Page 21 of Spoiling Lillian
I bet her nipples are hard points. I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing them yet, let alone touching them. Not even the little tips through her clothes. I’m sure she wasn’t wearing a bra when we went out last week, but the fabric around her chest was rippled and kept me from knowing the status of her tight buds.
The thought of her opening the door in that tiny cotton nightie, picturing it barely covering her bottom… That’s all it takes for me to come hard against the tile wall.
I’m panting as I release my cock, and it takes a few minutes before I can push off the wall and wash my body. Unfortunately, I doubt my efforts are going to keep my dick from remaining hard.
Rushing around, I manage to get out of my house in fifteen minutes, and I’m at Lillian’s building when I said I would be. She buzzes me up, and I’m at her apartment in record time.
I feel like a teenager. It’s been this way since I met her. I think about her all day and live for our calls. Another reason I haven’t seen her since last weekend is that I don’t trust myself around her. But my willpower is gone.
Sure enough, she opens her door wearing exactly what I saw her in thirty minutes ago. And fuck me. The tiny pink cotton nightgown makes my cock go from three-quarters hard to fully erect.
This sort of nightie is not my style. I’m more of a black lace kind of guy. But that was before I met Lillian. She might look spectacular in black lace, but this soft pink suits her.
Her hair is hanging down her back, waves of it brushed out and tucked behind her ears. She’s free of makeup, which makes sense since she’d been climbing into bed when I called. I’m glad she didn’t rush into her bathroom and apply mascara. I like her better this way. She’s innocent and wholesome. It’s so fucking refreshing.
My sweet girl often gets ready for bed by eight. I know this because I call her at that time most evenings. I know she doesn’t go to sleep so early. She likes to read in bed, and I suspect she likes to be comfortable when we talk.
I’m standing on the threshold of her apartment, neither of us moving. I can’t yet. I’m still letting my gaze run up and down her frame. The nightie has some princess I don’t know on the front. The sleeves are a ruffle of the same cotton material. So is the hem, which reaches barely past her panties.
She shivers as I stare, and goosebumps rise all over her arms and legs. I want to devour her from head to toe, but that’s not what’s going to happen. Lillian has zero experience. I can’t barge in, rip off her nightie, and take her virginity.
The truth is, I can’t take her virginity at all. That would be an asshole move on my part. She’s not ready for that.
As if she’s reading my mind, she suddenly narrows her gaze and licks her pretty lips. “Can we negotiate sex before you step inside?”
I give her a crooked smile. “Not a chance, sweet girl.”
She sighs, her shoulders dropping as she steps back and opens the door wider. “Have I been friend-zoned after what happened last week?”
I step inside and shut the door before cupping her cheeks with both hands and leaning in to kiss her briefly. “No, Lils. Definitely not.”
She whispers against my lips, “I wasn’t sure since I haven’t seen you all week.”
I kiss her again, partly because I can’t help myself and partly to reassure her that we are not just friends. “I wasn’t lying, sweet girl. I’ll never lie to you. I’ve had a busy week at work. I really did work twelve-hour days before I called you. Tomorrow is my first day off.”
“Okay.” She sets her hands on my chest and slides them around my neck. She’s so much shorter than me that she has to rise onto her tiptoes to do so.
I’m aware of the fact that her nightie has to be way up above her panties now, and it’s impossible to resist grabbing her around the waist and lifting her off the floor.
She giggles as she wraps her legs around me. “Are you sure we’re not going to have sex?”
“Positive, naughty girl. I am going to discipline you, though.”
She threads her fingers in the back of my hair. “It wasn’t that big of a deal, you know.”
I chuckle as I walk her through the apartment, aiming directly for her bedroom. “Hiding in the back of Simone’s closet so Camden didn’t know you were eating candy?”
She sighs. I love her dramatic sighs. “We were just being silly. Candy won’t kill us.”
When I reach the edge of her bed, I turn and sit, keeping her wrapped around me. It feels so natural even though we’ve never done anything like this before. I can’t help picturing a future where I come home to her every night and lift her off the floor so she can wrap her legs around my body.
Lillian’s nightie is not concealing her panties. Her pussy is pressing directly against my rigid cock. The only thing between her cunt and my denim is the cotton gusset. I bet it’s soaked.
I slide my hands down to palm her bottom. Fuck me. Just fuck me. The fact that I haven’t actually seen these panties yet doesn’t mean I’m not visualizing them. They are indeed cotton bikinis. I bet they’re pink to match her nightie. I can’t wait to see them. Soon.
I squeeze her cheeks. “I’m quite certain Camden will never fully recover from the fact that Simone was attacked. He panics when he can’t find her.”
Lillian’s shoulders drop. She lowers her gaze to my chest and slides her palms down to toy with the collar of my black T-shirt. “Yeah, he said something like that right before he spanked her.”
