Chapter Eighteen

Lily walked across the room with nothing more than a towel wrapped around her slender body. Her still damp hair hung straight down her back, the slight waviness more pronounced than usual. As Cale watched from the couch a droplet of water dripped down her chest, between her beautiful breasts, only to be absorbed into the terry cloth towel.

His cock hardened instantly.

If he didn’t catch her, she would duck into the bedroom and pull on her clothes, covering the body he hungered for like a man on a week-long trip through the desert. “Lily?”

She paused, spun around and faced him. Hazel eyes sparked, then turned the slightest bit smoky. He read intent and want in her face.

They’d spent the rest of the morning with her chores, playing with the kittens, and fixing a meal. He’d bided his time, allowing her ample time to recover from her first sexual experience, determined not to rush her into the next round. Yet, afternoon had arrived and he could no more keep his hands off her than he could control the planetary alignment. “Come here.” The soft command carried more than a subtle hint at his intentions. He patted his lap.

A small simper appeared on her face, promising mischief. “Is there something you want?” She ambled over, standing before him, a thick towel the only barrier between him and her naked flesh.

“Oh, yeah. You. I want you.” He stared up at her as she processed his words. He reached out, bracketed her hips and gave them a squeeze.

“Hmmm.”

He arched an eyebrow, recognizing her attempts at lighthearted teasing. “What does ‘hmmm’ mean?”

Still gripping the towel tightly, she raked her gaze over his body. A grin followed. “I didn’t get to finish touching your body last time.”

His libido rocketed at the very thought of her hands running over him, leaving small fires in their wake. He couldn’t last long enough to sate her curiosity, wasn’t sure he could this time, either. But he’d give it his best shot.

He stood up and started peeling clothes with practiced ease, tossing each garment into a pile on the floor, watching her face the entire time. Appreciation and awe broadcast loudly as she licked her lips and focused on his revealed skin. Finally naked, he stood up straight. Holding his arms out, he grinned. “I’m all yours for the taking.”

Almost hesitantly, she stepped closer, trailing her fingers down his sternum and over his abs. The skin twitched under her tender foray and cranked up the heat all the more.

Damn. Just a touch from this woman and he fired on all cylinders. The fact would rattle him to the core and slam up his defensive barriers if he didn’t see and understand Lily’s gift—her goodness, humanity, and love.

“So strong. Powerful.” She whispered her findings. “Gorgeous.”

He fisted his hands in an attempt to hold still, allowing her to learn his body as he’d learned hers last night. “I’m battle scarred and hard.”

Lily tilted her head, meeting his gaze for a split second before looking down. “Scars add character.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock, sending a surge of desire boiling in his veins. “Definitely hard, though.”

He bit back a groan as she measured him in a steamy caress.

“So big. I still can’t believe you fit inside me.”

Her naive statement nearly broke his resolve. Through narrowed eyelids, he watched as she stroked him with open curiosity before dropping lower to discover another elemental difference between men and women. She cupped his sac, then rolled his balls as if weighing the orbs. “So soft.”

“You’re driving me insane.” He gritted out the words. Her gentle stroking made his erection ache, swell even more, and send a flurry of pleasure through him. At this rate, he wouldn’t last too much longer.

For a moment he considered giving in, letting her jack him off, watching the surprise on her face as he shot a load all over her towel.

“You like that, don’t you?” She gripped his dick with more confidence, brushing her thumb over the sensitive tip. Before he could answer, she continued, “I think you do since there’s moisture leaking out.”

She collected the bead on her finger then brought it to her lips. Licking, she appeared to decide if she enjoyed the small flavor or not. “Tangy.” Her eyes met his. “Can I taste you?”

The request knocked him off balance. He blew out a breath and nodded. “Anything you want, sugar. I’m all yours.” While running his fingers through her hair, he positioned her head for his kiss. Leaning in, he slowly meshed their lips, flicked his tongue over the seam, then dove in when she opened for him. He plundered deep, leaving no area untouched. She mirrored his actions, though less aggressively. Their tongues tapped, wrestled, and finally broke apart.

He wanted nothing more than to lay her down and glide into her wet, hot channel, but that would wait. First came her wishes. The only unresolved question remained how she wanted to do this.

Sitting back down on the couch, he met her gaze. “Where do you want me?”

She tapped her finger on her lips. “Just like that. I want to watch your face so I know if I’m doing it right.”

