by Jasmine Hill
He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “I can’t think straight through my need for you. We’ll be careful.”
Lillian studied him. “Can’t have me getting pregnant,” she said. “What would you do then?”
He glared at her. “Don’t be sarcastic, it doesn’t suit you. Anyway, of course I’d look after you. What do you take me for? I’ve already made it quite clear that I feel responsible for you.”
She raised her eyebrows at his last remark but decided not to pursue it. She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t want him and anyway, she suspected he was very aware of how he affected her. She put her churlish attitude down to her arduous day dealing with William’s forward lady friends.
“I’d love to see you growing round and lush with my baby,” he said quietly as he caressed her face. “But I would hate to see it out of wedlock.”
Lillian melted at his words then went cold and sulky at his last statement. He could rectify the wedlock issue in a moment.
William stood then stooped to remove his shoes and socks. Straightening, he locked eyes with hers and she watched him untie his bow tie then unbutton his dress shirt. She relished the chiseled muscles of his chest and abdomen as he slowly revealed them to her. He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, undid his trousers then pushed them and his briefs down his firm thighs. She gasped as his huge erection sprang free and bobbed in front of him, the tip reaching to his navel. She’d forgotten how big he was and a shiver of unease ran through her.
She ran her gaze up his body and met his amused expression.
“You stretch to fit me, my love. Remember?”
She nodded and scooted to a sitting position. She couldn’t resist—she had to touch him. She swept her hands across his sculpted chest before brushing them down his sides and tracing the defined V on his abdomen.
He hissed and sucked in a breath at her touch, his stomach muscles rippling deliciously at the movement.
“How do you get muscles like these?” she whispered in awe, sweeping her hands across his tanned skin.
“All the work I do on the property. Shearing sheep, riding, mustering, manual labor.” He shrugged and smiled. “I also box.” He looked down to watch her stroking his stomach and groaned.
“I need you naked. Arms up,” he demanded.
She raised her arms above her head. William stepped toward her and grasped the hem of her nightgown then pulled it over her head in one smooth movement.
As her nude form was revealed, she rushed to cross her arms over her breasts.
“Don’t,” he said softly. “I want to see you.”
Slowly, she lowered her arms. He stepped back to study her.
He gazed hungrily at her bare flesh. “You have the prettiest breasts, so full and pert. Do you see what I see, Lilly? Look at how small and pink your nipples are, just begging me to suck them.”
She gasped and colored at his language but didn’t turn her head away. She was mesmerized by his reverent gaze and the longing in his eyes.
“Feel how they pucker and pebble at my words?” He arched an eyebrow and brushed a thumb over one then the other.
She moaned and thrust her breasts toward him.
“Lie down,” he instructed and climbed onto the bed next to her.
She shuffled back and lay down, anticipation heating her blood and making her breathing erratic.
He settled his body between her legs. “Just relax, sweetheart,” he mumbled against her skin as he swept his lips across her cleavage, then his hot mouth found a nipple and he sucked, hard. With one hand, he found her other nipple and rolled the taut bud between his thumb and finger.
Lillian groaned and arched her back, inviting to him to take more. He bit down on her nipple then soothed it with the flat of his tongue. The sharp sensation sent a hot current searing from her breast to the sweet spot between her thighs, making her cry out and tremble beneath him.
“William,” she gasped, fisting his hair.
“I know, sweetheart,” he crooned and leaned back, staring in fascination at her extended nipples.
His erection, hot and throbbing, was pressed against her thigh and she wriggled underneath him. Longing coiled tighter in her belly. She was wet and swollen with need, the thumping beat between her legs growing insistent.
Finally, he started to move south, trailing kisses down her ribcage, across her abdomen until he reached her mons where he inhaled deeply. “You smell so delicious.” He nuzzled her with his nose and swiped a finger through her center. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I need to taste you.”
