“I’VE THOUGHT about fucking you in every type of way, beautiful.” I grind my teeth as Lily lowers herself onto the first few inches of my agonizing erection.
“I don’t know if I can take all nine inches of you.” Her voice trembles. “It’s—it’s a lot.”
“We’ll go slow.” Besides, there’s no fucking way I’m going to last more than a few minutes inside her.
“What have you thought about?” Lily leans back, steadying her hands on my shins.
I blink up at the landscape of perfect breasts wrapped in the colors of Van Gogh’s vibrant brushstrokes.
“I thought about your eyes, your lips, your breasts, and your tight pussy for years, Lily.” My dick soaks up her wet heat. “How good I could make you feel every fucking day since I’ve met you.”
She finally manages to lower herself onto me, eyes bulging from the fullness of my cock. I should try to take it easy, but she’s already rocking her hips against me.
Lily chokes on a groan. “You do feel too fucking good, Nico. Dangerously good.” Her combat boots scrape my legs as her movements grow more brazen.
I reach for her neck and tip her face toward me. She looks at me through glassed-over eyes. “Open your mouth for me, beautiful.”
My fingers push past the seam of her lips, and Lily traces her tongue over each of my digits until they drip like her pussy.
“How are you real?” One of my hands kneads at the fullness of her ass, roughly anchoring her on the stiffness of my cock; the other rubs her center.
The rocking of her hips turns unsteady, and I grip her tighter.
“I’m gonna—” Her throaty whimpers echo through the museum, rippling from her chest and turning from astonished to panic. She’s absolutely untamed. “I’m gonna come.”
“Just like that, love?” My hips punch upward, jutting my entire length into her.
I’ll be honest. I adore how fast I can make her come.
The eruption of her cries and moans is enough of an answer.
Lily’s pussy convulses around me. I force myself to focus, summoning every grain of willpower not to chase her orgasm with my own.
“You didn’t want to finish with me?” Limp, she falls on top of me, connecting her damp forehead with mine.
“So fucking badly.” I wrap my arms around her and lift slightly, repositioning us so her back is on the mattress and my body is over hers, not breaking our connection for a moment. “Especially watching your perfect tits bouncing in front of me.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I want to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my cock.” My lips connect with her temple. “I’m not going to waste the moment so quickly.”
“Oh.” Lily tightens around me, the ignition turning on behind her hazy gaze.
“Think you got another one in you?” I fill her with one slow, deep stroke.
Her pink lips drop open, eyes bright and wide as she nods.
My thrusts are lazy and teasing. Lily’s hands wrap around my neck. Our eyes remain glued to each other.
“You’re a masterpiece.” My hips slam against hers more deliberately, driving my dick over the spot that makes her eyes roll back without fail.
“Am I?” Her slick walls start to tighten around me; I can already feel the precum dripping into the latex condom.
“That’s right.” Spiky nerves strain at the base of my spine and unlock some primal instinct in me. I bury myself deeper, every inch of her opening up for me. “You’re meant for worship, Lily, and I’m the only one who knows how to treat your lovely cunt right.”
I’m hers.
I’m wrong for realizing it while her panting body writhes beneath mine, but there’s no point denying the truth.
I’m in love with Lily Rodin. My first love.
Despite it all, I’m certain our arrangement is going to leave us both in the rubble of our own making, but I’m willing to try. I want to make a change. I want to give her all I have.
I really fucking hope she feels the same because if the past few weeks have shown me anything, it’s that she’s starting to feel more and more like home.
A feeling I never craved before her.
“Harder.” Her stare is on mine, but she’s chasing another orgasm. The sharp points of her nails scrape at my neck. The sound of skin slapping on skin booms through the museum. “More. More. Please d-don’t stop…Nico, I’m…going to…”
The strings of my willpower fight against a desperate need for release.
A few more thrusts, and her amorous whisper quivers in my ear. “Come…,” she moans. “Now, please.”
Lily’s spine arcs, and her walls squeeze around me. But I piece together my restraint until she shatters.
My forearms drop on either side of her face. “Look at me.” Her green eyes meet mine. “You’ve ruined me, Lily, for the rest of my fucking life.”
Her lips manage a weak smile. “I think you’ve ruined me too.” I’m undone.
My hips buck into her as the hot shot of release empties me.
The room stops spinning and I withdraw from her, shucking the condom.
She nuzzles into my chest, climbing over my boneless body. The floral scent of her hair fills my senses. I grab the blanket to cover our bare flesh.
She nudges her nose along my skin, and I kiss the top of her head. “Why didn’t we do that earlier?” Lily’s voice pirouettes in a whisper. “I can spend eternity doing exactly that.”
