It’s what she wants too. My filthy girl.
These boxers, though, are in the way.
My movements are steady as I remove my hand from her chest for long enough to push them down my thighs and fist myself.
That first stroke—fuck—the friction sends a jolt of electricity up my spine. My teeth grind. A drop of arousal wets the tip of my dick as I jerk myself slowly, planting another kiss on Lilith’s neck.
“Hmm.”
My hand, my thoughts, and my twisted desires come to a halt at that onehmm.
I count one, two, three. She doesn’t stir or hum a second time.
Curious, as I am about everything when it comes to her, I rise onto one elbow and stare down at her profile. I don’t think there’ll ever be a day when I won’t lose a heartbeat or ten when I look at her.
Thick eyelashes rest on rosy cheeks. Full lips, still swollen from the night, are slightly parted. She has bothhands under her cheek instead of balled into fists like they were that first night after she’d told me about her mom.
A picture of innocence. Of trust.
She knows I’ll keep her safe.
I know that too. I’ll die before I let anything happen to her.
Good thing I don’t have to worry about that. No, this morning is aboutusand fuck. I need her.
Not her mouth, though it’s hot, perfect, and a fucking dream.
What I’m throbbing for is burrowing so deep she feels me in her womb. So deep that I put a baby inside her.
I kick my boxers off completely and rise to my knees, my cock so hard it’s almost brushing against my stomach. That ache between my legs is what has me throwing the covers aside, helping Lilith to her back, and kneeling between her parted legs.
Slowly, I lean in, pushing her shirt up over her breasts, teasing one nipple with my tongue.
One barely-there touch, and it hardens for me while Lilith doesn’t stir.
The way my body reacts is far less subtle.
Teeth grinding. Pulse roaring in my ears. My hands brace on either side of Lilith’s body, fighting to hold me in place when my hips are already drifting forward.
Not.
Yet.
Instead of filling her up, I crawl down her body, my fingers soft on her thighs. They’re just as gentle when I spread her wider.
Fuck. Me.
This shade of pink doesn’t exist anywhere in the world.
The trickle of arousal down her slit, the way she responds to me in her sleep, I?—
“Fuck,” I hiss, edging closer.
My lips hover inches over her clit. I lean in, stifling a groan when the tip of my cock brushes the bed.
I’m dying to be inside Lilith, but—not yet. This filthy foreplay is almost as good as the real thing, as shoving every inch into her tight channel. Which is another reason why I hold back. She needs to be wetter than this before taking my cock.
I gather saliva in my mouth and spit on her twice.