Lily's List

by N. J. Walters

  Licking her lips nervously, she looked down at where their hands were clasped. “Come with me.”

  Walking slowly behind her, all his senses were heightened. He could smell her skin, feel the smoothness of her hand against his and sense her arousal. Her nipples were hard nubs, poking against the front of her robe. Soon, he promised himself. Soon he’d know what she was wearing beneath the silky garment. His cock lengthened and hardened as he walked up the stairs, admiring the sway of her heart-shaped ass. The robe gave only a hint of the shape, but he knew exactly what she looked like beneath it. Soon he’d have her naked and spread beneath him, fucking her senseless until she screamed his name in release.

  Chapter Ten

  Lily didn’t dare look behind her as she marched up the stairs to her bedroom. She could feel Carson’s gaze on her like a physical caress. Her stomach was jumping and a cold sweat broke out on her skin. For a moment, down in the kitchen, she’d thought he was going to leave.

  She’d talked fast to keep him here. Her plan was to do her striptease for him and end it with them making love. When he was relaxed and sated, she planned to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted their relationship to last as long as possible. She swallowed her trepidation. She’d even go public with it if that was what he wanted. People might talk about them—the younger man and the older woman—but she no longer cared. She was proud that Carson wanted her.

  A sense of rightness settled over her. She loved Carson, and no matter what happened, she’d never regret their time together. Being with him had shown her how she’d closed herself off from certain aspects of life, from her own sexuality. Whatever the future held, Lily was no longer the person she had been. Furthermore, she didn’t want to go back. She liked who she was becoming—a confident, sensual woman.

  When they reached her bedroom, she turned to him. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be out in a minute.” Leaving him to his own devices, she hurried into the bathroom and closed the door.

  She leaned against the wooden panel and took a deep, calming breath. She’d been in the midst of getting dressed when she’d heard him knocking downstairs. Her fingers shook as she tugged at the knot in her belt. When it gave, she pushed away from the door and shrugged out of her robe, hanging it on a hook. She’d need it again when she was finished dressing.

  After she’d arrived home from lunch with her friends, she’d spent several hours thinking about the situation between her and Carson before finally coming to her decision to embrace their relationship. Mind made up, she’d taken a long, hot shower, washing her hair and shaving her legs. She’d just finished smoothing lotion all over her body and putting on her makeup when Carson had arrived.

  Plucking the silk stockings she’d purchased last week from the top of the pile, she carefully smoothed them up her legs. Then she tugged on a red silky thong, fitting the string between the cheeks of her behind. This was the first time she’d ever worn one and it felt strange. Not bad, but it just made her feel more exposed, more sensual.

  The garter belt was next, and she clasped the thin red band around her waist before hooking the tops of the stockings to it. This was another first for her. She’d worn thigh-high stockings before, but never a garter belt.

  The matching bra was next. The minuscule cups thrust her breasts upward, exposing more than they covered. It took her a little pushing and prodding before she was satisfied with how it looked.

  She’d gone shopping a few days after she’d bought her lingerie, thinking she might need a little something to go with it. The choker-style necklace sparkled as she clasped it around her neck. Suspended from the front was a long chain of rhinestones with a fake ruby that nestled into her cleavage. Earrings were next. The large red stone with strands of rhinestones hung from each ear, the glittery strands almost reaching her shoulders. She shook her head, pleased with the way they danced in the light. She finished her ensemble with two cuff-style bracelets. She clasped on one and then the other. They fitted tight at her wrists, emphasizing their slenderness.

  Stepping into the pair of high-heeled red fuck-me shoes that she’d also purchased, she appraised herself in the mirror. She could hardly believe the woman peering back was her. The high heels made her legs appear longer and they changed her posture, pushing her hips forward in a very inviting and provocative manner. The thin triangle of material masquerading as panties barely covered her pubic hair.

