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Too bad she doesn’t seem to share my same enthusiasm for foreplay when she says, “I swear to God, if I don’t come soon, I’m going to die.”
With a chuckle, I kick my underwear off, grab a condom from the nightstand, and roll it on before returning to bed. Lily parts her thighs, and I situate myself between them so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
I lean forward and slide one hand underneath her head while I guide myself inside with the other. I don’t dare look away from her face, so I take in the slight pinch between her brows before a look of pure bliss replaces it once I bottom out.
I touch my forehead to hers and give myself a second. I’m not the sentimental type, but something about this moment…aboutLily…feels like I’ve been reunited with a piece of my heart I didn’t even know I was missing.
Lily doesn’t press me to hurry, instead cupping my cheek and crushing her mouth to mine, sealing the memory with a kiss that rivals them all.
My body is hot and feverish as I slowly slide out of her, a warmth spreading through me when I pitch my hips forward again. Slowly at first before the rhythm changes.
Lily claws at my back, her own arching as I find the perfect pace that unleashes a new side to her which I’ve yet to discover.
With every jerk of our hips, Lily’s breathing grows more unsteady, only to falter when I suck on her nipple again.
My name has never sounded better than it does from her parted lips, and I cherish every groan, moan, and whimper that escapes her while she’s in the throes of passion.
When I take her legs that are wrapped around my waist and toss them over my shoulders, we both sigh at the new angle. Her sounds of pleasure grow more intense, only to be cut off when I wrap one hand around her throat.
My hold is firm, and her eyes widen as I thrust deeper than ever before. I can feel her fighting off her orgasm. Can feel the way her breath hitches and her pussy spasms, yet she still won't let go.
I find the crook of her neck and suck hard enough to leave a mark. “What will it take to make you come?”
She flashes me a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I slide out and slam forward again, making her gasp. When she still hasn’t orgasmed, I alter my angle and hit the spot that has her moaning.
“Stop being stubborn,” I say through gritted teeth, fighting my own orgasm. Sex isn’t an activity I partake in often, and I’venever been self-conscious about it until now, as I fight against the urge to come before she has a chance.
“But it’s so much fun to see you fight your instincts.” She laughs, and I snap.
I flip us over until she’s on top, looking down at me with those doe eyes of hers.
“Let’s see you fight yours.” I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her all the way up to my crown, until I yank her back down with a hiss.
Her head falls back with a breathy exhale, and her hair tickles my thighs. She repeats the move with a curse, working herself on my cock while I sit and take her in.
That patience only lasts a minute until I’m hit with another urge to participate. I sit up higher against the headboard and pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her squeak.
“Okay! Point taken.” She places her hand against my chest and begins to rise, taking her heat with her.
Now I’m the one cursing to myself becausecazzo. I’m addicted. Utterly, completely, unbelievably addicted to her.
When she slams back down, we both groan, and I reward her with my thumb pressing against her clit. We find a perfect rhythm, with her riding me while I jerk my hips until she finally shatters.
Wanting to join her, I hold her down and thrust until I finally follow her over the edge, diving headfirst into oblivion. Lily rides out my orgasm with me, not relenting until every ounce of pleasure is bled from my body.
She falls forward with a huff, and I wrap my arms around her, not quite ready to let her go.
I feel like a fool for wasting a year of our lives fighting what I should’ve beenembracing. It was a grave mistake on my part, but I’ve learned from it and want to move forward.Together.
And for once the idea of becoming obsessed with someone else doesn’t terrify me, so long as that person is Lily.
I wake up yet again to Daisy, although it is much closer this time because Lily thought it would be a great idea to let her jump onto the bed.
“Down,” I command, but Daisy army crawls her way into my arms, giving me her bestplease forgive meface.
I cast Lily a sharp look when she giggles at Daisy licking my face from chin to hairline.
