Page 55 of The Player Penalty
My body lays over hers, with my hips settled between her thighs. We’re close enough that our faces nearly touch. Lily’s grip on my shoulders keeps me in place, which is fine because this is where I want to spend the rest of the night.
“Full, but that’s obvious, isn’t it?”
“Complete,” I say instead, deciding it makes for a better word. “Give me your hand.” I guide it to where our bodies are joined together and let my dick slide out of her pussy. “Do you feel us?”
I move again, slowly sinking back into her pussy. Lily’s eyes grow bigger as I repeat the movement a second and third time. “Touch yourself for me.”
“What?”
“Go on. Do it.”
Her cheeks further darken, but the circular motion between us tells me she’s doing it. Lily’s hips slowly roll as she learns my rhythm and copies it.
I want to do more. I want to fuck her into the mattress. I want to flip her onto her stomach.
“Julian, you can go faster now. It doesn’t hurt. You won’t hurt me, I promise.”
I close my eyes and tell myself to be gentle. “Faster. Got it.”
I snap against her while Lily’s hand stays tucked beneath us, with her seemingly determined to soak up every part of our time together. My speed increases, and her breathing grows heavier. I move, wanting to put more weight on my arms when hers encircles my back to bring our bodies closer. I oblige and go faster.
My hips snap, and our bodies join, slick and warm against each other.
She scratches my back and cries into my ear.
“I’m close. Really close.”
Closer than I thought. Something animal-like takes over my body, and I slam into her several times with enough force that she bumps into the headboard.
Finally, I shutter and lay still.
All I hear is her shallow breaths and my thundering heart. Her fingers tickle my scalp.
We lay in silence, a peaceful return to our bodies as the desperation leaves.
Lily says my name so quietly I almost miss it.
“Are you hurt or sore?”
“I’m tingling.”
That’s a good sign, isn’t it? “Our first time,” I say.
“Only mine.”
“It’s still ours, and that won’t change.” Truthfully, this night brought us both plenty of firsts, but we don’t need to talk about it now. Tonight was for her, not me.
Can a person want to drift off to sleep like this and also feel incredibly alert at the same time?
“It’s time for your medicine,” I finally remind her.
“I need to go take it,” she says and doesn’t move. The dreamy expression is still on her. A few strands of hair around her temples are damp.
“No, you need to relax while I get them.” I force myself up and quickly return with a glass of water and two small pills. It occurs to me, not for the first time, that, aside from her father, I’m the only person she trusts to share her medication needs with. “When you’re ready, I’ll start your bath.”
“You’re spoiling me.”
That’s the plan.