“Sweetheart, there’s no doing it wrong.” Leaning back against the couch, he spread his legs and waited.

Lily lowered to her knees, then scooted forward until she knelt between his thighs. After once more grabbing his cock, she lifted the thick tool to her lips, then licked across the tip.

Cale jerked as delicious flames spread across his groin. He gritted his teeth and braced himself for more.

After a couple more tests, Lily grew bolder. She opened wide and took the entire head in her mouth, closed down, and sucked. Her gaze lifted to his.

He groaned, placed a hand on the top of her head, and resisted the urge to thrust against her. “That’s it. Just like that. Feels so good.” He offered the words of encouragement in an almost growl as he sucked in air and grappled with his unsteady control.

She dropped the towel, freeing her other hand to rediscover his balls. She lashed her tongue down his length, and squeezed with her fingers as she played with his most sensitive area with inquisitive gentleness. The forces combined in a fiery passion so hot his entire world centered on Lily’s ministrations and his fast approaching climax.

“Fuck.” His hips hunched as he teetered on the pinnacle.

Lily took more of his throbbing erection in her mouth then purred as she ran her tongue frantically over his flesh.

The vibrations sent him right to the very edge. “I’m going to come.” He bit out the words a second before his prediction proved true. His lower body tightened, then exploded as the tides of rapture cascaded over him in spicy rhythm. He shivered as he rocketed to nirvana in a heartbeat.

Her actions never stopped, not even when the first pulse of semen left his body and sprayed her mouth. She bobbed, she licked, she sucked, and swallowed. Never once did she cringe or push him away. Instead, she asked for more as if his essence could provide life-sustaining nourishment.

Panting, he petted her hair, easing her off his slowly deflating cock. Her tongue gathered up one more drop before she sat back on her heels, a look of satisfaction on her face. “Tastes like chicken.”

Laughter came out of nowhere. He let loose with deep belly guffaws before subsiding to chuckles. He couldn’t remember ever having this much fun during sex before. Lily. She made it all new.

“Is that so?”

“Yep.” Her towel slipped down to her waist, leaving her pretty breasts bare.

His arousal returned with a vengeance. “Then let’s see what you taste like.” He scooped her up off the floor and laid her down on the couch sans towel. Once she adjusted herself he covered her body, kissing her for long minutes before trailing nibbles and kisses down her neck and chest, paying particular attention to her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of those perky orbs and their delicious raspberry peaks. Only when she writhed under him and both nipples stood at attention did he resume his journey.

Shifting back, he placed his hands on her inner thighs, thrilled at the lack of protest as he neared her secret place. “Open for me, sugar.”

She parted her legs, but not near enough. The couch didn’t allow for as much room as he’d hoped for. Not to be deterred, he lifted her right leg and hooked her heel over the back of the sofa. The other leg, he nudged until her foot rested on the ground.

Uncertainty flared in her face for a moment. “Cale…”

“Shh.” He bent over until his nose bumped her outer lips. “Let me taste you just like you tasted me.”

Dipping a finger into her core, he met an abundance of moisture, heat, and a snug ring of muscles that welcomed him back. “Damn, you’re wet. Sucking me off turned you on.”

She whimpered in answer. The implicit trust in her response clicked with something deep inside.

He pulled back, added in a second digit, then pushed back inside. Once there, he ran his tongue along the edge of her inner lips, lapping up her juices. Intoxicating. Delicious. Perfect. He licked, he fingered her, he savored every cry he wrung from her throat.

Nuzzling her clit, he spared a moment to glance up.

Lily lay spread out, her chest heaving, her fists clenched in the pillow under her head. Eyes closed, her taut features told him she lay on a rack of intense pleasure. The sight stimulated him all the more.

With exquisite precision, he traced her clit, then licked over the sensitive nubbin.

She jerked and groaned, yet held her position. Again, he repeated the caress before sealing his lips over the area and sucking.

Lily cried out, her pelvis lifting to meet him. “Please. Oh, Cale. Please.”

He released her button for a second. “Please what?”

She opened her eyes—the smoldering look said it all. “Please make love to me.”

Initially, he wanted to make her come just like this. To repay her gift to him. However, he couldn’t deny this latest invitation, not when he wanted her so badly. He’d go down on her again later. After all, they had two more days before she returned to work—plenty of time to dip into both of their libraries of fantasies. By Monday, they would know one another’s body as well as they knew their own.

