by Lisa G Riley
He must have seen the hesitation in her eyes. “We’ll take it slowly. If I do anything you don’t like…just tell me, okay?”
Lilliana took a deep breath and released the pent-up fear and answered, “Okay, I’m ready.”
That was all he needed to hear and within moments he’d sat up on the edge of the bed and removed his jeans and shirt. Before he placed his jeans on the floor, he removed a small foil package from his wallet and turned back to her. She hadn’t watched him as he’d undressed and when he turned back to face her she tried her best not to stare at his cock.
But damn if it wasn’t…beautiful.
She knew it had been a while since she’d made love, much less seen a penis up close and personal, but this man had one beautiful dick. It was almost the same light tanned color as the rest of his body and lay long, thick and curved against the muscular plane of stomach. The bulbous tip glistened with pre-cum as it rested on his belly and Lilliana wanted to reach out and lick it like a lollipop.
She must have stared too long, because he coughed and she turned her face away, embarrassed as hell. She felt her cheeks heat with his knowing laugh.
Josh lay down next to her and took her into his arms. “Don’t look away, I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you. Hell, you can look at it all you want. You can even touch it if you want to.” He pulled her on top of his chest.
When he pulled her down, she kissed him willingly. Soon the kisses weren’t enough and he pulled away from her, his breathing heavy as he picked up the condom package and carefully ripped the foil package and removed the wrapper.
“Would you like to do the honors, Lilliana?” He handed her the condom with a daring look in his eyes. As though she’d be afraid to take it.
Not likely.
She pushed her body up and straddled him. With both of her legs riding alongside his, she took the condom from his hand. Slowly, she worked it down the long, steely length of his erection and smiled wickedly when he groaned. She’d purposely allowed her fingertips to feather his dick, playing with him, as she sheathed it with the condom.
“You like to play games, little girl?”
“Little girl? Boy, I’m your elder…you’ll do well to remember that!” she laughed.
“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do if I don’t? Punish me?” he asked. Her laugh was cut off with a long hiss of pleasure when his large hands wrapped around her waist, lifted her high and eased her back down on the long length of his hard dick.
He reached up and leisurely kissed and licked her breasts, until her nipples stood out stiffly from his ministrations. “Does that feel good, Lilliana? Do you like having those big, pretty tits licked, baby?” He gently bit down on her nipple, and when she whimpered in sensual agony, he suckled the small hurt with his tongue, swirling the tight nubbin in his mouth and then blew on it.
“God, yes!” She cried sharply from the effect of the stinging caress and his hot breath.
Lilliana leaned back on her hands and he placed his hands beneath her ass and helped her raise and lower herself on his penis.
“Ooh, that feels good,” she moaned and pressed her clit tightly against his length, sliding herself up and down his dick while his hands rested lightly on her waist, steadying her as she rode.
“Yeah, baby…Just like that, fuck me just like that,” he whispered.
She reared back and the adjustment catapulted her to a new level, the angle of his dick hitting her spot with unnerving accuracy. Lilliana felt a second orgasm hover as he rocked into her, back and forth, in and out, the pressure building until she gladly reached for it. Suddenly, he lifted her body up and off of his and slid completely out of her.
“Nooo!” she cried, her breathing harsh. “What are you doing?”
Without answering, he wrapped one arm around her waist, flipped her onto her knees and positioned himself behind her. He nudged the broad head of his penis inside her pussy and stroked back into her…all in one smooth move.
This time her cry was sharp and high as she felt every long, hard, thick inch of his dick embedded deep inside of her streaming entry.
He covered her back with his chest and started pumping into her as he gripped her hips. In short, tight thrusts he fucked her, moving her body in ways that suited him, in ways designed to make them both feel good.
Ways she never even knew her body could move.
As he manipulated her body, he reached between them and carefully separated her vaginal lips with one hand and gently pressed down, applying light pressure with his palm right above her pelvic bone. With his other hand he toyed with her clit, spreading her own cream over and around the small hidden nub, working it until Lilliana screamed from the pleasure.
“Oh, lord—what are you—what are you doing?” she panted.
“You like that, Lilly? Good, baby…that’s good,” he whispered hotly into her ear. After that the only sound in the room was their harsh breathing as he slipped in and out of her wet, slippery folds, relentlessly pumping into her, until startled, she felt the stinging sensation of a hand slap her ass and cried out.
Shocked, she tried to look over her shoulder at him, and he leaned down and delivered a hot lick with his tongue to the side of her neck that made her shiver. “Sshh,” he whispered. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay…just enjoy it.” After that whispered command, he continued playing with her clit as he flexed into her.
Lilliana was so hot from the way he was fucking her, moving her body and playing with her clit, that the sting on her ass from his hand, felt…good. Her heart raced in anticipation.
The second time she felt the stinging slap, she wasn’t surprised by the slight pain as Josh popped her on the opposite ass cheek, but this time she stifled her cry, although the tap was much stronger than the first had been.
