47. I love you

He held her body tighter against his, deepening the kiss. Biting her lip before he delved his tongue into her mouth, sultrily caressing her. Tasting her addictive sweetness. He let his hand skim over her bare back until he reached the globe of her ass-cheek, roughly digging his fingers into it. Feeling the enticing plumpness of it. Pushing her closer against him, so that she could feel his raging erection. What she was doing to him.

She let out a small mewl in reply, the erotic sound going straight to his dick. Fuck. He'd missed this. He'd missed this so fucking much.

But she suddenly broke the kiss and he let her, arms going slack around her as she made a tiny step back. Creating a sliver of space between their bodies. He refused to let go of her entirely though, his hands resting over her hips as he observed her watching him. Noticing that lust-drunk look into her beautiful green eyes, along with a slight hint of nervousness.

His brows furrowed a little, wondering what was going on through her mind right then and there. What was she thinking about? But before he could even voice out that question her hands were already sliding underneath his drenched tank, tracing it upwards along with the sensual caress.

His muscles immediately flexed in response, a bout of heated desire going straight to his cock.

"Lydia," he warned, the sound coming out rather like a plea as he stood there stiff as a fucking statue, not daring to make a single move.

She raised her gaze to peer up at him again, that rosy colour in her cheeks more prominent now as she timidly shifted her eyes between his. She bit her lip and he swore under his breath, eyes widening the very moment he suddenly felt her hand diving into his pants.

"What..." He grunted with painful delight, surprise flickering within his eyes as he stared down at her, feeling the way that her small hand wrapped around him. Barely managing to encircle his throbbing cock before she started to slowly move it. Up and down. From tip to base. He groaned, already loving it so much. The feel of her touching him like that. He remained completely still though, not wanting to hinder her or even rush her into anything. She was in control now, and she was the only one who could decide whether she wanted to continue or not.

But she didn't stop -much to his utter delight- and she continued to pump his ridiculously hardened shaft, caressing him until he wanted nothing more than to just take her into his arms and sheathe himself right into her. End this teasing torment.

Apparently, she had other plans. That free hand continued to skim underneath his tank, revealing his muscled abdomen and chest. She coaxed him to take it off, that sneaky little hand still wrapped around him. Caressing him so painfully slow.

She then placed a sweet kiss over his left pec, tracing her fingers over his flexing abdomen. Right before she dove them into his waistband, slowly tugging it lower and lower until he was standing equally bare before her.

His heart pounded inside his chest, swallowing as he watched her touch him like that. Her hand sliding over his angrily red and thickened member.

Her gaze rose again to meet his and he averted his attention to her face, noticing that slight hint of embarrassment still present in her eyes. That endearing bashfulness.

"What's going on, baby? What's going through that innocent little mind of yours?" He curiously asked, his voice though roughened with desire. Barely containing himself as he fought to endure her ministrations.

She remained quiet though, peering between his eyes. Pondering. Sexily biting that lower lip of hers. And the very moment she slipped down to her knees his breath stopped within his chest, lost for words as he watched her mouth approach his throbbing cock.

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A guttural groan left him as soon as she dared place her tongue against the underside of his shaft, giving it a slow and languid lick. It sent a delicious impulse straight to her core, making her whimper a little. Holy hell. This was turning out to feel so incredibly good. She liked that sound that he'd just made. So she licked him again, feeling that velvety texture against her tongue. He softly moaned again, making her feel more emboldened to continue. She hadn't tried this before, the thought of doing it so far away from her until this moment. Until him.

She'd found herself wanting to try. The sight of him here, standing before her like that. Drenched, under the warm water pelting down their bodies as he gazed at her like that. Like she was everything he'd ever wanted. Like nothing and no one else around them existed. Only this moment. Them, together. Face to face. Chest to chest. Lost into their unquenching thirst for each other.

It made her feel so bold and adventurous. It made her forget about everything else, if only for a moment. Give herself to this special and fleeting moment.

She hadn't been crying because he had scared her, but rather because he was there with her, despite everything. And she'd been secretly longing for him for so many days now. To have him touch her again. Embrace her. Caress her. To make her feel again the way that he did before. She was addicted to him, that was for sure. And all reason tended to leave her whenever he was around.

