifically proven that the first sizzle of bacon causes Raffe to wake from the dead.” I cock an eyebrow and she swallows hard, getting my message loud and clear.

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