by Amanda Black
“I missed you, too,” Lily replied, surprised at the loud exhale he made, as if he’d been anxiously awaiting her response. He opened his eyes and looked at her intently, slowly lowering her body down beneath him. The soft feeling of the mattress hitting her back finally made her pay attention to her surroundings. The sexy motherfucker had danced her into the bedroom and dangled her over the goddamn bed.
She opened her mouth to tease him about dancing with ulterior motives, but something about the look on his face made her stop. There was such a deep longing in his eyes that she instantly knew this wasn’t the time or place for jokes.
“I was worried you weren’t coming back.” His voice was so soft and quiet that she barely heard him, even though he was only inches away from her face.
“I—” she swallowed thickly, “I was worried that you wouldn’t want me back.”
Ethan planted his knee between her thighs and braced his weight on his hands beside her head, doing nothing for almost a full thirty seconds but staring at her face. His eyes lingered on hers before falling to her lips, then back up to her eyes again as if he couldn’t decide which was more captivating. Very slowly, he lifted one hand to the side of her face and caressed her cheek, dragging his long thumb across her bottom lip in the process.
“Silly little girl,” he breathed. “I’ll always want you. I just have to accept that I can’t always have you.”
With that, Ethan could wait no longer. It had been entirely too long since he had tasted her lips properly, and he was going to remedy that immediately. Closing the distance between them, he covered her mouth with his own, deepening the kiss as he settled his weight on her more firmly. His body screamed to life when he felt his goddess respond eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoving her hands into his hair as if she were holding on for dear life.
When the slick tip of his sweet tongue probed at her lips for entrance, Lily feared that she might faint, the intoxicating flavor of him making her dizzy. She accepted him slowly, both savoring the experience and doing her best to stay lucid. The languorous drag of his tongue against hers was its own form of exquisite torture, and they both moaned at the sensation when they began to swirl them together.
Ethan couldn’t resist sliding his hands lower, down her sides and over her hips, touching everything along the way as he kissed her. When he switched direction and pushed them back up, he hooked his thumbs under the hem of her shirt and lifted it, raking his fingertips over her bare flesh as he moved. Lily lifted enough for him to remove the offending article of clothing, but whimpered when he had to pull his mouth away long enough to raise it over her head.
Just as hungry to feel his skin, she barely had enough clarity of mind to return the favor, tugging on his splattered t-shirt until he took the hint, raising up on his knees and yanking it off before tossing it across the room. Lily quickly removed her bra, throwing it in the same direction as his shirt, and lay there looking up at him in all of his bare-chested glory. He watched her for a moment, panting, before smiling and lowering himself back on top of her, nearly jumping at the electric jolt he felt when their flesh made contact.
Ethan began kissing her again, each shift of his lips and tongue more ravenous than the last. He went no farther than kissing for a while, though, happy to simply have her in his arms again with her skin touching his.
Lily didn’t know what to make of it at first. He would normally start speeding up their actions in a rush to move on to better things. Now, he slowed down even more, kissing her so deliberately and deeply that her eyes began to cross.
When he finally moved to touch her, it was so light at first that she barely felt it. He started at her face, dragging his fingers down her soft skin as he kissed her, following the column of her throat until he was cupping her breast. He loved her with his hands, almost tickling her sides as he stroked her flat belly.
When his hands met the top of her pants he slid his fingers underneath the elastic, reaching around her to pull them down around her backside, taking her panties with them. When her pants were bunched up around her ankles he noticed that he hadn’t even removed her shoes yet, so those were thrown haphazardly over his shoulders without looking, quickly followed by her wadded-up sweats. Ethan couldn’t be bothered to take his eyes away from her gloriously nude body to see where they landed.
This time he moved even more slowly, drinking in the sight of her, from her feet upward until he followed his gaze with his hands. He circled each of her ankles with his long fingers, dragging them up her calves before sliding his hands to the front of her thighs, moving even higher. His thumbs barely brushed against the tightly manicured hair at the apex of her thighs before continuing on, circling around her navel.
When he had reached her breasts again he stopped, looking up to meet her eyes before he grabbed them more firmly, making sure that she was watching. He rested his weight on his elbows and settled between her legs, causing Lily to wrap her long limbs around his jean-clad hips. They both watched as he swirled his thumbs around her aching peaks, causing the tissue to tighten and swell, before he released a loud groan and covered one of her breasts with his mouth. Suckling her greedily, Ethan made sure to lavish attention on her other breast with his hand, squeezing and pinching her dusky nipple with his fingers as he continued to work the other with his tongue.
She tasted so good that he knew he could get lost in her flavor, but after a while he made sure to switch over, not wanting the other nipple to feel neglected. He worked her breasts for so long that Lily was becoming unglued beneath him, never having felt anything quite so intense before. He had always enjoyed her chest whenever they’d been together, but nothing like this. It felt like he was worshiping her.
After a few more minutes the constant stimulation began to make Lily squirm. She was delirious with need, her body aching and feeling more hollow with each new stroke of his tongue. She was swollen and wet, her throbbing sex literally weeping to have him inside her. Before long she began rocking her hips against him, eager to find some sort of relief.