  She turned and glanced over her shoulder. Her ass was bare except for the thin strand of red tucked between the twin mounds. Not bad for a woman with a grown son, if she did say so herself. Facing back toward the mirror, she checked out the bra. It was amazing how the man-made device could make her appear much more voluptuous than she actually was. The choker, earrings and bracelets gave her the appearance of an exotic harem girl on the way to pleasure the sultan. The image made her shiver.

  She grabbed her robe, pulled it on and tied the belt. Taking one last breath to calm her nerves, she tugged the door open and strode boldly into the bedroom. Carson had been busy while she’d been dressing. His boots and socks sat neatly by the side of the bed. His shirt was tossed over the back of her chair, along with his jeans and boxers. The room was lit by candles, which she’d placed on the dresser and bedside tables earlier today.

  Totally naked, he sat back against her headboard, pillows stacked behind him. His long legs were crossed at the ankles and his hands were folded behind his head. He appeared totally relaxed, a man at ease with himself and his nudity. He was also incredibly aroused. His cock was hard and thick, stretching up toward his navel. He didn’t say a word, but she was very aware of him watching her.

  Lily swallowed hard as arousal washed over her. Her new bra suddenly felt too tight, the fabric abrading her sensitive nipples. The string of her thong was already damp. She shivered in spite of her internal heat.

  She was thankful she’d set up her stereo earlier, loading in the new CD she’d purchased for this occasion. The past few nights, she’d practiced dancing. Partly for the sake of research and partly in anticipation of tonight’s performance. Pressing the play button, she closed her eyes and let the exotic Mediterranean music wash over her. She was a dancing girl, here to entertain, she reminded herself. Once she’d captured the mood, she slowly turned to face Carson, her hands going to the tie at her waist.

  • • •

  Carson dug his fingers into the pillows behind his head. If he didn’t hold on to something he was going to charge Lily, fling her onto the bed, strip off that flimsy robe and fuck her senseless.

  Listening to her moving around in the bathroom and waiting for her to emerge had been torture. She was still wearing the robe, but now she was wearing impossibly high heels. They made her ankles look delicate and her legs appear longer.

  She glanced his way but went straight to the stereo and turned it on. A primal drum beat filled the air and Lily began to sway. There was something different about her, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. Confidence, maybe, but it was more than that.

  She turned to face him, her fingers tugging at her belt. The sleeves from her robe slid upward and he noticed the glittering cuffs wrapped around her wrists. His cock twitched in approval. There was no doubt about it, Lily was definitely in a daring mood tonight. This was her show, so he’d let her do things her way. Up to a point. There was no way he was leaving here tonight before he’d had his say. After that, it was all up to Lily.

  Lily’s hips began to swing to the heavy beat of the drums as the tie at her waist finally gave way. He had a glimpse of her bare stomach before she twirled away, making the hem of the robe swirl.

  His breathing deepened and his heart began to race. Every muscle in his body went rigid as he restrained himself from lunging off the bed. His balls ached and his dick was hard. And Lily was only getting started.

  She shrugged, exposing one creamy shoulder to his view. She continued to move sinuously as she did the same on the opposite side, letting the silky robe slither d
own her body and pile at her feet.

  Carson released his hands from behind his head and slowly sat forward. Lily was standing with her back to him, her feet apart, her knees bent as her hips made a slow circle. Holy shit! She was wearing a thong. His mouth was suddenly dry, his eyes on her bare ass as she continued to provocatively sway to the music.

  She pivoted and he almost swallowed his tongue as he caught his first glimpse of her entire outfit. He recognized the bra. It was from the red set he’d purchased for her. The deep color of the fabric made her skin appear even paler as it cupped her breasts. The scrap of material masquerading as underwear barely covered her mound. She looked lush and alluring.

  The thick choker wrapped around her neck, giving her a delicate and fragile appearance. The stone dangling from the front dipped down to nestle in her cleavage. The earrings caught the candlelight as she danced. She twined her hands in the air in front of her, emphasizing the jeweled cuffs at her wrists. Exotic. That was the word for it. His Lily was every man’s fantasy come to life—his very own harem girl. Ready and willing to pleasure him.

