That’s another step in the right direction. I breathe easier for that.
However, I can’t shake the doubts that plague me. If I still have her bound to the bed, how can I say I trust her when she consents to sex?
“There will be no judgment, anger, or disappointment if you say no. It doesn’t mean I’ll set you free just yet, either.” The words scratch my throat, no matter how true they are. “Shake your head, little devil. Just shake it, and Iswear on my life, I’ll go to bed with a fucking smile on my face.”
Lilith waits for me to finish before nodding again. That patience, that long pause instead of rushing to please me, it’s the type of reassurance I didn’t know I needed.
It makes part of me believe what she said this morning. After my confession.
I think—not now, when I just want to feel her and let her feel me, but soon, even sooner than I originally thought—that I’ll let her talk. Dammit, I miss her voice. I’m desperate to trust her.
“Are you sure?” I insist, because fuck my hard cock. Fuck the pressure in my groin too.
She. Comes. First.
As she nods, her eyebrows draw together, her gaze shooting daggers at me.
She’s pissed that I don’t believe her.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Open them.
Whisper, “God, I love you.”
And start.
Despite the urgency flooding my blood, I’m gentle as I bunch her nightgown up her belly.
A curse rushes past my lips at the sight of that pink,spread open cunt. Her chest rises and falls as eager little sounds slip past her gags.
“So beautiful. So perfect.” My index finger drags along her inner thigh, coating my fingertip with her arousal. When I tease the seam where her pussy meets her thigh, her body arches off the bed, the primal need in her mirroring mine. “So fucking wet. Is that for me?”
Another nod. Like the others before it, this one isn’t panicked.
She isn’t doing any of this to please me or because I scare her.
“Good girl.” I bend over to kiss her clit, pulling a sharp gasp from her. “Keep being honest with me. If you’re happy, mad, or horny, I need to know. I want to trust you. I want to get out of my own head.”
Lilith’s hum is her way of sayingwe’ll do it together.
Then she devours me with her gaze as I climb off the bed and lose my clothes. Her eyes darken at the sight of the bandage on my torso, her toes curling, her feet stretching.
No other man has ever been as desired as she makes me feel. That lust, more than her beauty, her scent, and her inviting cunt, is why my cock throbs, leaks, andaches.
“Until a month ago, I’d never been ashamed of who I was.” I move to kneel between her spread legs, then lean in and swipe my tongue over her slick thigh. Fuck, I’ve missed this. “Then, that first time I saw you in the cafeteria, I could barely stand myself.”
When I told her about this yesterday, she wasn’t in the perfect state to listen, I know that. That’s why I repeat this. Why I’ll have to explain in detail what she does to me.
I lick her arousal off the other thigh. Lilith moans into the gags, and my fingers dig into her legs. It’s either that or I drive my cock deep and fast into her.
“You looked at me like I was worthy. Like I deserved you.” Needing to make this good for her, I flick my tongue on her clit over and over, loving the way her hips buck. “But I’m not Mr. Right. Not Prince Charming or a knight in shining armor. I’m tainted.”
She shudders when I start eating her out. Moans and cries from being licked, sucked, and devoured so thoroughly by this man who’s starving for her and only her.
When I slide two fingers into her heat, curl them, and rub that swollen spot while swirling my tongue over her clit, she comes with a loud sob. I remove my hand in time so that her juices run down my chin.
After lapping it up like the addicted bastard I am, I kiss her clit and crawl up her body.
My gaze soaks up her beautiful, post-orgasmic face.