My words are another promise I’m intent on keeping.
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“IF WE DO THIS AGAIN,” Lily says, “you need to tell me everything that turns you off during sex.”
“That’s sexy,” I joke, tugging on my boxer shorts. “You go first.”
We didn’t have much time to talk yesterday after the museum, opting for room service and a couple of sessions at the hotel in Amsterdam. We returned to London a few hours ago after sleeping all the way home on the train.
It only took Lily an hour into my nap to crawl between my sheets for round four.
Yes, I’m keeping count.
“Never leave your socks on when we’re having sex,” she says as though it’s obvious.
“So, does that mean we’re gonna continue this?” I motion between us.
Last night, she kept saying, “Okay, but this will be the last time” before tearing open a condom and mounting me.
“I thought about it, and we can amend rule number four.”
“No complaints here.” I glance down at the socks I was ready to pull over my feet. “No socks. What else?”
Note to self: burn the cotton foot jackets as soon as possible. “No baby talk. No mommy kink. No peeing. What about you?” Has she actually tried all that?
“Long list you got there.” I do my absolute fucking best to not picture my Lily with anyone else. “But I don’t have anything I dislike doing with you.”
“Not a single sex ick?”
“Look, I’m usually just happy to be there.”
She sighs. “Really? Come on, there must be something.”
“Umm.” I rack my brain. I don’t know if it’s worth mentioning that our times together are permanently imprinted into every crevice of my mind until I die. Was being absolutely head over heels for her one of the many things on her ick list? “I guess someone once suggested food play, and I don’t think I want to try that again. We’ll say that’s my ick. Sex with food.”
Her face contorts into a squirm. “Sex with food?”
“I’ve seen potpie go places potpie should never go.”
“Okay, gross.” She laughs with a full-body squirm. “What do you like in bed?” Lily hikes herself up against the headboard, each of her long legs stretching toward me.
I’d have been a fool if I hadn’t predicted she would attempt to rationalize being with me as if it were some mechanical process.
That’s fine.
We can pretend that us fucking beneath a projection of Starry Night wasn’t some of the best sex either of us has ever had. Whatever rules or lines she wants to draw around us are okay by me.
I’m happy to have her in my arms, however that looks.
“Anything you do has been my favorite thing, but if you want specifics, I like it when you use your teeth,” I admit, feeling embarrassed to be talking about something that’s never made me shy. “When you kiss me, it’s nice.”
She grins. “I like that too.” I wrap my fingers around her ankle, dragging her down the bed. Lily yips, but makes no effort to return to her seat as I climb over her. “Anything else?”
“Sometimes, when you’re about to come, your mouth turns absolutely filthy.” My eyes connect to hers, the strands of her hair spread over the sheets. “I have to do everything humanly possible to not finish right then and there.”
Lily lifts her face to mine and connects her teeth with my lower lip. I harden against the warmth of her body beneath me.
“So you like it when I get a little rough?” I ask.
“Fucking obsessed with it.” Her voice is a whisper made liquid. I trace my tongue along hers, and in a breath, I’m drowning in the taste of her.
“Condom.” Lily pants, her fingers already dragging down my shorts. “Get a condom.”
“Fuck.” It kills me to pull away from her. “We used my last one.” “What does that mean?”
“Well, there was the one in Amsterdam and then—”
“I don’t need a play-by-play of events I was present for.” Flames burn behind her wild eyes. “You only had four condoms with you?”
“You’re the one who said we’re not having sex! Besides, you’re still taking your birth control. Maybe we can skip the condoms altogether?”
She rolls her eyes. “That’s too intimate.” I should’ve known better than to ask.
My body’s in action before I have enough time to piece together the situation. Sweats on, T-shirt pulled over my head. “Look, there’s a store right down the street. I’ll be right back.”
“I might be done by the time you return.” Lily gives me a seductive smirk, lifting the hem of her tank top.
“If you come without me here to make it happen, I’ll make you regret it.” I plant a quick kiss on her forehead.
“Hey, none of that.” Lily’s arm tries to swat me away. Not this fucking shit again.
I grip her jaw and tilt her face toward me until our eyes lock. “Let’s get one thing straight, princesa. My cock is about to own every fucking inch of you.” A look of defiance flares behind her green eyes. “So, next time you try to swat me away, I’ll smack your pretty ass raw.”
She tries to nip at my hand cupping her face. “That seems more of a reward, not a punishment.”
“Then you better start behaving.” I touch my lips between her brows, before trailing her entire body with rough kisses.
“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” She squirms beneath my touch.
“You may think you’re a mystery, gorgeous girl, but I know you like the back of my hand.”