Her belly somersaulted at his erotic words, then his mouth was on her. He swept his tongue from her anus to her clitoris, licking through her folds. Her inner muscles clenched and her legs stiffened as he worked his tongue through her cleft over and over again.
“You taste so good.” He pushed her legs wider then backed away a little to study her.
She struggled up on her elbows. “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“Looking at how plump and pink you are.” He buried his head between her legs once more, licked her fluidly and sucked her labia into his mouth.
“Ooh,” she cried out, flopping back and gyrating her hips. Perfect sensations rolled through her, making her insides throb in rhythm with his probing tongue.
“Please, William,” she begged, gripping his hair and yanking him against her.
He thrust one finger then another into her channel and swirled his tongue around her clitoris, circling lazily before sucking the tight little bundle of nerves into his mouth.
Her internal throbbing intensified as the pressure built.
“I can tell that you’re close, Lilly. Let go and give it to me,” he demanded. He thrust his fingers into her harder, pumping in and out of her slickness easily before he clamped his mouth over her center and sucked.
Sensation overtook her and she let go. Her insides convulsed and she held her breath, trying desperately to ride out the overwhelming waves of pleasure rocketing through her trembling body.
William brought her down gently, sucking the pulses out of her core as she floated back to earth.
She lay limp and boneless, trying to regulate her breathing. The mattress dipped when William crawled up the bed.
He worked his way between her legs and hovered over her. “Open your eyes,” he demanded softly.
She fluttered her eyelids open and gazed up at him suspended above her, his elbows resting either side of her head.
“There are those beautiful green eyes,” he said huskily. He brushed his lips over hers and licked the seam of her mouth. “Can you taste yourself on me? See how good you taste?”
She blushed then returned his kiss, opening her lips to invite his tongue to tangle with hers. She could taste herself on him—tangy, erotic and not at all unpleasant. His hot erection pressed against her thigh and she wriggled beneath him as he deepened their kiss, claiming her mouth with a ferocity that took her breath away.
He swept one hand down her side to her hip then between her thighs where he brushed his fingers lightly through her cleft.
“So slick and swollen,” he whispered reverently against her lips, still teasing her folds. “Always so responsive.”
She squirmed beneath him and yanked his hair, desperate to feel him inside her.
He chuckled softly and swept his lips from her mouth to the soft spot below her ear where he sucked before nibbling on the lobe.
She moaned, goosebumps erupting all over her body, and her nipples hardened to tight points.
“I’m going to take you now.” He reared back and positioned his thick erection between her thighs. Then he thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt.
She yelped at his ferocious penetration. He stilled, supporting his body on his elbows as he gazed down at her, waiting for her to adjust to his size.
“Jesus, you’re so tight.” He breathed deeply and brushed the hair from her face before he started to move.
She felt so full and stretched to capacity. She moaned as he drew his thick length slowly out of her then pushed back in. On each outward draw, he dragged the broad head of his shaft across her clitoris, the stimulation sending electrical currents spiraling outward from her core.
She gripped his muscular biceps and bowed her body, desperate to feel more of him, but he continued with his slow, steady strokes, leisurely pulling out and pushing forward.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“You want it harder, Lilly?” He groaned and thrust in deeply, circling his hips to rub his pelvis against her clit before slowly withdrawing. His hair lay damp with perspiration and the veins in his neck corded as he continued his measured pace.
“Yes,” she cried, propelling her hips up in an attempt to spur him into action. Her stomach clenched and a dull throb developed in her womb, but that pleasurable release still remained elusively out of reach.
“My darling wants it harder,” he grated through clenched teeth. “Like this?” he asked on a hard, soul-jarring thrust.
She groaned, feeling his thick length penetrating her, and pumped her hips to meet his ferocity.
He picked up the pace of his strokes until he was thrusting fiercely, the force pushing her up the bed so she had to grasp his shoulders and hold onto him tightly.
