“Lilly,” I say steadily. “Listen to me . . . get ready for bed.”
“Urgh, you’re frustrating.” She storms into her bedroom. Can you tell she’s feeling just fine?
When I reach my room, I take off my shirt and pants and stick them in my hamper before I head into the bathroom, where I brush my teeth. Shortly, Lilly joins me and does the same. I spit my toothpaste into the sink and rinse my mouth. When I’m done, I lean against the doorframe, watching her. She’s in the shirt she borrowed from me, her hair tied into a loose bun.
When she’s done brushing her teeth, she turns toward me and asks, “Are you going to make me say good night here, in this sterile bathroom?”
So fucking sassy when she doesn’t get exactly what she wants.
I shake my head and walk up to her. I gently kiss her knuckles before pulling her to my bedroom. I make sure my bedroom door is shut and then pull back the covers of my bed. She lies down, and I remain standing.
“I had different plans for you tonight, plans that involved tying you up to this bed.”
“Why are you saying that as if it’s past tense?” she asks. “Because being tied up sounds yummy, especially if I’m naked.”
“Because after today’s events, that won’t be happening.” I slip into the bed with her and pull the covers over us.
“But I’m feeling fine.”
“Yes, but your wrists are still red from the zip ties earlier, and I know if you were tied up in my bed, there’s no way I’d be able to fuck you without fucking you too hard. And I don’t want to hurt your head.”
She turns toward me and rests her hand on my stomach. “You don’t have to be so careful with me. I’m a big girl, I can handle a solid pounding, if that’s what you desire.”
It is what I desire, but I also don’t want to give her a headache or cause any pain.
I tilt her chin up and look her in the eyes. “You’re precious to me, therefore, I will be as careful as I fucking want. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she answers in an annoyed tone. Irritated, she rests her head on my shoulder, so I loop my arm around her and rest my hand on her thigh. Needing to feel her skin, I hike up her shirt and press my palm to her warm body.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I say, feeling no fabric.
“You told me not to, so I didn’t put any on. See, Keller, I can listen.”
“I’m shocked,” I say as I drag my fingers over her hip.
“I’m a very good listener,” she says as her fingers move down my abs, one divot at a time, until her hand reaches the waistband of my briefs. It doesn’t take much. Just her touch has me hard, ready to go.
“Are you? Because it seems as though you’re about to slip your hand into my briefs without permission.”
Her fingers pause. “Err, was I? Oops.” She kisses my chest and quietly says, “I just want you, Keller.” Her lips press against my jaw. “I want you bad. I want you inside of me. I want you to spread my legs and make me come. Being this close to you makes me feel desperate for your touch. Do you know how wet I’ve been all day, just thinking about what you might do to me tonight?”
“Tell me,” I say.
She moves her fingers back to my chest. “Every time you touched me, innocently, it just reminded me of what was to come tonight. Every time you looked at me, our gazes catching in the middle of the room, I felt the need you have for me, and it only turned me on even more.”
“And what about now?” I ask.
She rolls to her back and spreads her legs. Then she reaches down, swipes at herself, and lifts her fingers to my mouth, where I pull them in between my lips, sucking hard, tasting her.
“Dying for your mouth,” she says. “Don’t you want to make me come?”
“I do, but I also like making you wait.”
“Keller,” she groans.
“If you’re turned on, then you may masturbate in front of me, but I’ll need you naked.”
“Are you going to touch me?”
“That will be for me to decide. Now, strip.”
She sits up from the bed and pulls off her shirt. I push the covers down so her naked body is uncovered, and I watch as she spreads her legs and moves her hand between them. Her teeth roll over her bottom lip as she moves her fingers over her clit.
“God, I wish this was you instead,” she sighs.
“Spread your legs more,” I command, and she listens, letting them fall wider. “That’s it. Now put your fingers on the outside of your labia and massage. I want you to tease yourself.”