Cale helped her to sit up, taking advantage of the closeness to run the tip of his tongue up her neck and over to her earlobe. He worried the area for a moment before stepping back to find his pants. After digging for a second, he plucked his wallet out, dug out a condom, then quickly rolled the rubber on. Catching her staring, he grinned wickedly before sitting back on the couch properly once more. “I want you to ride me.”

Her hazel eyes flared.

He saw the excitement and interest written clearly on her face. She might be one step from virginity, but she had already blossomed under his tutelage.

After snagging her hand, he pulled her to him, assisting her to straddle his hips. She sat on his thighs, legs spread, and grasped his shoulders for balance.

The erotic position drew attention to her moist, pink folds. He lightly brushed his fingers over her mound and dipped inside. Her body tightened immediately, a reaction he couldn’t wait to experience on his cock buried in her perfect core.

Grasping her hip with one hand, he wrapped the other around his erection, lined up their bodies, and nestled the tip of his swollen member against her entrance. “Sink down, Lily.”

She complied, lowering her body by tiny increments, the motion both teasing and torture at the same time.

He sucked in a breath and savored every ripple of her delicate flesh, every catch in her breathing, every tiny mew from her throat. More than once he had to remind himself of her naivety and the need for patience and tenderness owing to his arousal at an all-time fevered pitch. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as much as he wanted Lily.

A soft grunt sounded as she descended the last couple of inches. Her nails bit into the skin at his shoulders, the small sting only adding to his inferno of raging desire. “That’s it, sugar.” He watched her face closely, noting the furrow to her brow as well as the spark in her eyes—all testament to the myriad of sensations coursing through her body.

He wrapped his arms around her waist then latched onto a rosy-tipped nipple directly in front of his face. Laving and sucking, he pulled the nubbin taut before turning to shower the other breast with similar affection. Then he took more of the orb into his mouth, savoring the taste.

“Oh, Cale.” Lily began to move, at first a rocking motion, then lifting slightly before dropping back down. Each almost tentative wiggle clenched her inner muscles, rubbed his cock in all the right places, and sprinkled him with more feminine juices.

He allowed the breast to pop out of his mouth. “Ride me, Lily. Take all you need, just don’t stop.” A groan escaped his lips as she did as bidden.

With more confidence, she gyrated, bounced, and wiggled her hips, sending cascades of pleasure surging through his body. She’d picked up on the rhythm quickly and now embraced the actions wholeheartedly. She opened her mouth, tilted her head back, and she cupped the back of his head, her fingers lacing through his hair as her pace picked up.

Bracketing her hips once more, he steadied her in her hard gallop to the finish. Unable to help himself, he began to meet her strokes, tightening his rear in order to press every bit of his cock to the very deepest point possible.

“I need…” She began to pant.

He knew exactly what she needed. A little help in reaching her goal.

Deftly, he slipped his hand between their bodies, found the place where they joined, then headed north a smidgen. He circled her clit, moving ever closer, before blatantly brushing his thumb over.

She jerked and slammed down against him with a cry.

Smiling like a wolf, he repeated the caress, feeling her body tense under his arm. Unrepentantly, he fiddled with her nub and tightened his hold.

“Cale. Please.” Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she leaned into his body, her pelvis rolling and humping in an effort to find the exact spot.

He nibbled on a bouncing breast and pressed harder on her bundle of nerves with his thumb.

Tight as a bowstring, she quivered. He plucked the area twice, then massaged with precise pressure, not letting up in the least, no matter her frantic movements.

The walls of her core clamped down like a vice just before rhythmic contractions lapped at his deeply buried erection like a dozen tongues striving to coat him with hot cream. She yelped as her muscles continued to massage him with surprising strength, fast-tracking him straight to the very peak.

He released her flesh, looked into her scrunched up face, and followed her straight into rapture.

For several minutes, only the sounds of their breathing broke the silence of the room as he tried to catch his breath. Cale nuzzled Lily’s chest, fully sated and content to savor the after-sex glow with her still locked in his arms. Where she belongs.

The once heart-stuttering thought no longer set off a flight or fight reaction. Instead, warmth soaked through to his very soul.

Together they sparked a passion so hot and intimate, Cale knew the figurative chains of desire would keep them locked together, no matter how far the physical distance. With such a strong attachment in place, he would return to her again. Nothing could keep him away.