Everything he did was new and shocking, delicious and sensual. I gasped when he plunged his fingers inside me, his mouth still working my clit.
What he’d done to me at the beach paled in comparison to the heat of his mouth between my thighs as he buried his fingers deep inside me, plunging and sucking.
I tried to hold back the orgasm pushing to the surface of my body, wanting the whole thing to last, but there was no stopping it. The sensations were too overwhelming and the orgasm washed over me all at once, rolling through my body like a seismic event, shaking me to the core.
I cried out into the room, barely recognizing my own voice as I rocked my hips against Nolan’s mouth, beyond any kind of restraint as waves of pleasure washed over me again and again.
For a blissful moment, there was… nothing. No worry, no thought, no obsessive thinking.
I was liberated, flying through space at the speed of light.
I was barely aware of it ending, barely aware of coming back to consciousness. One minute light was exploding behind my eyes, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful as it rocked my body, and the next I was opening my eyes to the glow of the lamp, my breath still coming in shallow pants.
Nolan was stretched over me, reaching for the nightstand. It took me a second to realize he was getting a condom.
He kneeled between my thighs. “Want to keep going?”
“There’s more?”
He laughed like it was a joke. “Do you want there to be more?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?” I asked.
“I just want you to know we can stop anytime,” he said, ripping open the condom. He rolled it onto his shaft.
“I don’t want to stop.”
“I’m pretty fucking happy to hear you say that, sweetheart.”
He ran the head of his dick through my wet folds and another bolt of lust sparked to life at the center of my body. I’d never had more than one orgasm in a session with my vibrator. Was that even possible?
He positioned himself at my entrance and I felt the push of his thick crown against the opening to my cunt. I felt the possibility of it then: the way he could push inside me, filling up the empty space I hadn’t even been aware was there.
Stretching out over my body, he looked down at me, smoothing the hair back from my forehead. I thought he might say something — about what had happened between us beforeor what this meant for us now — but I was glad when he kissed me instead. I didn’t want to talk about the past. I didn’t want to think about what had happened between us before, didn’t want it to cast a shadow over what was happening now.
It was just physical — there could never be anything more than that between me and the Bastards, not after all that had happened — but still. I just wanted to be here, to experience it and feel it without the burden of what had come before.
He kissed my forehead, his lips gentle and warm, then drove into me hard and fast.
There was a split second of pure bliss, of relief, like I’d been waiting for Nolan to fill me forever. Then a burn, a sting between my thighs as he drove through the resistance that had been there.
He froze. “What the…?” Confusion passed over his features in the moment before he swore, dropping his head to my chest in anguish. “Lilah… why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
36
NOLAN
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Not the most eloquent of sentiments, but it was the only thing that came to mind after I broke through the telltale resistance of Lilah’s virginity. Fucking Lilah was always going to come with baggage, but this?
This was a fucking cargo plane.
“What does it matter?” Lilah said, staring defiantly up at me in the half-light of the room.
“What does itmatter?” I couldn’t believe she was being so cavalier. “It matters because it matters.”