The pulsing sensation in her insides turned into a full-blown tempest as his rhythm increased and his breathing grew choppy and erratic.
“I can feel that you’re close,” he said, plunging deeply. He slid his hand between their sweat-slicked bodies and found the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. “Come for me. Now.” His gaze bored into hers. He massaged her clitoris with deft fingers and reared back to pound her faster.
Suddenly her orgasm gripped her, sending her insides into a quivering, throbbing frenzy. She stiffened and cried out in pleasure.
William growled triumphantly and closed his mouth over hers, swallowing her cries and kissing her passionately.
She felt weak and boneless and wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to control the kiss. He took her mouth possessively and forced his tongue between her lips to tangle with hers. His breathing quickened and his thrusts grew rougher as he worked toward his own release.
He broke their kiss, supported his body on his hands and pumped his hips, gyrating his pelvis.
She watched, mesmerized by his abdominal muscles rippling and quaking with his lunging movements. He clenched his jaw and met her gaze as he withdrew and took hold of his thick erection, wrapping his palm around the base to fist himself to completion. He growled low in his throat, pumped semen over her stomach and breasts, and used one hand to rub the evidence of his release into her skin.
“Christ.” He flopped onto his back at her side. “That was incredible.”
Lillian couldn’t open her eyes and a calm drowsiness had descended on her. “Hmm.”
William’s chest bucked against her on a silent chuckle.
“I’ve worn you out, my darling,” he said, caressing her face.
The mattress dipped next to her, then she heard the sound of water. Quickly, he returned to kneel beside the bed, sweeping a cool washcloth over her breasts and abdomen before tenderly swiping it between her legs.
She opened her heavy lids to watch him.
“Are you sore?” He gave her an appraising look as he tended her. “I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.”
She wriggled, testing her limbs and inner muscles, and winced when she felt a twinge deep inside.
“A little. Although it’s not unbearable, I’m just not used to it.”
He set the washcloth aside and cupped her face in one hand. “Do you realize how happy I am that you are so unfamiliar with the sensation? It means that I’m the only man who’s been here.” He ran a finger gently between her folds.
Her eyelids fluttered closed and she arched into his hand, relishing the feel of William’s fingers as he delicately sifted through her damp sex.
“Hmm, you are an insatiable little thing,” he murmured appreciatively. “You’re tired and you need to sleep. Let’s get you back into your nightgown.”
Stooping, he retrieved her nightgown from the floor and, with one hand, pulled Lillian into a sitting position. “Arms up.”
She raised her arms and William swiftly dropped the garment over her head, tugging her arms through the sleeves.
She slumped back onto the mattress and lifted her hips so William could drag her nightdress down her legs. She was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. William climbed onto the bed next to her.
“Lie on your side, facing away from me,” he instructed.
She did as he asked and he pulled her back against his chest then wrapped his arm around her waist. “Sleep now, sweetheart.”
She barely registered his words as her eyelids closed and she fell into a peaceful slumber.
Chapter Twenty-One
William awoke slowly, relishing the feel of Lillian in his bed and in his arms. It was so comforting having her compact and curvaceous body pressed against him. He dipped his head to her hair and deeply inhaled the familiar scent of apples—and a slight hint of coconut. Hmm, delicious.
His morning erection throbbed insistently and he couldn’t help but grind his hips against the soft pillows of her backside. Her nightgown had ridden up in her sleep and she lay gloriously naked from the waist down, providing silky smooth flesh to slide against his hard length.
He looked over Lillian’s shoulder at the bedside clock—it was still early and he figured he had an hour until the rest of the household started to stir.
He groaned low in his throat and gently rocked against her, snaking an arm underneath her nightgown to cup her right breast. He squeezed the globe gently and brushed his palm across her nipple until he felt the peak stiffen and tighten.
