Her eyes flashed with hurt for the briefest of moments but it was enough. He felt her pain and ignored it.
She fell onto the mattress, her eyes staring at the ornate ceiling rose overhead.
“Earlier tonight I promised you that I would kiss you everywhere.” He peeled her underpants down her legs, dropping them to the floor. He brought his mouth painfully close to her womanhood and Lilah lifted her hips without knowing what she was doing. His smile was one of triumph. He lashed her with his tongue, just enough to make her cry out in pleasure; to lift her knees and spread her legs, making herself available for his enjoyment.
“I promised you I would take you hard, again and again, while I held your perfect breasts,” he said, breaking away from her with true regret. She was so close to orgasm, he could have sent her over the edge easily. But he wanted her to wait. He wanted her to be almost delirious from pleasure.
Lilah’s mouth was dry with longing.
“Turn over.”
She swallowed nervously, but did as he said. Will took a moment to admire her from behind, the smoothness of her caramel skin, the pert roundness of her butt. Then, he gripped her thighs and pulled her backwards, so that her feet connected with the floor and she was bent over the end of the bed.
“Will?”
He pushed a condom onto his length then gripped her hips. “I made love to you in the cabin because I fell in love with you, Lilah.”
His hand was gentle as it stroked her sides.
“And now?” She whispered, pushing her rear backwards, begging him to satiate the fires that were burning under her skin.
“Now I’m going to have sex with you,” he said simply, thrusting into her without any preamble. He pushed into her and felt her insides contract around his length. Her muscles were tight, she squeezed him to the point of pain.
He pulled out and thrust into her again. Lilah was moaning, scratching her nails into the bed linen as her orgasm burst on her like a waterballoon being dropped from a highrise. She shuddered and shook, and he gripped her breasts, squeezing them while he drove into her again.
She moaned his name again and again, and he used her hips to control her, pulling her harder on his shaft before pushing her tantalizingly away, so that the relief she sought was denied.
He felt her climax again and he held her still and tight, waiting for her waves to reach a crescendo. He knew her body would be like jelly.
But he wanted more. He wanted her to experience the kind of pleasure she would never forget. And then he wanted to walk away from her without a backwards glance.
Yeah, right.
Of their own accord, his hands reached up and tangled in her hair, pulling on it just enough to draw her face to the side. She was biting her lip; her face was flushed.
“On your back.”
He pulled out of her and watched as she wriggled over. She was high on pleasure.
Good.
He didn’t notice how she stared at him as though she was searching for something; as though she didn’t recognize him.
“What do you want?” He prompted, running a finger lazily between the valley of her breasts.
Lilah fanned her eyes shut but he laughed scornfully. “You have just been screaming my name and still you can’t admit that you want me?”
“Why do you need me to say it?” She prompted, her eyes shimmering.
“I just do.” He reached down to unfurl the condom but Lilah pushed up.
“What are you doing?”
His smile was cold. “If you don’t want any more …”
She blinked down at her hands on the bed. “You know I do.”
“You do what?” He prompted, bringing himself teasingly close to her femininity.