Page 60 of Spoiling Lillian
“When I started talking about you incessantly a month ago, Simone took me to see her gynecologist. I’m on birth control now.”
Bryson’s breath hitches as he drops onto all fours, his hands landing on either side of my shoulders. He licks his lips. “Lillian…”
I smile. I know guys get giddy about having sex without protection. Simone told me Bryson would lose his head when he found out. She was right.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom, Baby,” he says softly.
“Then I guess you’re sort of a virgin, too,” I joke.
He’s still grinning. “I’ve been tested, sweet girl.”
“Okay.” I reach for him. My pussy is still pulsing. If it could speak, it would shout at him to stop staring and fuck me.
He doesn’t budge, though. He searches my face, the goofy smile growing. “You’re mine, Lillian.”
“Show me.” I lift my legs and drag my shins up and down his thighs.
His chest is rising and falling as if he’s running. “Don’t rush me, naughty girl. This is a huge moment.”
I love that he’s being so sappy and trembling as though he really was a virgin. “Do you always hesitate like this before you have sex? Are you having second thoughts?” I tease. I know he’s not.
He smiles bigger and keeps staring. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His cock jerks.
I slide my hands down to stroke him. “Bryson…”
He finally lowers his body over mine, but instead of lining his erection up with my entrance, he reaches between us and eases a finger into me. “You’re so tight, Baby…”
I arch back and moan. I know it’s going to hurt when he enters me. I’m a smart girl. But it will only be painful for a minute. Simone assured me.
He adds another finger, holding my gaze as though gauging my reaction. When he adds a third, he slows his entrance. He’s breathing heavily. I think he’s nervous, and it’s endearing.
His fingers feel good, but I want his cock. Gripping his biceps with my fingers, I buck against him. “Please…”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits softly.
“You won’t.”
His forehead comes to mine as he removes his fingers from my pussy. His lips are a breath away. “Lillian…”
“I need you.”
“Fast or slow?” he whispers.
“Fast.” If he were moving any slower, we would die of old age before he fucked me.
He kisses me gently and then thrusts into me.
The pressure is tremendous, and I grit my teeth at how it feels. I know I need to breathe, but I can’t yet. I hold my breath and close my eyes tightly, trying to get through the initial shock.
Bryson threads his hands in my hair and cups my head. His forehead is still against mine, and he’s not moving. “Sweet girl…” he finally says.
I finally inhale deeply and open my eyes. “Do it again,” I mutter.
He grits his teeth as he partly eases out and then drives forward again.
“Oh yeah…” Now I get it. “Again.” I smile.
He pulls all the way out before obliging me. “Fuck, Lils. You’re killing me. I’m not going to last. So fucking tight, and without a condom…”