One of his hands left her pussy and moved to her breasts. He gave a quick massage to the large globes before he pinched one of her erect nipples, twirling and tugging while he continued to thrust into her wet heat.
He didn’t move his other hand away from her ass, allowing it to remain resting where it was.
Her heart raced in anticipation waiting to feel another stinging slap.
The wait wasn’t long. Joshua popped her on the ass again and continued to stroke into her, the sensual moves between his thick cock and strong hand orchestrated and smooth.
Pop…slide. Pop…thrust. Pop…glide. Pop…thrust.
Lilliana no longer felt the harsh sting, instead, the steady feel of his rod inside her soaking wet channel felt so incredible she was about to lose her mind.
“Ooooh,” she groaned harshly. “That…that feels…so…good,” Lilliana’s breath was coming out in harsh gasps as she could barely get the words out.
On and on it went until the feelings of pain and pleasure were so intertwined Lilliana didn’t know where one left off and the other began, and neither did she care. The feeling was indescribable and unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
She allowed her head to hang low, completely strung out as she accepted his wild and yet controlled thrusts and the steady whack of his hand on her butt.
Every plunge and retreat, every stinging slap of his hand and balls against her ass, pushed her closer and closer toward orgasm, until finally she felt it. That undeniable feeling came up from her toes and washed over her until it completely engulfed her…and she released.
As the orgasm completely overtook her, Lilliana was so weak she could barely keep her body upright.
But he wasn’t done.
As soon as she’d achieved her release, he gripped her hips and surged quickly into her, over and over, so many times she lost count until she felt the impossible, another orgasm starting up. This time when she came, crying out until she was hoarse, he joined her with a deep, guttural cry echoing hers.
With his release, Josh held her tightly against his body as their heartbeats raced out of control, together. They stayed in that position for long moments, as the sweat from their bodies c
ooled on their skin in the chilly air of the room.
“That was incredible. Thank you,” Josh said in a low voice as he gently laid her down on the bed, covered her body with the light sheet, and spooned behind her.
“I should be thanking you.” Her voice was slightly hoarse and she cleared it before speaking again. “Incredible doesn’t even describe how that felt.”
There was a heartbeat of silence before he asked, “Are you okay?”
Josh had no idea how she felt. His mind was in a state of mush. He’d just had the best sex of his life, and he only hoped she felt the same way.
He didn’t know what thoughts were racing through her mind about the way he’d handled her. He’d had no intention of spanking her, at least not consciously, but feeling that big pretty ass of hers grinding on his dick the way she’d been doing, there had been no way in hell he could pass that up. No damn way.
And her response…hell, her response had fired him up to the max.
Just the memory of how good her pussy felt, so tight and warm, kept him in a state of semi-arousal. And her smell, that strong heady scent of cinnamon and nutmeg that clung to her, had intensified as they made love, wrapping him in a cocoon of sensuality he never wanted to leave.
And it wasn’t only that the sex had been mind-blowing; he’d also made a connection with her. Before the sex, he’d been willing to walk away and leave her alone. Get to know her before they took it to the next level and went to bed together. But then she’d kissed him, and there was no way he was going to stop.
Now as he lay behind her, he hoped to God he hadn’t fucked up royally by introducing her to his brand of lovemaking before it was too soon. Before she was ready to handle something like that. She seemed to enjoy it, but…
“Lilliana, are you okay with what I did?” He held his breath, waiting for her answer.
“I’m fine. It was ecstasy…what you did to me. I never knew it could be like that, a man spanking me.”
Her words caused the knot of unease to ache to loosen and he gathered her closer to his body.
“Josh, it felt incredible. And unlike what I imagined it could be. I thought it would be the way it was with Marcus,” she admitted in a low voice.
“What do you mean, like Marcus?” he asked. Her breasts heaved. His hands had been resting underneath the heavy globes, and when she blew out a long, shaky breath, he gently massaged her breasts and bent closer to her neck to give her a kiss in the hollow of her shoulder. “Tell me,” he demanded quietly.
“I told you that Marcus was abusive,” she started.
“Yes. He was verbally abusive before he started to hit you.”
“Well, that’s not all,” she admitted.
When she moved slightly and made a distressful sound he realized that his hands on the underside of her breasts had tightened in his anger. He instantly loosened his hold and murmured an apology.
“When we made love, he was…too rough. I told you that. Toward the end, right before I left him, he started restraining me when we made love.”
“Had sex. When you had sex,” he interrupted. The thought of her making love with that asshole was unbearable to him.
“Sex—yeah, you’re right. It was just sex,” she said with a humorless laugh.
“What did he do, Lilly?”
“He was a very big man. He tied me to the bed and after he forced himself on me, if I complained too much he’d leave me like that. Sometimes for hours.”
“I’m sorry. God, I am so sorry.”
“It’s okay. It happened a couple of times, and I left soon after that. I can only imagine what would have happened had I stayed.”
“You don’t ever have to worry about that again, Lilliana,” he promised her, as her story came to an end.
Josh gathered her close and held her tight until they both fell asleep.
