“I remember the day I saw you here in the lake. I’ve thought of how beautiful you were and how frightened you looked. I wanted to protect and fuck you at the same time. I thought the years I had to wait for you were a nightmare, but all those days and years combined didn’t equal the torture of not knowing where you were today and that I couldn’t protect you.”
Lily got off the bike, coming around to face him. She touched his face, rubbing her thumb over his cheek. “Shade, I’m not going to say I’m not afraid of dying, because I am. Everyone is. But today, what I was most afraid of wasn’t dying; it was the fear of being separated from you. I prayed that, if I died, I would forget you because I knew, if I remembered you, I would be in Hell.”
Shade jerked her to him, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, exploring every part and memorizing the feel and taste of her. When Lily’s mouth broke away from his passionate kiss, gasping for breath, her hands full of his shirt, Shade was gasping as much as she was.
Lily leaned forward, placing butterfly kisses against his throat, tenderly kissing the curve. Her hands slid under his T-shirt as her mouth traveled to the base of his throat before tracing to the side where his neck and shoulder met, sucking a piece of his flesh into her mouth.
Shade groaned as she unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock. She slid her hand up and down it as her teeth bit into his shoulder. Her tongue then brushed against the barely-there teeth marks.
She lifted her head as her hand began to slide even faster on his flesh. Lily bent over him, placing her mouth over his cock, sucking him deeply then sliding her mouth up, letting her tongue tease the tip of his cock.
“Damn, angel, quit teasing. Suck my cock,” Shade groaned.
Lily stopped torturing him, sucking on him harder as he buried his hand in her hair, pushing her down on him as she used her tongue. Seeing her lips around his cock had him sucking in air to keep from coming. He didn’t want the pleasure to end too quickly. Hell, he didn’t want it to ever end.
She thrust her hand deeper inside his jeans to play with his balls while Shade lifted her hair to grasp behind her head so he could watch every move, tugging her hair to make her go faster or slow down.
He sucked in his breath sharply when she took the tip of his cock to the back of her throat. She went down even farther the next time and his hips jerked upwards, trying to storm into her tantalizing mouth. He held her head in place as he came, leaning over her as his cock jerked in her mouth.
“Did I do okay?”
Shade put his cock back into his jeans, zipping himself up with shaking hands. “So good I’m going to let you do it again in the morning,” he joked, starting the motor.
Once Lily climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, Shade turned the bike toward home and they flew back through the night.
The night seemed almost surreal to him. It wasn’t that many hours before he had been worried frantic for her. For the same woman to then give him the best blowjob of his life was a little hard to take in, even for him.
By the time Shade pulled into the parking lot, Lily was squirming on the seat behind him, unconsciously rubbing her breasts against his back. He admired her restraint, that she hadn’t begged him to fuck her before they reached their house.
With each step, he noticed Lily gritting her teeth and shooting him looks of retribution, which he ignored with a grin.
Shade made it back to their house a few steps ahead of her, leaning against the doorway, waiting for her as she finally made it to the porch, gasping. He arched his brow, daring her to speak her thoughts out loud.
When she remained quiet, he stepped back, giving her the room she needed to go inside, closing the door as soon as she managed to step through.
“Do you need anything, angel face?” He lowered his voice seductively, adding more fuel to her desire to come.
“Take them out or fuck me, Shade,” Lily moaned, leaning back against the door.
He stared at her as she rubbed her thighs together. The jeans he had bought her were a size too small so the seam would rub her clit without her panties.
”If you want my dick, all you have to do is ask for it,” Shade teased.
“Please, Sir. Please, can I have your dick?” she begged with a flushed face and wild eyes.
He would give his woman his dick; she didn’t need to beg. Thank fuck she didn’t realize she could be the one to have him begging with little effort.
“Come here.”
Shade pulled off her sweatshirt, dropping it to the floor. Placing his hands on her hips, he turned her until she was facing a chair before pressing her down over the back. It was waist-high, and her belly was against the thick material.
He slid his hands between the chair and her belly, unbuttoning her jeans and then tugging them roughly down her hips and legs before he stepped on the middle of them.
“Step out of them.” His hand was pressed against her bare back, holding her down over the chair.