Page 47 of Spoiling Lillian
“Yes, Sir,” I manage.
He rises slowly. “Pull your knees up and spread them for me, sweet girl.”
I do as I’m told, shaking violently. I’ve wanted this for weeks, but I’ve been desperate for it for twenty-four hours. That’s how far we’ve come since he came over last night.
It’s as though we knew this would happen if we gave in to our desire to be together, and we put it off as long as possible to be certain it was the right decision. All bets were off once I saw him for the second time in the flesh. I knew it immediately. I’m sure he did, too.
He still doesn’t touch me as he slowly dips his gaze down my body, worshipping me with his eyes. He did this earlier, and I nearly lost my mind. This time is different. This time, he’s going to follow through and let me come.
“I’m going to devour you, Lillian,” he says firmly. “I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t see straight. But don’t ask for more. Not tonight. We’re barreling at warp speed in this relationship. I won’t rush into taking you with my cock. Understood?”
I nod.
Bryson sets his hands on my inner thighs and presses them wider.
The exposure is tremendous. I’m desperate to come. One orgasm. That’s all I’ve experienced. I want another one. I want a dozen.
When he lowers his head between my legs, I can’t breathe. The first gentle swipe of his tongue through my folds and over my clit makes me moan. I never fully came down from my high earlier. I’m still swollen and needy and wet. It only takes seconds for my eyes to roll back and my jaw to drop.
Bryson sucks my clit, holding it captive while he flicks it with his tongue.
That’s all it takes. I cry out as pulses of release wash through me. It’s not enough. I want more. But I don’t need to worry. Bryson’s not done. He doesn’t even release my clit as I writhe.
When he lightly scrapes his teeth over the swollen nub, I moan. A second later, his tongue thrusts into my channel.
My head rolls back and forth. There’s an odd purring noise in the room. It’s coming from me.
He fucks me with his tongue over and over, growling against my pussy, the vibrations driving me higher.
Suddenly, his mouth is back on my clit, and he releases one thigh to thrust a finger into me.
I arch my chest off the bed, tip my head back, and grab his shoulders. Bracing myself, I try to lift my hips, but he stops me with his other hand on my pelvis.
He adds a second finger to my pussy, thrusting them in and out of me, dragging them across the front of my channel.
The room is spinning. I’m bombarded with the best sensations I’ve ever felt. Thank goodness I never considered entering into a loveless marriage for one moment.
Bryson nips at my clit, and I scream his name, “Bryson…” Another orgasm consumes me. This time, my pussy milks his fingers, waves of contractions gripping him.
He seems to know exactly when to ease back before releasing my clit and slowly removing his fingers. He kisses me sweetly all over my pussy.
I’m panting as I tip my head toward him. There’s a smile on my face that might be permanent. “Holy shit,” I mutter.
He smiles. “Yeah. Fuck, you’re sexy.” He wipes his mouth on the sheet and leans farther over my body.
The next thing I know, his lips are wrapped around one of my nipples, sucking, flicking, nibbling just enough to make me moan. And then his mouth comes to mine, kissing me deeply.
He holds my head, tipping it to the angle he wants as he continues kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s a heady experience. I wrap my arms around his body and dig my fingertips into the small of his back. If I could anchor him against me and never let him go, I would.
We’re both gasping for air when Bryson releases my lips. He sets his forehead against mine. His voice is tight and gravelly when he speaks. “I know it’s fast, Lillian, but I’ve never felt like this in my life. I hope you’re not too innocent to recognize how fucking huge this is. I want to yank out your suitcases, pack your shit, and move you into my house. I want you next to me in my bed for the rest of my life. I want your face to be the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you have whatever you need to feel fulfilled. Please tell me you feel it, too.”
“Yes,” I respond without hesitation. “I feel all of it.”
He kisses me again. “I need to feed you boxed, orange mac and cheese. Slightly cold and congealed. Yum,” he says sarcastically.
I giggle. “There are chicken nuggets in the freezer if you want to heat some of those in the microwave instead,” I tease.
He shudders. “Can’t say I’m the world’s greatest cook, but I can do a hell of a lot better than that. Your processed food days are going to come to a halt soon.”
