I break the kiss, panting. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her eyes drop. And she sees it.
I don’t remember unzipping, but my cock head is straining free from my pants, purple and thick and obscene against my jeans. Between her thighs.
Her eyes go wide, her lips part. “Christ,” she whispers, reverent or maybe terrified. “It’s so big.”
“Too much for you, tiny petal?” I mean to tease, but I sound mournful. Gutted.
She lifts her chin, trying to be brave, though her voice wobbles. “No. Maybe. I…I can take it.”
I sigh, drop my forehead to hers. God, she’s killing me. “No, baby. You can’t. I’ll hurt you bad.” And yeah, it’ll fucking destroy me.
Her fingers move over me, and I see the determination spreading across her face, the way her gaze devours me, cheeks burning hotter.
And I break into a cold fucking sweat. I slide my hand down her plump ass, between her sweet cheeks to slick my fingers through her pussy. To distract her. “You feel that?” I snarl. “How much I made you come?”
She shivers. “Yes.”
“That’s mine. Always mine.”
But I’m learning new things about Lily. One is that she won’t be swayed once she’s made up her mind.
So am I surprised at all when she yanks my T-shirt over her head, baring her magnificent body? Not at all.
“Lily…”
She rolls her hips forward, dragging her sopping center over my cock, soaking the rough denim with her heat searing.
She shudders and gasps, arches. Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Please…”
I kiss her again, delving my tongue between her lips until hers comes out to tangle with mine. She’s naked, sun-dappled, and wet. And I’m kissing her. Maybe this is enough. Maybe I can just give in and come in my pants. It’ll be fucking worth it. “No. Baby, we can’t…”
“But…I need you, Bear.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. That name. That sexy, husky plea.
I send up a quick, desperate prayer.
God help me. Don’t make me hurt her.
Hands shaking, I slide my zipper down just enough to free a few of my inches. The air bites against my crown, thick andveined and wet, heavy and ready as a fucking heat-seeking missile. She looks down between us, and her eyes widen.
Gulps. “Oh my God…”
I chuckle darkly. “Not God, petal. Just me.”
Fear flickers in her gaze. But Jesus, she licks her lips anyway.
I spread her thighs wide, and the sight of her, open like a true flower petal, nearly unravels me.
“We can stop if you want,” I rasp, my jaw barely able to move to form the words.
“No. I…want to.” Her nails dig in deeper, as if to entrench her determination.
I slide my hands up her lush butt to grip her waist. Pull her up, poise her over my cock.
We both stare down, and holy fuck, the sight of her tiny cunt, juicy and open over my wide crown, is the most insanely spectacular thing I’ve ever seen. Also possibly the most terrifying.