She moaned in her sleep and instinctively pressed back against him. Fuck, she was amazing—so sexually receptive that she took his breath away. No other woman had ever made him feel the way that she did. The triumph that he felt when she orgasmed so unreservedly and so spectacularly was heady and powerful. To have such a beautiful and sensual creature writhing beneath him in ecstasy was exhilaration exemplified.
He should carry her back to her room and her own bed, but the feel of her in his arms was too good to cut short and his cock was rock hard and in need of attention.
She whimpered and settled her backside tighter into his pelvis. He hissed a breath and swept his hand from her breast down to her pubic hair where he caressed her softly, probing her folds with two fingers. Even in sleep, she was moist and ready for him. He had to have her and every intention of delivering her back to her room vanished instantly.
He nuzzled the soft skin below her ear and kissed a trail down her neck, the scent of her overwhelming his senses. Always he’d associated the aroma of apples with Lillian and a sense of déjà vu hit him, so strong that it sent a sharp pang through his chest.
He snaked his other arm underneath her, reached for her left breast and pulled her tighter against him. He enveloped her, one hand at her breast and the other, probing her slick heat, anchoring her body to his as he continued to kiss her neck.
She moaned deep in her throat and moved her neck to the side, allowing him better access to her delicate skin. Her hips rocked against his hand, enticing his fingers to plunge deeper.
“Are you awake, sweetheart?” he asked softly.
“Hmm.”
He chuckled. “Still sleepy?”
“Yes.” Her voice was low and husky, stiffening his cock further.
“Just relax, my darling. I’ll do all the work.” He swept his hand from between her thighs to cup the back of her knee then lifted her leg and opened her wider.
“I want you to grasp my cock and position it at your entry,” he instructed, his voice tight with need.
He heard her sharp intake of breath before he felt her small hand grasp his erection, sending his abdominals in
to spasms and tightening his balls.
“Quickly, Lilly. I need inside you. Now.”
She guided him gently until he felt the tip of his cock brush her warm, wet entrance and he could hold back no longer. He thrust into her hard and fast, seating himself, balls deep.
She shuddered around him, her sex clenching his cock and gripping him like a fist.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good, sweetheart.”
He held still for a moment, relishing her tight, slick heat before he started to move, slowly pulling out then plunging deeply and gyrating his hips. He gripped her waist with both hands and manipulated her body, pushing her forward and withdrawing then pulling her back hard against him to bury himself inside her once more.
She covered his hands with her own and hung on as he fucked her, allowing him total control of her body’s movements, giving herself over to him completely.
He thrust faster and harder and tightened his grip on her hips to piston her more forcefully up and down his thick length. His balls pulled up and lust coiled hot and tight at the base of his spine. He brushed one hand down her stomach to reach her clit and massaged the little bud with his thumb, pressing down as he pumped into her.
She arched her back and cried out. He felt her internal muscles start to flutter and he knew that she was close.
“Come on, Lilly. Give it up,” he bit out. Then he felt it. Her inner walls contracted and pulsed around his cock, her whimpers and shudders spurring him toward his own climax.
He stiffened as she milked him and his orgasm raged through him in a glorious, boiling eruption. He pulled out quickly, gripped the base of his erection and fisted himself to completion.
He struggled to regain his breath and clutched her closely, panting into her hair and nuzzling her neck, enjoying the afterglow and slow ebb of his orgasm.
Finally, he looked across at the clock and groaned. “I have to get you back to your room.” He kissed her hair, climbed out of bed then stooped to retrieve his trousers from the floor and pulled them on.
He gazed down at her for a moment and marveled at her beauty. Her hair lay tousled from sleep and sex and her cheeks were flushed. Her generous cleavage, so plump and creamy, begged to be caressed and kissed. She was the epitome of every man’s fantasy and she was in his bed and she was his. The thought exhilarated him and terrified him in equal measure. Exhilarated him, because at this point in time she was his, but terrified him, because he felt that at any moment she could be taken away from him, or she could leave. If that happened, he didn’t know how he’d survive.