Ethan tried to keep himself away from her for as long as possible, wanting to focus his energy on her body first, but feeling her writhing underneath him made him thrust forward involuntarily, grunting loudly around her hardened flesh.
After she ground herself into him a few more times he pulled back, not trusting himself to stay that close without losing control. Sliding his hand in between their bodies, he slipped his fingers between her swollen folds and groaned at the feeling of them slipping through her wetness. Her hips bucked sharply at the contact, and the loud moan that tore from her body startled them both.
“Do you need that, baby?” he whispered as he slid two fingers lower and circled her entrance. “Right there?” He pushed them deep inside her to accentuate his question.
She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t think. She could only feel, and it felt fucking amazing.
Lily could barely manage a squeak and a slight nod, but it was more encouragement than he needed. Without removing his fingers, Ethan slid down between her legs and licked her silken petals with one long, broad stroke. Lily groaned incoherently and shoved her hands into his hair, moving herself against his hungry mouth when he began worshiping her there, too. He licked and sucked at her with more vigor than he had either of her nipples, drunk on the taste of her, and when he curled his fingers upwards inside her, she exploded around them, shattering into what felt like a million pieces.
Moving back up her body slowly, Ethan took the time to appreciate every aspect of his beautiful girl’s climax: her flushed features, her dilated pupils, the rise and fall of her breasts as she tried to catch her breath. She was absolutely addictive.
He honestly didn’t know how he had ever lasted so long without her.
He told himself that he was only referring to the last few days, but the longer he looked at her, the less sure he became.
“Where did you go?” she panted, reaching up to hold his face. He snapped out
of it, meeting her curious gaze. She stroked his cheek gently before slipping her hand behind his head, pulling him down closer to her lips. “Come back to me.”
“I can honestly say there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”
He closed the distance between them and kissed her deeply, thrilling to her touch as she pulled him to her eagerly and moaned into his mouth. It never ceased to amaze him how responsive she was with him, and today was no exception. Her arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly before she slid her hands down the muscles in his sculpted back. When she reached his firm backside she cupped it, grimacing at the feel of the denim he was still wearing.
“I need you,” she gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to make him understand her desperation. “Please,” she begged as she tugged on his jeans. “I feel so empty without you inside me.”
Ethan didn’t need to be asked twice.
Their hands tangled together in the rush to get his fly undone. The sounds of the buttons popping open were the only noise that could be heard in the room over their wet kisses. When he had finally freed himself from his jeans, Ethan kicked them the rest of the way off before settling back between her legs, bracing his body above her with one arm as he guided himself to her entrance.
Lily felt his broad tip sliding along her slick folds, nudging at her opening briefly before probing her gently, stopping once it was just barely inside. She glanced up into her stranger’s eyes again, wondering what had made him stop, and the expression on his face nearly made her weep. He was staring at her closely, as if he was memorizing every detail of her features, and once again the only word that came to her mind was worship.
“Is there anything wrong?” she asked after a few more seconds of silence. “Why aren’t you moving?”
Just as he was about to slide inside her, business as usual, Ethan was struck with the realization that his time with his goddess was undeniably limited. The last three days had been merely a sample. He had no idea how many more chances he would have to be where he was right at that very moment, and he didn’t want to take it for granted any longer.
“I just… realized that I’ve never watched your face when I enter you,” he whispered. “I’ve usually got my eyes closed or my head thrown back because of how amazing you feel. That just doesn’t seem right. I need to know what you look like.”
Lily had no idea what to say to that. She was feeling completely overwhelmed with a thousand different emotions at once, so she surrendered herself to her body and let them take over. Her hips shifted forward, welcoming him deeper, and she cried out in pleasure when he finally made the first thrust. It was shallow, pushing in only halfway, before he pulled back again.
“Look at me!” he grunted when she instinctively closed her eyes. He may not have been all the way in yet, but he still felt so damn good that it was nearly impossible for her to concentrate. When her eyes were finally locked with his again, he began to roll his hips, continuing with very shallow movements as they watched each other. He went a little bit deeper with every thrust, and after the fourth or fifth she could see the veins popping in his neck with the force of his restraint.
“Do you feel me?” he gritted through his teeth, eyes blazing. “Can you feel me moving inside you?”
“Oh God… yes,” she gasped, trying harder with each movement to pull him in farther, using her thighs around him for leverage.
“Now let’s see how deep I can go,” he growled, leaning over to claim her lips in a possessive kiss before rearing back and thrusting, seating himself inside her to the hilt. Ethan watched as her eyes rolled back and she moaned, and the sight was almost more powerful than the feeling of her tight walls gripping him. He grabbed her hands and pinned them beside her head, holding her fingers tightly as if it might ground him to the only sanity he knew anymore.
“Yes,” he groaned, rocking into her more forcefully with each thrust, never taking his eyes off her face. “Do you think I can touch your soul like this?” he panted before kissing her again.