  Carson couldn’t take his eyes from her even if he’d wanted to, which he didn’t. A man would have to be crazy not to want to watch every single second of her teasing dance. She continued to sway to the hypnotic beat of the drums, inching ever closer to the bed. In the flickering candlelight, she was an erotic vision, tempting him, taunting him.

  The red bra pushed her breasts high and tight. As she dipped forward, finally coming within reach, he couldn’t resist tweaking one taut nipple. She moaned and leaned back, thrusting her pelvis toward him. He let his hand trail down her belly, but before he could touch her panties, she twisted away with a breathy laugh.

  He almost growled in frustration. His balls were about to burst. It wouldn’t take much for him to come. He wanted Lily with an ache that went beyond the physical.

  She put one hand against the footboard to steady herself, lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the edge of the bed. For the first time, he got a good look at her high-heeled shoes. He whistled under his breath. Lily didn’t wear heels like this, so he knew she’d bought them just for this occasion. He also had a sneaking suspicion the jewelry was new too. It matched the lingerie too well.

  For the first time since the altercation at lunch, some of the tension drained from him. He might be aroused as hell, but the anger and worry dissipated, leaving only sexual heat behind.

  Her fingers went to her garter straps and she flicked them open one at a time. “Let me,” he murmured, shifting his position so he could reach her stocking. He brushed the tips of his fingers against her soft inner thigh. Her skin and the silk were a contrast to his harder, rougher hand.

  He pushed his fingers beneath the band and began to roll the stocking down her leg. Lily sucked in a breath and he felt her quiver. When he reached her ankle, he lifted her foot and removed both her shoe and stocking.

  Lily immediately switched legs, propping the left foot on the bed. Carson growled his approval as he got rid of her other shoe and stocking. Just as he reached for her, she laughed and whirled away again. She sinuously moved to the music. The beat was lower, more primal. She never lost time to the rhythm as she tugged off the garter belt and tossed it aside.

  She reached behind and undid her bra. Carson leaned forward, willing the material to fall away. Lily gave her shoulders a little shimmy and the straps fell down her arms. Her bra hit the floor. He could only watch, totally entranced as her breasts swayed and jiggled as she continued to dance.

  Wearing only the red thong and the jewelry, she made his entire body throb and his heart ache. It almost stopped altogether when her fingers slid beneath the tiny strings of her panties.

  He had to get his hands on her. “Come here.” He held out his hand.

  Lily danced toward him but remained just out of reach. She shimmied out of her underwear and let the flimsy garment drop to her ankles. Except for the jewelry, she was totally naked. Somehow it was more enticing.

  She circled her hips and slid her hands up her torso to cup her breasts.

  Out of patience, Carson lunged, caught her around the waist and tossed her onto the bed. He was on her before she had a chance to stop him, his mouth swallowing any protest she might have made. He plunged his tongue past her lips, needing to taste her.

  Mine!

  The word beat in his head like the primal rhythm of the drums driving the music.

  Mine!

  He covered her body with his, pushing his hand beneath her ass to tilt her mound more firmly against his erection.

  Mine!

  He pressed the head of his cock to her opening. It felt amazingly good. Too good. He swore, yanked himself back and grabbed the condom he’d placed on the bedside table. He got it on in record time.

  There was no time for foreplay. Not this time. The need to claim her in the most basic way was riding him hard. Insinuating his hand between them, he positioned his cock at her opening. Her dampness coated him as he pushed forward, stretching her pussy to accommodate him.

  She moaned into his mouth and arched her hips. Her fingers dug into his butt. Groaning, he tore his mouth from hers, buried his face in the curve of her neck and flexed his hips, driving himself deeper into her waiting heat.

  “Carson!” She cried his name as he buried himself to the hilt. He wanted to say her name but speaking was beyond him. He was hanging on by a thin thread. He wanted to make this good for Lily but wasn’t sure he was going to be able to.

