Page 50 of Lily's Eagle

I like seeing that look in his eyes. He had it when he was facing those men with the guns, and especially when he overpowered that one guy and pointed the gun to his head. He was ready to kill then. He also gets this look in his eyes whenever he thinks I’m in danger. It’s an invincible warrior look. A look that tells me I’ll always be safe with him, no matter where, and no matter what is facing us.

“No need to say it,” he says softly, regretfully even. “I’ve loved you for a long time, Lily. But you want what you want. And don’t want what you don’t want.”

His words pierced right through the skin of my chest and are creating hot, little pools of bliss inside my heart now all running into each other and entering my blood.

There’s nothing more to say. And what I want to say can’t be expressed with words anyway. He got it right, yet so wrong at the same time.

I lean away from his fingers brushing my lips with sparks of lighting and, before he can take that the wrong way too, I lean back down past his hand and touch my lips to him, the flashes of lighting it causes very nearly overwhelming.

For a second he freezes, but then he kisses me back, passionately, hungrily, like it’s the one thing he’s longed for his whole life.

Lighting and thunder dance in my body, creating a perfect storm of bliss. I can taste the river on him, the fire, the pure, untouched wildness all around us. And the freedom of finally giving myself into something I want completely.

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The fire is blazing, both the one we’re lying next to in the real world and the one his kisses and caresses, squeezes and nips are causing inside me. To touch him is fire too, and the muscles of his arms, his back and neck and stomach are sturdy and strong yet pliant under my hands, my nails and my lips.

None of this is weird in any way. I always feared it might be if we went down this road. But it’s exactly how it should be, how it always should’ve been. The only thing that’s confusing is why we waited so long. That makes no sense to me anymore, none at all.

The quilt is spread out on the soft sandy ground and we’re lying skin to skin atop it, wearing nothing but our underwear, his body on top of mine better than any blanket and the rich, hard soil under my back nicer than any mattress.

He rises up on his elbows and looks so deeply into my eyes I feel more than just naked. I feel stripped bare. It’s a look of such devotion, love, passion, desire and lust it’s hard to look at directly. Even for me and I’m not afraid to stare down anything.

He peels the straps of my bra down past my shoulders, his touch lightning, his eyes fire. I help by unclasping it so he can take it all the way off. We sigh at the same time as the cool night air and the blazing heat of the fire cutting through it hit pert nipple and hot skin. The animal, wild hunger in his eyes is unmistakable and almost as searing as the kisses that follow. He starts on my neck, gently running his hand along my breast and down my stomach, creating a path that his lips soon follow.

I’m moaning and writhing by the time his kisses reach my nipples. He plays with them, with his tongue and lips and teeth, until I’m gasping for more, until my entire body is one giant sparkling thing.

I need more. I need him inside me. Why is he going so slow?

But I only have to tune into his glances and the feel of his kisses to know that. He’s savoring me. And I don’t ever want it to end.

His soft, tickling kisses traverse my stomach next, and stop just at the edge of my panties.

Why stop?

“Go on,” I say in a hoarse whisper.

He needs no more encouragement than that and rips down my panties with all the strength and blasting force of his desire for me that’s he’s been keeping in check until now.

As his lips touch my clit I very nearly lose it. The cool night air and his hot breath and hotter tongue clash in the wake of the pleasure his touch on my clit is giving me.

I need more. I need him inside me.

And no sooner than I think it, he slides a finger into my pussy, seemingly huge, yet fitting perfectly.

All thought ceases as he adds another, and starts pumping them in and out. His fiery gaze fixed on my eyes just completes this perfect circle of bliss.

I’m sighing and moaning and soon groaning and writhing and he doesn’t let up, keeps pumping his fingers in and out, pressing a button deep inside I didn’t even know I possessed. It’s the source of all this pleasure filling my body to the brim and beyond. The trigger. There’s no holding back the flood of pleasure for long, and the orgasm that rips through me is like a flash of lightning crashing on the clearest day.

He’s looking into my eyes as I open mine once the last of the after-flashes subside and I can feel cool breath entering my body again.

“More?” he asks, his eyes burning with the question.

“Yes,” I whisper.

And he wastes no time spreading my legs wide and kneeling between them, as though all he needed was this one last word of permission from me.

But as the head of his cock presses against my clit, I’m sure it’s too big to fit, sure there’s no way we can go any further than this.

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