I knelt to the side of her and just took my fill. She aroused me like no one else and unfortunately it always happened at the most inappropriate of times.
My hands skimmed over her ribs and down to her pubic bone. I carried on down her thighs to her ankles. I kissed her feet and moved back up her body, coming to a stop when I reached the juncture of her thighs. She was completely naked there and her clit peeped out from her *.
My breathing started to pick up. My cock was rock hard and weeping. I desperately needed to be inside her, but I wanted her to sleep so that she was rested when morning rolled around.
I took a deep breath and after I placed a kiss on her peeping clit, I forced myself to move up to her navel. I licked up from her navel to the underside of her breasts.
She had perfect breasts, not too big and not too small. They were firm with rose-colored tips. Just one touch, that’s all I would do.
I leaned over her and kissed first one nipple then moved over to the other one. I sat back up and both nipples were rock hard.
Hell.
“Michael?”
I looked up to her face. Her eyes were open and she was looking at me like I was the only man she’d ever seen.
“I didn’t mean to wake you. I couldn’t sleep and needed to look at you.”
She held her hand out to me and stroked along my thigh, then rubbed the bead of moisture on the tip of my cock.
“Make love to me.” She wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to move it up and down. On the upwards motion, she rubbed her thumb over the head which made me shudder. It felt so damn good.
Her hand fell away as I moved my hips out of range and stretched out alongside her.
“I need to taste your breasts. I’ve touched them, but I haven’t tasted them yet. I can’t believe I’ve neglected these beauties.” I reached out and caressed them with my hand, leaning forward to put my mouth on the nearest one.
“Michael,” she groaned, arching off the bed as soon as my mouth and tongue made contact with her flesh. I reached up with my hand and used it to massage her other breast. Her nipple was rock hard as I rubbed it between my fingers.
She was panting and moaning, her legs had fallen open, so I rolled on top of her and wedged my cock between her thighs. I started to rub between her legs while I changed breasts with my mouth.
“Michael…. please.”
She was close. I wanted her to come while I sucked her breasts, without any stimulation inside her.
Her hips started to move under me as she ground her * against my balls. My cock was rock hard and ready to release.
“Michael,” she screamed and started to come. I released her breast from my mouth and thrust inside her, slamming my mouth down onto hers. As our tongues fused together, I came and came and came in the longest orgasm I’d ever had. I could still feel the aftershocks going on inside of Lily. The little spasms milked me, draining me of the very last drop.
I rolled us both on to our sides and stayed connected to her. My heart was beating like a freight train. Gradually, I slipped out of her and pulled her tight into my arms, until she fell asleep.
I was still awake with my face buried in Lily’s hair, excited that she’d agreed to move in with me. I would just be glad when she’d moved out of her apartment into my house. I couldn’t wait to make my home our home.
Our home. As soon as I had that thought it dawned on me that we may have to redecorate. My home was decorated for a single guy and at the time I had no intention of allowing a woman to take up residence, but of course that all changed.
Lily was going to be treated so well that she’d never want to leave me, no matter what. One day I would have to tell her about my past. Unless Lucien took it upon himself to tell her. I trusted him not to, but he had become fond of Lily.
Chapter 41
LILY
I really didn’t want to wake up. I was having the most marvelous dream about being naked in Michael’s arms while he did some naughty things to me. I turned over and came into contact with a hard body. My eyes opened.
“Good morning,” Michael said to me. He leaned in and kissed me. He tasted like coffee and oh god, I had morning breath.
“Don’t kiss me until I’ve brushed my teeth,” I told him as I pushed him away.
“You taste delicious,” he grinned at my embarrassment. “I brought you breakfast in bed.”
“You have?”
He sat up in bed and pulled me forward, then fluffed my pillows. He helped me sit up, passed me one of his t-shirts and tucked the sheets around my legs, then reached for the tray and placed it between us on the bed.
“This is a feast.” He’d made me a toasted bagel, a bowl of fresh strawberries, melon and grapes, a small plate with cheese and crackers with a glass of fresh orange juice and coffee.
He just grinned at me and took a bite of his bagel. I reached for the coffee first, I was so in need of a caffeine fix. It was delicious.