Page 28 of Lilies in Autumn

Greyson

She sucks in a breath, not expecting my demand to show me what she likes. Even if tonight ends with her putting her clothes back on and telling me to fuck off, this was still the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had. Yes, my dick may be uncomfortably hard, and I’ll need to jack off when she leaves, but her scent hangs in the room. Her long, curly brown hair is splayed on my pillow while her body lays on my sheets. Her scent is going to linger long after she’s gone. I’m not even sorry to admit that I won’t be washing my sheets any time soon; her lemony scent makes my dick hard and sleeping on those sheets each night, her scent wrapped around me?

That sounds like fucking heaven.

“…tell me what you like.” I catch the tail end of her statement, too busy admiring her curvy body on full display.

My sweet, naive vixen. Doesn’t she understand that her naked and on display for me is the height of my desire? She could ask to play goddamn Scrabble right now, and I would gladly comply with a raging hard-on.

“No, vixen. Show me whatyoulike.”

Her eyes widen, caught by surprise again. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth; the same lip I bit raw against my door. Her delicate hand moves between her thighs, lightly stroking her pussy in timid little passes. She can do better than that.

“Vixen, did you fuck yourself the night we met?”

She hesitates before offering a whispered, “Yes.”

That’s fucking right she did. “Tell me, what did you think about?”

“You,” she offers immediately. I grow harder in my jeans at the knowledge that she played with her pussy with me in mind.

“And what did you imagine me doing to you?”

“I imagined you on your knees, licking me, playing with me. I—,” she pauses, swallowing audibly. “I imagined riding your face until I came all over it.” She doesn’t realize it, but her hand moves against her cunt faster, the intent clear: a messy orgasm.

“After I licked you clean, what would I do?” She slips a finger inside her swollen pussy, pushing it in and out at a slow, measured pace.

“You’d stand up, demanding I returned the favor.” I groan. Her on her knees, sucking my cock, was the scenario I used to jerk off last night. I’m beyond pleased that her mind had the same thought.

“Vixen, eating your tight cunt is my reward. I wouldn’t expect you to suck my dick.”

“I-I wanted to.” Fuck me. I palm my cock through my jeans, nearly positive I’m going to come in my jeans from her fantasy.

“How would you take my cock?” She slips another finger inside, moving her fingers in and out faster, the heel of her palm grinding against her clit on each pass. Her eyes close as she chases her pleasure.

“I’ve never given a blow job before, but I’d let you tell me what you like. I just want to please you.” That’s fucking enough. She can’t look like this and say these things and expect me not to devour her. I have no patience when it comes to this woman.

“Fucking Christ, Ava.” I get up from my chair and quickly cross the room to her. She’s even more stunning up close. My eyes feast on her, and my mouth waters as her tits lay heavy on her chest. Her large nipples are so pale, they’re almost the same color as her skin. Her body is flushed from her arousal, making her hair seem darker and richer against my pillow. Her pussy is bare and on full display, dripping on my comforter. I’m not washing that.

She’s lost in the moment, unaware that I’m next to her until I lay my hand on top of hers, guiding her movements. She startles, whipping her head to stare at me. Fuck not touching her. I need a taste, otherwise, I’m going to go fucking insane. “Let me help you, vixen.” I lean down, capturing her plump bottom lip in my mouth. I bite into her mouth, tasting her need with the warring of her tongue against mine. I pull back, waiting for her response.

“God, yes. Please, Grey.” I move my hand against the one in her pussy, increasing the speed of her fingers pushing in and out of her wet heat. She starts to struggle against me, and I remove my hand, looking at her for her consent. “Grey, I need more. My fingers aren’t enough. I need you.”

“That’s right, baby. You need me.” I push her hand aside and use my middle finger to circle her clit, coating her cunt in her wetness. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Is this for me?”

Ava lets out a moan, pushing her hips into my hand, trying to find release. “You’re such a greedy girl.” I lean down, sucking a nipple into my mouth. Her body arches, twisting into me. I suck harder, alternating between biting her and soothing the pain with my tongue. I wait until she’s thrusting her hips up, and then I slide one thick finger through her slit, spearing her to my third knuckle. My fingers are bigger than hers and the walls of her pussy are tight, fluttering around me as she adjusts to the size.

I shift my attention to her other breast, worshiping her as I finger her.

“You’re so tight, baby. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” Her breathing grows heavier, her body more restless as I pay equal homage to her tits and her pussy. “Baby, I’m going to add another finger. It’s going to sting, but I need you to breathe for me.”

I slip another finger in, the snug fit of her forcing me to insert it slowly. She cries out, cursing at the fullness. “That’s right, baby. You’re doing so good, taking my fingers like a fucking champ.” I sink my fingers in deeper, grinding the heel of my hand against her to heighten the pressure. “Good girl, fuck my fingers.”

“Holy fucking fuck. Shit, goddammit. Greyson, it’s too much, it’s—” She cuts herself off on a scream, her body freezing as an orgasm washes through her, the aftershock causing her body to spasm in relief. Once the spasms subside, I remove my fingers, lick her sweet juices off, and wrap her in my arms as her labored breathing slows.

We’re quiet for a long moment, absorbing everything from the last forty-five minutes. I didn’t expect to have her naked and in my bed, but I’m not mad about it. I knew from my first conversation with Ava that she wasn’t the type of girl to be impressed by fame or money, not like a lot of other women I’ve met. No, she was the kind of girl that you needed to work to impress; she’d expect nothing but respect, loyalty, and love out of her partner. I’ve never loved a woman before, but there was something about Ava that made me think I could easily make her the most important part of my life.

“Grey.” She licks her dry lips. “I’ve never come that hard before.”

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