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“Fuck, Lily,” he growls. “How does anyone get this wet?”
“Oh, you know. That’s what nine years of wanting a guy will do to a girl. Don’t let it go to your head… I mean…”
He smirks. “You have any idea what nine years of wantingyouand waiting foryoudoes to a guy?”
“I have a pretty good idea.” I push on his shoulders as hard as I can, to get him onto his back. I kneel alongside his legs and lift up the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs to free his massive erection. It is so hot and hard that my hand instinctively releases it and jerks back. When I uncover it and tug his underpants down, I just marvel at this magnificent, beautiful monument to Wes Carver’s attraction to me, and my hands instinctively grasp it.
He really does want me.
I nudge his legs apart so I can kneel between them.
I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to work with him if we ever had sex, but now I’m thinking I will do exactlyanythingthis man says and absolutelyeverythingI can to help him sell buildings or whatever it is he does again. I don’t know—I just really like this penis, and I’m not even mad about it.
I cup his balls with one hand and grip his thigh with the other while I lick up the underside of his shaft and swirl my tongue around the rim of the head.
“Fuck, Lily.”
I suck on the tip while stroking the length of him, reveling in the way he groans and mutters my name, over and over—until his rock-hard abs hit the top of my head and I realize he’s sat up and he’s flipping me onto my back and pulling me down to the edge of the mattress.
“I was in the middle of something,” I complain meekly.
“So was I,” he says gruffly. “That felt fucking amazing, but I’m going to make you feel amazing first. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I mumble as I try to relax my neck and close my eyes.
He applies pressure to the hood of my raging clitoris with one hand while promptly removing my underwear with the other. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He kisses my inner thigh, and I feel two big fingers slide inside me. I contract around them, my hips bucking. He slides those fingers out and in and out and in, and then he curls his fingers inside me and I feel a jolt. I can feel his warm breath as his mouth hovers over my clit before he gently licks it, just once. My heart is racing, but my mind is too. He sucks on the inner flesh of my upper thigh again before removing his fingers and gliding his tongue up my entrance and then around the clit, and it feels so good my body can’t seem to handle it and my brain definitely can’t concentrate on this intense pleasure.
I blindly reach for the nearest pillow and cover my face with it.
I’m trembling, but this orgasm is coming out like delirious, uncontrollable laughter.
He tugs at the pillow and then lifts it up off me.
“Are you laughing?”
“No. Yes.” I’m horrified. I cover my eyes with my hands because I can’t look at him while I say this. “I was just thinking about how calla lilies look like vaginas. Have you noticed that?”
“Lily.”
“What?”
“You don’t have to be nervous.”
“I beg to differ.” I cover my face with the pillow again.Fuck this weekend.My voice is muffled, but I keep talking anyway.“I mean, it’syou. And you’ve put some kind of voodoo spell on me that makes me honest about my feelings and I don’t know who I am anymore if I’m not the girl who teases you and then runs away. I want this. I want it so badly. I want you, and I don’t know how to be.”
“Lily.” I hear his deep, soothing voice with my whole body.
“What?” I toss the pillow away like a petulant child—super sexy move.
His face is five inches above mine now, his gray eyes still hooded, and his big hand is holding my face, forcing me to stare at him. “I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I meant what I said last night—if you even remember. I know who you are, even when you don’t.”
I empty my lungs. “I know. That’s the problem.”
“It’s not a problem.” He lowers his head so that his mouth is right next to my ear and speaks softly but firmly while moving one hand under the T-shirt, caressing my waist, my hip, the curve of my ass. “Right now, there are no problems. You’re a fucking goddess to me, even when you’re a mess. Everything you say and do surprises me and turns me on. Right now, all you have to do is lie here and let me work my magic on your gorgeous wet pussy. Becausethatis all I’m thinking about.”
Well now, Mr. Carver. When you put it that way…
He licks his lower lip and shifts his weight onto one elbow. He looks like he’s mentally shifting gears. Shit, I’ve lost him. He runs his fingers through his hair. “But I mean, if you can’t handle this…”