“Wow, that was delicious, Lilliana,” Josh complimented her.
He walked over to where she stood at her kitchen sink, washing the afternoon dishes. He’d made her breakfast earlier and after that, they’d decided to take a nice stroll around Hyde Park and had just returned after a few enjoyable hours.
When Lilliana had woken up that morning, she’d been stiff, knowing she’d used muscles she didn’t even know she had as Josh made love to her, long into the early hours of the morning.
At first she’d been awkward with the whole morning-after thing, but he’d put her at ease when he’d kissed her good morning, asked her how she’d slept before, and proceeded to walk bare-assed to her bathroom asking if she liked blueberry pancakes.
How lucky could a woman get, to have a man fine as Josh, give her a night of off-the-chain sex and make a mean stack of blueberry pancakes? Yeah, life could be good sometimes, she thought with a giggle.
During their time at the park, she’d shared things about herself with him, such as why she left Chicago and how she felt coming back home. She admitted it wasn’t easy, but she’d been taking it one day at a time.
“I met Marcus soon after I left home, I was only eighteen when we hooked up,” she told him as they strolled and he captured her small hand within his much larger one.
“That was pretty young. How old were you when you left home?” he asked.
Lilliana normally didn’t like to revisit that time in her life, but it felt right to share it with Josh, so she opened up.
“I was seventeen. I’d just graduated from high school and decided to move to sunny California,” she laughed.
“Why did you pick California?”
“It was warm there. In my high school geography class, I would always fantasize about what it would be like to live somewhere warm. Nothing like the cold winters here in Chicago, when half the time my family didn’t know if we’d have electricity, and there were days here and there when there’d be no heat in the house.”
“Damn. That must have been rough,” he murmured as they continued to walk.
“It was, at times. I think I needed to get away from all the craziness of growing up in my household, get as far away as I could from my mother and the responsibilities I’d shouldered for as long as I could remember. I helped raise my brothers, I cooked, cleaned, patched up scraped knees, walked them to school, made dinner, tucked them into bed…I felt like I was their mother, and I hated it,” she admitted. Although she had nothing to be ashamed of, she’d always felt as though she had abandoned her mother when she’d left.
“That would be hard for anyone that age to have to deal with,” he said, as though sensing the direction of her thoughts.
“I guess. It sure made me not want children. That was one thing Marcus and I had in common,” she told him and allowed him to steer them toward one of the benches that lined the walkway in the park.
“Marcus didn’t want kids? Somehow, from what you’ve told me about him, that doesn’t surprise me.”
“No, he definitely didn’t want kids with me! In fact, he once told me if I ‘fucked up and got pregnant,’ I’d have to take care of it.” Although Lilliana hadn’t wanted children either, when Marcus had spit the ugly words at her, she remembered how badly it had hurt to hear him put it the way that he had.
“What a jackass…to say something like that is really fucked up—excuse my language, Lilly. That had to hurt.”
Lilliana looked into his eyes to try and discern any double meaning, but found them open and honest. “It did,” she admitted. “For one, as though I would try and trap him into a legal commitment. And secondly, that he would want to end the potential life of his own flesh and blood, out of convenience.”
“That says a lot about his character. I could never imagine saying that to you, much less feeling that way about a life we’d created together,” Josh said. The shield around Lilliana’s heart opened up even more with his heartfelt words.
“Come on, let’s walk.” He smiled gently at her and tugged her to her feet. They continued their stroll and some of the burden of her past seemed to lift then and there.
During the remainder of the walk, Lilliana also found out that Josh was the youngest of three boys and that he hadn’t seen his father since he was small. She’d learned that he wasn’t just in management at Longmire, Lieberman and Strauss. He was management. His uncle was the CEO as well as one of the partners.
“Your uncle is Allen Longmire?” she repeated, halting their stroll to stare at him.
“Yes,” he said, and took her hand back after she’d dropped his, and made her keep on walking.
“Is he your mom’s brother? I mean, your last name is Ellis…right?” the sudden doubt in her voice made him pause.
“Actually, he is—was—my father’s twin brother. My last name is hyphenated. It’s Ellis-Longmire. I use Ellis at the job, to avoid certain problems,” he said. Lilliana caught the way he hesitated over explaining the connection with his father.
“Is your father still alive?”
He sighed and didn’t answer for long moments. Finally he spoke. “I haven’t seen my father since I was a kid. He left us when I was around six years old, and none of us have seen him since.” This time, Lilliana heard the sadness in his voice, a sadness he tried to cover up.
“I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“Sometimes it’s tough. My brothers all remember him a lot better than I do. The twins, Hank and Rowan, were twelve when he left, and my older brother Landon was in high school. He was the closest to dad. He never has gotten over it.”
“And you have?” she asked.
“Yes. No…hell, to be honest I don’t know. Like I said I was so young when he left, I don’t remember much about him. My uncle has always been a father figure for me.”
“It’s good that you and your brothers have him, at least.”
“Yeah, that’s true. Although my brother Landon…”