She met every movement eagerly, bucking and moaning underneath him and trying her damnedest to keep her eyes open, but before long it was all just too much. He felt too good inside her, the words he said were too perfect, and his face was just too painfully beautiful to look at any more.
Lily clamped her eyes shut, unable to process the onslaught of stimulation. Her body wound itself tighter and tighter around him as he moved, each shift in angle hitting her in a more interesting spot. When he swirled his hips one final time and groaned that he was close, something inside of her snapped wide open. She felt him deeper than she ever had before, and knowing that they were both about to explode made her frantic. She wrestled her arms free and reached down to grab his ass firmly, locking him in place as she ground herself against him, pulling him deeper into her with every buck of her hips.
“Oh fuck!” Ethan cried out in shock at her sudden fierceness, the tight grip of her body milking him as he spilled deep inside of her. The feeling of him letting go triggered her own release, and as he watched her face in ecstasy, he couldn’t stop the emotions from overflowing and the words from spilling out of his mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful… so perfect,” he panted. “You feel so amazing!” With that, his lips crashed down on hers, devouring her whimpers and moans.
Lily had never felt so cherished in her entire life. He had made her feel beautiful and precious. They had experienced plenty of sex together, but never like that. Today she had been loved—even if only for one day.
Bittersweet emotions made rivers of hot tears flow down her cheeks. She clung to him as they kissed, afraid to let him go, as if he could disappear at any moment, knowing deep down in her heart that he could. She kissed him all over—his lips, his cheeks, his neck—physically unable to break their embrace.
When she tasted salty tears on her lips, she assumed they were her own.
Chapter 21
Three hours later, Lily walked into her bedroom at home. She hadn’t felt like fixing dinner and since George was out late at a PTA function she’d simply grabbed a container of blackberry yogurt and followed her cats upstairs.
Once she was changed into some pajamas she threw herself back onto her bed, sprawled out with her legs spread wide, and stared up at the ceiling. She didn’t move when Boober curled up into a furry ball between her legs and went to sleep. She didn’t move when it got so dark in her room that she couldn’t see anymore.
She just kept staring up at her ceiling.
It wasn’t until Wembley padded up and yowled in her face that she snapped back to reality. Turning her head to look at his fuzzy face in the dark, she sighed deeply.
“Wembley, what’s Mama gonna do?” He just stared at her for a minute before licking her nose.
“Some help you are,” she huffed. “I love him. I love him and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. If I tell him, he’ll just run away even faster.”
The cat had grown quite bored with her whining by then, turning away and jumping off the bed to go sit on the windowsill and clean himself. Men.
Wiping fresh tears from her eyes, Lily sighed again.
One thing’s for sure. Scott and I are going to have to have a long talk when he gets back. No matter what happens, this just isn’t right or fair to him.
She let the tears flow freely then, mourning the loss of their future together.
When she realized that the thought of not being with him anymore didn’t even hurt, she sobbed even louder.
About twenty minutes later, after she was all cried out and almost asleep, Lily jumped as her cell phone started ringing on the nightstand by her head. She didn’t recognize the number, but she could tell it was local and figured it might be important.
“Hello?”
“Is this Lily?” a lovely female voice asked through the phone.
“Yeah. Who’s this?” The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t imagine who would be calling her at such a late
hour.
“Oh, good! I was hoping this was the right number. This is Maggie Foster.”
Lily glanced over at her bookshelf in the moonlight, her gaze landing on the now-ragged copies of Maggie’s books. This was just too surreal. “Um, hi, Mrs. Foster.”
“Please, call me Maggie.”
“Um… okay, Maggie. How can I help you?”
“Well, I hope you don’t mind my calling. I know it’s terribly late, and I had to pull a few strings at Dr. Wilde’s office to get ahold of your number.” After a moment of silence that Lily didn’t have a clue how to fill, she continued. “Can we talk?”
Her voice dragged Lily out of her self-induced pity coma.
“Of course,” Lily replied, sitting up on her bed quickly. “Is something wrong?” As she listened she leaned over and turned on the small lamp on her nightstand, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
“No, no, nothing bad this time,” she laughed lightly. “Actually, I realized that I never had the chance to thank you properly for everything you did last week. I would have called you sooner, but this is literally my first minute of alone time. I love my family dearly, but they tend to hover and cling when someone is unwell. Eric is the worst of them all!” She spoke the last sentence in a dramatic stage whisper, bringing a smile to Lily’s face.
“Don’t be silly, Maggie. I was only doing what anyone would have done.”
“Well, see, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who would have gone above and beyond the way you did for me. Someone else might have given me a ride, but that’s where it would have ended. You gave me comfort, and I’d like to think friendship as well.”
Lily swallowed a lump in her throat before replying. “Of course I’m your friend, Maggie—if that’s what you’d like.”
“I would. I’d like that very much. I don’t know what it is about you, but I get the feeling that you are a good friend to have.”
Lily wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, but it was her turn to talk, so she tackled the subject that was making her feel the most uncomfortable. “Alright… I have to ask you something.”