I glance up and see her eyes glassy, her lips parted, her body already trembling, and we haven’t even started moving again. I want her to come for me before I lose control. I want her to remember the pleasure of tonight and not the inevitable pain.
I kiss between her breasts, then pull her close, lips brushing her ear. "Every time we fuck, I’m gonna suck on these tits untilyou’re shaking. You hear me? They’re mine. Just like the rest of you." I flick my fingers across her sensitive slit and then start lavishing her nipples with my tongue again. It’s not long before there’s a flash of wetness coating my dick. My girl is unraveling, gasping for breath, begging me to fuck her.
It’s tentative at first, slow and clumsy, but holy fuck, it’s perfect. Her body adjusts, grips me tight as I fuck my hips up, burying myself deeper inside of her sweet pussy I start to pick up my thrusts.
“You feel so fucking good, Lilac. Better than I imagined. Better than anything. You were made for me,” I gasp the words out, and my voice is so overtaken with my own pleasure that I’m not sure she can even understand what I’m saying to her.
She moans and rocks harder, losing her rhythm but gaining something else. Something desperate. She kisses me with open lips, with teeth and tongue, moaning into my mouth.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Ride me, baby. Just like that. You’re doing so good. Taking me so deep. Letting me stretch this sweet little pussy open.”
She clenches around me. “Callum,” she gasps. “I think I?—”
“Come for me,” I whisper against her lips. “Soak me. Fuck, I want to feel you fall apart. I want to ruin you.”
She cries out, her body shaking, and I lose it.
I grip her hips and thrust up hard, once, twice, and I’m coming inside her with a growl. My name is still on her lips when I spill into her, raw and bare.
She’ll fully mine now. No one else on this planet and beyond will ever know what this feels like.
She collapses against me, both of us shaking. My arms are wrapped so tight around her I’m not sure where she ends and I begin.
I press kisses to her temple, her shoulder, her throat.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, still buried inside her. “I want you like this every time. Full of me. Dripping for me.”
She shudders. “You mean that?”
“Of course I do, baby.” I want to tell her I love her.
God, it’s right there, caught in my throat.
But I can’t. Not yet.
If I say it now, she might pull away. She might think it’s the sex or the adrenaline or what we’ve been through twisting me up.
So I hold it. Bury it until the time is right. She deserves the world, and I plan on doing everything within my power to give it to her.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper, suddenly feeling bold enough to skirt around what I really want to say to her. “Mine forever. No one else will ever touch you. I’ll kill them if they try.”
Lilac is completely spent in my arms, so I’m not sure that she’s even heard what I’ve said to her. She's limp and flushed and breathing shallowly. Her skin is still warm against mine, her chest pressed to me, her hair sticking to the sweat at her temples. And she looks like a doll in my lap. She looks fucking so delicate, so breakable, but she’s not. She’s resilient. She can get through anything, but I want to be around to make sure that she doesn’t ever have to do anything alone ever again.
I cradle her carefully, because I don’t want to rattle her out of the blissful state she’s fallen into.
Slowly, I pull out of her, my cock still wet and heavy, and she whines softly in protest. I kiss her cheek, her shoulder, every inch I can reach of her bare skin.
She doesn’t fight me. My girl just blinks up at me like she’s too tired to speak, her body curled up and spent in my lap.
I reach for her panties, but instead of putting them back on her, I shove them in the pocket of my jeans. She’s still so soft, sopliant as I lean her back and pull the top over her dress up over her full breasts, dressing her like she’s made of glass.
Only once she’s covered do I press my lips to her forehead and lift her just enough to fix my jeans so they don’t fall down when I carry her into her parents’ house. I don’t need to add mooning the family to my list of mounting indiscretions I’m racking up on this visit. “Let’s get you to bed, baby.”
I gather her up in my arms and carry her inside the house, ignoring the house rule that I’m supposed to sleep in the guest room. Fuck that. I’m not leaving her side, especially not with how erratic her parents have been acting.
Once I get her to the bedroom, I don’t waste any time. I want her naked skin against mine because I don't know when I'll get to experience her again. Sure, we’ll be home in our bed tomorrow night, but that’s not soon enough. One night without this feeling is too much. I can’t fucking bear it.
I undress her reverently, like I’m unwrapping something too sacred to touch. I peel off her dress, leaving her bare in front of me, her skin flushed and soft in the dim light the moon is casting through the lace curtains.