  As if sensing his straining control, she brought her legs up around his thighs and wrapped them around his flanks, locking her heels together at the small of his back. “Fuck me!” she commanded, arching into him.

  He lost it. He pulled his hips back and slammed them forward. The friction, the heat, the sheer excitement was overwhelming. He did it again. And again. Each thrust getting deeper and harder.

  Her legs fell away from him and he hooked his arms under her thighs, pushing them up and open. The position left her vulnerable to him as he had total control of how hard or fast he fucked her.

  Concern flitted through his brain and he paused in spite of the commands of his body. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Lily in any way. She clutched at his back, her short nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop,” she moaned.

  That was all he needed. Letting go, Carson fucked her hard, driving both of them higher than they’d ever been before. He could feel the explosion gathering at the base of his cock, but he gritted his teeth, trying to hold on for a few more thrusts. Lily’s inner muscles clutched at him harder with each stroke.

  She tilted her head back, pressed her hips toward him and cried out his name. He could feel the delicate spasms gripping her and they drove him right over the edge. Yelling her name, he gave two more thrusts and came. His semen filled the condom as her inner muscles milked him dry. Nothing had ever felt this good in his life. Nothing.

  When it was over, he fell face-first onto the bed, managing at the last minute to shift his bulk to one side so he didn’t crush Lily beneath him. He’d move just as soon as he got enough energy to do so. That might be in about two day’s time, he figured. Content, he lay there gasping for breath, feeling the heavy beat of Lily’s heart against his chest.

  • • •

  Lily was still seeing stars behind her closed eyes. She’d thought she’d known all about sex and orgasms, but she’d been wrong. This went beyond anything she could have ever imagined. And she had quite a vivid imagination.

  Maybe it had something to do with the dance she’d done for Carson. She’d been filled with a freedom the likes of which she’d never known. It was as if she’d discovered an untapped sensual siren deep inside. She’d felt sexy and sensual, daring, unlike her usual self. Wearing the revealing clothing and swaying to the heavy, exotic rhythm of the music, she’d become someone else, someone wild and free.

  Carson had given her the confidence to allow herself to delve into this new and
exciting side of her personality. She felt safe enough around him to expose that tender new part of herself. It had felt incredible to dance for him with his eyes following her every move. She could still feel the heat of his fingers on her skin as he’d smoothed the silky hose down her legs.

  There had been no foreplay, not in the traditional sense. Yet the entire dance had been foreplay. The teasing, the touching and the glances had all fired her blood to boiling. She’d known he was reaching the end of his limits when she’d removed her bra and finally her panties. Still, she’d been taken off guard by how quickly he’d moved, dragging her onto the bed and beneath his much larger body.

  Yet at no point had she been concerned or worried. There was nothing but arousal and need beating inside her, a need to join with this man. She’d relished his primal actions and the fact that she’d driven him to them. There was something elemental and powerful about that. It had driven her own desire higher.

  Still, he’d stopped when she’d least expected him to. He’d held himself back until he was sure that she was with him. If she hadn’t already loved him, that one action would have done it for her right then and there. Not only that, but he’d remembered to use a condom. Once he’d tossed her to the bed, she hadn’t even given a single thought to protection.

  God, what if she’d gotten pregnant? What a dilemma for a woman of her age. She paused when the idea didn’t bother her nearly as much as it should have. She bit her lip in consternation. She was way past baby-rearing days, wasn’t she?

  Carson stirred and she couldn’t suppress a moan as he slowly pulled his semi-erect cock from her body. The differences in their ages and the fact that they were both at different places in their lives—neither mattered at this moment. What mattered was that they were together now.

  “Be right back,” he murmured. Carson rolled out of bed and strode to the bathroom. Lily shivered as the cool air touched her skin now that he was no longer covering her. She shifted and swore softly when her earring caught on the comforter. Untangling it, she sat up and removed them both, tossing them on the bedside table. The necklace and bracelets followed.