She sat a little straighter and timidly peered up at him as she continued to move her hand up and down his rock-hard member, her own core clenching as soon as she noticed that look in his eyes. That raw, all-consuming want glinting in his half-lidded eyes as he stared down at her, intently watching her every move.

She slowly leaned closer, wrapping her lips around his swollen and bulbous head.

"Ahh...fuck..." he hissed, his hand flying into her wet hair. She carefully eased around him, taking little by little as he definitely was way too thick for this to go smoothly. He was so big and her mouth seemed so small. Yet she still dared to try, moving her lips over him. Her hand sliding in sync.

His hips jerked a little, her name flying past his lips like a desperate plea. She could only mewl in reply, her own pussy throbbing as it yearned for something to clench around. This monstrous thing currently filling her mouth, preferably. She fought to continue though, carefully sliding her mouth over him. Sucking and licking, and clenching her thighs whenever he let out a groan or a shuddering breath, feeling liquid heat trickling down her aching cunt. She wanted to feel him so badly. So she slid two fingers to her sex, gently caressing herself as she continued to pleasure him.

"Fuck no. That's only mine to please,"

Her eyes flew wide open, barely having the time to realize what was happening as she suddenly found herself standing on her own two feet.

She blinked and stared up at him, feeling that hand that was holding onto her arm let her go, moving to rest over the side of her waist instead.

"As much as I'd enjoyed having your lips wrapped around me like that, sweetheart, I'm afraid that I can't resist another moment without the feeling of your sweet little pussy,"

She could only whimper in reply, so incredibly aroused by that roughness in his voice. The intensity of his stare.

He guided her backwards until her bare back met the cold and smooth wall behind her, body shuddering. And then he wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs, effortlessly hoisting her up against him. Legs dangling in the air and either side of his hips, her pussy so close to his throbbing manhood.

She held onto him, arms wrapped around the back of his neck for better support.

"I've yearned for this, baby. To feel you again," he boldly confessed, earning a quick nod from her.

"Me too," she timidly admitted, cheeks flaring up again as she bit her lip. That made him pause, staring back at her with feral hunger. A ravenous type of want, one that made her feel so weak, her body trembling with anticipation.

She panted faster and faster as he raised her a little higher, positioning himself right at her entrance. And then he was slowly sliding into her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Breath hitching in sync with his. She felt him shudder against her, as soon as he'd pushed in to the hilt. Filling her so completely.

"I want you so fucking much, Lydia," he roughly uttered, the girl escaping a breathless gasp as he slowly started to move into her, performing a few deep and languid thrusts.

"More than I've ever wanted anything else in my entire life," She could only mewl in reply, nails digging into his back. Both breathing fast as he gradually started to increase his pace. Massaging her so good.

"Oh...yes...please..." she found herself softly crying, loving so much the way that he felt. His powerful body holding her trapped against him like that, his thick and long cock fucking her so ravenously. She eagerly received his every thrust, that wave of bliss rapidly building into her body.

"I meant what I said, sweetheart. I really want you to be mine forever," he growled against her ear, letting out small grunts and groans as he bottomed into her, filling her to the brim. He only continued to thrust faster and faster, the sounds of wet skin slapping intertwining with their ragged breaths and moans.

"Mmh..." she whined uncontrollably, desperately clinging onto him as he pounded her pussy, pushing her closer towards that edge.

"I..." his breathing hitched as he pumped faster into her, making her moan out. Butt-cheeks clenching from the building pleasure.

"I am in love with you, Lydia," he mindlessly uttered out, groaning as he felt his balls tightening. Edging closer to that blissful release.

"I love you so fucking much, Lydia.

I love you with everything that I have," he breathlessly groaned again, hearing her sweet little mewls and squeals as her pussy muscles spasmed around him, drenching his cock with her juices. He swiftly followed, emptying himself into her spasming pussy with a louder groan and a violent shudder. His chest heaving as he let his forehead rest against her shoulder.

They simply stood like that for another moment, bodies joined. The sounds of their ragged breaths being the only ones that filled the room.

Until a small and tortured whimper abruptly disrupted that blissful silence, followed by a quiet sniffle. He froze.