“Growing up. . .” I swallow. “My mom had a lot of suitors, like she brought home a lot of different men and it was kind of messed up. She’d be happy one minute and sad the next when they didn’t stick around, and they never stuck around,” I scoff.
“I noticed things seemed tense with your mom at the wedding,” she replies.
“My brother and I have a rocky relationship with her, but he really wanted her here,” I explain.
“That sounds like a hard way to grow up,” Lili says. “My parents were high school sweethearts, but my dad has a demanding job. He’s barely ever home. My mom was always busy with Alessa and I growing up, but now we’re both out of the house, I see how lonely she is. She doesn’t complain, but she has kind of brainwashed Alessa and me that we need to have careers that make us happy. That we should never depend on a man. I think it’s because she never got to go to college. She had Alessa a year after she finished high school. I guess that’s why Alessa and I are so driven.”
“Nothing wrong with being driven,” I reply and smile looking into her eyes. “I like you.”
She freezes and it looks like she’s thinking.
Damn. Did I screw this up already?
“You seem like a nice guy,” she says, which kind of feels like I’m about to be shot down, but then she surprises me and moves in to hug me. She presses her breasts into my chest and my cock comes to life. Her brows raise. “But you do know I don’t have time for a relationship right now and, besides, after what I went through with my ex, I don’t trust myself. I’m supposed to be a good judge of character and I didn’t detect his cheating slimy ass.”
“And you think I’m not what I say I am,” I reply.
“What are you?” Lili asks with a snicker.
“A nice guy. Not a cheater,” I deadpan.
“It’s not only that. I screwed up my year at school. I never went back last year for second semester and then I put in a transfer, and it was too late, so I missed the fall semester as well. I basically have a year to catch up and if you know me, then you’d understand that shouldn’t have happened. I’m driven. I know what I want, and I go after it. Now I’m behind. It’s going to look bad on my application and I always wanted Harvard Law,” she says.
“I can tell you’re driven. I find it sexy.” I grin. My cock bobs and grabs her attention.
“No more personal talk,” she says, and she turns and kisses me. Her kisses are hot and sweet and get my body all fired up.
We kiss, facing each other, our bodies lined up, and then she stops kissing me and moves to my neck, kissing down my throat to my chest, where she peppers kisses and nibbles along my pecs. She bites my nipple and I feel it in my groin. I reach down and rub her nub with my finger. Everything just feels so natural. I kiss her where it feels right. Touch her where I think it will turn her on, and it does. I feel her pussy grow wet and I roll her nub more, and then place two fingers inside her.
“That feels good,” she says, thrusting into my fingers. Her words give me encouragement to move forward. She takes my cock in her hand and begins to pump and I feel myself lengthen from her touch, and then I turn and place her on her back.
“Should I get a condom?” I ask as I rub her nub.
“Yes,” she moans. I reach for the condom, but I need both hands to open the wrapper. I sit back on my knees and sheathe my cock, and then I watch Lili on her back spread for me. I sure as hell hope I can hold on longer this time.
Come on, big guy, don’t let me down. Giving my cock a pep talk seems like the right way to bolster his self-esteem after that horrendous flop of me coming too fast.
I decide to finger her some more because I like the view of seeing her pussy drip for me as I finger her and use my thumb to rub her clit. When she starts to thrust in my hand, and I feel her growing wetter as her breaths pick up, I stop fingering her and guide my cock inside her. I groan as her pussy squeezes me. She feels tight and warm and very wet. It’s easy to slide inside her and out then slam back into her, and she seems to like the tempo. I feel more in control now that I know what to expect. It’s also different with me driving into her. I thrust and thrust, and she meets me each time, moving her hips to the same rhythm. This almost feels like an erotic dance as embers burn inside me. She rakes her fingers up and down my back and holds my ass, guiding me deeper inside her and we groan and moan. Then I reach down and rub her clit while continuing to drive into her.
“Yes. . .just like that, Logan. Omg. That feels so good,” she encourages, and she begins to breathe faster, moan harder. Her pussy squeezes me tighter, and it causes those embers I was feeling to burst into flames as I pick up the pace and drive into her. I wonder if I’m being too rough but from her cries of ecstasy, I would say she is enjoying every moment like I am. I remove my hand and thrust faster, rubbing her in all the right places by shifting my hips the way Declan told me to, and she detonates like a firecracker screaming out. I continue to thrust, wanting to drag out her ecstasy while fighting my own release. I need to make this good for her but as her pussy clenches around my cock, my balls bunch and then I’m coming hard, jerking inside her. She continues to move her hips, rubbing and clenching along my length, and we both groan out the end of our releases. I fall limp and we both breathe fast and hard.
I pull out of her, holding on to the condom which is full of my semen, and fall flat on my back and stare up at the ceiling feeling sated and a little dumbfounded. I didn’t know sex would feel this good. I want it again, but I know I need to take a breather. I take off the condom and head to the bathroom to deal with it. When I return to bed, I gather Lili in my arms. She yawns.
“Sleep, sweet Lili.” I kiss her forehead.
She closes her eyes and then I feel her breaths even out. It takes me some time to fall asleep because I’m replaying the night in my mind. The picture of Lili walking into the wedding in that perfect dress. Her warm smile. Her broken heart. She is doubting herself. She so much as said so. I just hope tonight I showed her not every man is an asshole like her ex. With that I fall asleep, and it feels like I’m floating on a cloud.
TWELVE
Liliana
Alessa texted at 8:00 a.m. that she and Nigel have news and we needed to meet them for breakfast in half an hour. But my body is achy in the best way possible, and I’m not ready to leave the gorgeous man sleeping beside me.
He opens his eyes and catches me watching him. “Good morning,” he says, his voice dry and raspy but oh so sexy. He closes his eyes.
“Good morning,” I say. This is a little bit awkward, even though it shouldn’t be. Not after what we did last night. I guess this isn’t something I usually do. I don’t know what to do or what to expect. “I should get going. My sister wants to meet for breakfast.”
“I’ll join you. I’m starved,” he says, and I know he isn’t trying to be pushy, but I don’t know if it’s good to spend more time with him after last night. We are supposed to be a fling, and yet, that was the best sex of my life. He was kind, attentive, and oh so giving.
“Um. . .” I feel socially awkward. What is the proper thing to say in this scenario?