“Lilly?” I warn, because if she wants any chance of using her time to dress, then that look she’s giving me needs to vanish quick smart.
“Okay, I’m going,” she says, flustered, turning from me and heading towards the door. “I’ll be in my bathroom.”
I try working out the tension she left me with but give up after an hour. There’s only one thing that will satisfy this insatiable craving. That’s Lilly. I leave the gym and go straight to her room.
When I open the door to the bathroom, she’s in front of the mirror, moving and swaying her hips as she holds a curler to her hair, listening to whatever is playing in her earbuds. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror, and her brow arches in surprise, or maybe warning,
I walk behind her, towards the shower, and turn on the hot water. Her eyes are fixed on mine through the mirror and don’t leave as I start to undress. I shed my shirt, revealing my body all shiny and damp, and she swallows hard, forgetting the curlers in her hand.
“Shit!” She uncurls her hair, and it springs up into a tight curl, in complete contrast to the ones before it.
Lilly closes her eyes slowly, taking a deep breath, then continues to the next section. But silly her, she returns her gaze to me, and I continue to unbuckle my pants and slide them and my underwear down my thighs. Her eyes drop, and she wets her lips, her gaze following the line of hair that leads down my abs and to my dick.
I’m hard instantly.
She continues to watch me as I step into the shower, still curling her hair and still listening to her music. I never take my eyes off her, and watch the exact moment she see’s me take my cock in my hands. Her eyes flicker between my face and my dick, watching me work it.
A scorching current builds between us and fills the small room. The temperature increases, and I feel it radiating from her to me. Until finally, she snaps, throwing down her curler and ripping her earphones from her ears.
I simply open the shower door, and she walks in. Without a word, I spin her around, facing the wall, ripping off her cotton dress in one quick motion, exposing her back and delicious ass. The only thing left is her underwear, a simple black lace thong that snaps easily in my hands. She gasps, then moans as I move in behind her, taking her hips in my hands. Then I plunge into her pussy from behind, and she uses the wall to push back against me so I go deeper, harder, and faster.
“Oh, God, Ren.” Her moans fill my ears and I reach up, squeezing both breasts.
Taking one in each hand, I pinch and roll her nipples, making her cry out and buckle into me. The hot water sprays over us as I watch my cock sliding in and out of her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The sexiest sight I’ve ever fucking seen. I’m so close, but I need her to come. I’m addicted to the feeling of her tightening around me when she loses control.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, fucking her at a punishing pace, and moving my hand to circle her clit.
“Oh… oh, yes!” she cries out, moaning loudly, her inner walls clamping around me.
I don’t stop fucking her as she rides out her orgasm, burying myself deep inside of her.
“Look at me,” I say, still thrusting in and out, slowing down to a steady pace.
She looks over her shoulder and meets my eyes.
“I want you to see how fucking perfect your pussy is for me.”
She groans, pushing that sexy body back into me, responding to my words.
I tighten my fingers on her hips, pulling her back against me and thrusting into her as deep as I can go. Then do it again, and again, faster and faster until I’m pounding into her.
“Oh! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I thrust one last time, releasing deep inside her and collapsing against her, my arms wrapped around her waist.
After we catch our breath, she turns to face me, sliding her hands over my chest, looking up at me with water crashing down around us. I push her hair from her face and get lost in her eyes, and this feeling clamming at my chest. There are words that are stuck at the back of my throat, and I want to say them, but I don’t.
She smiles and presses a kiss to my lips. “Seriously, be good this time.”
I smile against her mouth before she turns and walks out of the shower.
The function centre is busy as usual. The parking lot is full, but a spot has been reserved at the front. Alberto always bends over backwards for the family, even finding a banquet room on such short notice. But it’s not surprising, no one says no to my father or me.
I take Lilly’s hand who looks drop dead gorgeous in a long red cocktail dress that my sister insisted she wear. It shows off her tan, deep cleavage and slim waist. Her hair is curled sensually as it hangs down her back, and she’s in a pair of heels that look like torture to wear for the entire night. She looks stunning.
The car ride over, Lilly was fidgeting with her dress and hair, her nerves obvious. I’m sure meeting the family would be intimidating. I’m a little nervous, no doubt there will be questions and people talking. We’re Italian, everyone gossips. It’s in our blood.
We enter the function centre and see a sign with both our names in the foyer with an arrow toward the Royal banquet room. But as we follow the signs through a hallway, there is another one pointing us away from where I assume we’re headed.
When I see the door to the main hall with our names elegantly written on a small sign, I frown and look at Lilly. One glance at my face and her eyes widen, clearly seeing the confusion written all over it.