He shook his head slowly, lowering his chin so that his five o’clock shadow rasped lightly over her clit. She shuddered.
“No. Tell me everything. Tell me what you want.” He pushed with his chin. “Be selfish.”
Lily drew in a deep breath. Her cheeks were unbearably hot now. She had never done this before. “I want you to lick me.”
He grinned, dipped his head, and flicked his tongue over her lightly, then drew away again.
“I want you to lick me, Bruno,” he corrected her.
Hearing the words out of his mouth was so hot, she almost fainted. But she wanted him too badly to miss this. She wanted to remember every touch, every sigh, from this night. It was for herself, after all, that she was doing this, and she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to enjoy him in every way.
“I want you to lick me, Bruno,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” And he finally knelt all the way, pulling her body toward the edge of the bed and settling in. His tongue stroked gently at first, licking up and down the sides of her opening until she was writhing for more contact. His hands massaged her thighs and belly, played in her curls as he licked and nuzzled her.
She could feel her channel pulsing, clamoring for more. “Please,” she begged, past any capacity for banter. “I need you inside of me.”
But instead of rising and positioning his cock at her entrance, like she had expected, he opened her lips with his fingers—and plunged his tongue deep.
Lily jerked and cried out as sensation threatened to overwhelm her. She was so close, so close. If he would just touch her a bit farther up while stroking his tongue inside of her—
“Fuck.” He stood up and put one knee on the bed between her thighs. She shamelessly rubbed against it, searching for the contact that he’d taken away. “I’m taking you now.”
Her nipples tightened painfully. Yes.
She slithered up the bed and he followed her, slowly lowering his body to press against hers. She could feel the head of his cock at her entrance, and she spread her legs wider as he kissed her mouth while teasing her below.
His fingers dipped down between her legs, feeling how wet she was, and then trailed his damp finger back up her body, making her shiver as his gentle touch skimmed her belly, stroked her breasts.
She groaned as the head of his cock breached her, and for a moment they both held still, reveling in the feel of being joined for the first time.
He pushed again, sliding in a little bit farther. God, that felt good. She could feel the wet heat building in her passage, eager to accommodate him, and she tilted her hips upward, wanting more. But when her movement brought him deeper, he stopped cold, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw as though he were in pain.
She squirmed beneath him, her breasts rubbing against his chest, the friction making her inner muscles contract in response, squeezing around his cock. He groaned and gave another thrust, a little harder this time, and she couldn’t help the small sound of protest that escaped her.
“Should I stop?” He barely got the words out, his teeth were clamped together so tightly.
Her hands fluttered up to his biceps, gripping them tightly. Lily was starting to feel uncomfortably stretched, but she wouldn’t even consider letting him go. “No way,” she panted. But he didn’t keep going. Instead, he stilled his thrusts and kissed her softly, slowly, stroking her body until she was relaxed and open, until she began raising her hips again, reaching her arms around his neck and hooking her legs around his waist to pull him farther inside.
“Better?” he murmured against her lips, the vibration on her skin heightening the already intense sensation she had of him all around her, filling her, until she couldn’t tell the difference between inside and out.
She arched her neck, pushing her aching breasts into his chest. “Fuck. It’s so good. You’re so good,” she moaned, running one hand down his back and palming his ass, pushing him into her heat until he slid all the way home. She was so slick that he went those last few inches with ease.
“More, Bruno. More,” she demanded, and then there were no more words. He pulled out nearly all the way, then sank back in on a groan. Over and over, slowly at first, rubbing his pelvis against hers every time their bodies met, putting pressure on her clit as he did.
Little by little, she came apart. Her whole body was hot, straining, as he pumped in and out of her, his heavy cock completely filling her every time. The sound of their damp flesh meeting, his low grunts of pleasure, her soft moans when he stroked deep—and before long, she was so close, reaching hard for the release that she could feel was barely outside her grasp.
“Fuck, Lily. You’re so tight, so sexy—I can’t hold on much longer.” His voice was strained, his rhythm starting to falter. “Lily,” he gasped. “Tell me what you want.”