“These are cute pjs,” I mutter against her neck, flicking my tongue against her pulse. “But they’ve got to go.”
Lily’s hands move down my neck and chest, and she begins pulling up my shirt from where it’s tucked in. “You’re wearing too many clothes, stud.”
I can’t help but chuckle at the new nickname she’s christened me with. Quickly, I step back and reach back and pull the long-sleeved shirt I’m wearing over my head. A thrill of pleasure runs through me as Lily’s eyes widen as I bare myself to her. She reaches out impatiently and helps me pull it the rest of the way off, and then, balling it up, tosses it on top of my jacket.
Leaning down, Lily presses gentle kisses across my collar bone as she strokes my chest with her delicate hands. I reach out and grab the counter on either side of her, gripping it tightly as she teases my nipples, rubbing her palms across them before flicking the hardened nubs with her thumbs. My jaw tightens as I lean into her caresses, loving the care my woman is taking in bringing me pleasure.
Her hands move down my chest, and a shiver runs through me as her fingers tickle my waist while she unbuttons my fly. My cock twitches, aching to be touched, tasted, and joined with her again. It may have only been a few days, but it seems like an eternity to my insistent cock.
Losing all control, I reach down and grab her wandering hands and move them behind her back, pinning them in place with one hand.
“Finn,” she complains, looking up at me and tossing her hair out of her face. “I wasn’t done undressing you.”
Gently tucking her curls behind her ears with my free hand, I kiss her nose, saying, “I need you naked and your cunt soaking wet before I let my cock out because it’s been needing to fuck you again since the last time you let me inside you.”
“You don’t have to worry about my pussy being wet.” She blushes, biting her bottom lip.
My cock swells further at her words, and I release my hold on her wrists so I can reach down and draw her “I Heart London” T-shirt up and over her head, mindlessly throwing it onto the floor as her breasts come into view. Her nipples are already erect and begging for attention.
Using my hand on the back of her neck to steady her, I flick each nub with my tongue, eliciting a throaty moan from Lily. I draw one tightly between my lips, sucking it before giving it a gentle tug with my teeth.
“Jesus.” Her body shakes, and her legs wrap around my waist, pulling our sexes together. I discover something new—my woman enjoys a prick of pain. She grinds our bodies together, panting, as I give her other nipple the same treatment.
Moving back to her neck, I nip her earlobe and ask, “How wet are you, now?”
“Soaked through.” Her voice is throaty as she chuckles and grips my shoulders tightly.
“Really?” I mutter into her ear. “I think I should check.”
“Yes.” Lily agrees, grabbing one of my hands and impatiently moving it to the waistband of her sweatpants. I let her press my fingers beneath the elastic band. I tease the stubbly skin, feeling the hair that is growing back.
“Are you going to let me shave you?” I ask, stroking her there gently with my fingertips.
“Maybe,” she says, her voice a whisper against my mouth, before stealing a kiss.
I groan as her tongue flicks against my lips, begging entry. I let her inside. We tangle together for several long moments before I can’t take it anymore. I need to be fully inside my woman.
Breaking the kiss, I growl, “Hold onto my shoulders and lift up.”
She does as instructed, and, grabbing the waistband of her sweatpants, I yank them over her ass and down her legs, helping her kick them away.
“Finn,” she complains, grabbing for the waistband of my pants and unbuttoning them. “I need to touch you.”
“Yes,” I groan as she finally unzips me. My aching cock springs free as she shoves away my boxer briefs with impatient fingers. I tug them the rest of the way down, stepping back long enough to kick off my shoes and socks and toss the pants into the corner.
My cock is weeping with need as I step back between Lily’s welcoming thighs. I glide my hands down her back and lift her up, gripping her ass tightly.
“Guide me inside,” I growl, feeling her gentle fingers encircle my girth. My cock jerks excitedly as it feels the heat of her cunt.
“Sir,” she moans as I thrust myself fully into her snug channel. She drops her head onto my shoulder and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Right where I fucking belong.” I thrust in and out of my woman as she clings to me, her nails digging into my back and her teeth into my shoulder.
She’s slick and tight, squeezing me as I possess her with wild, rough thrusts. I’m not going to last long, so I lay her back onto the counter.
“Sir,” Lily gasps as I take one hand off of her ass and move it down to pinch and stroke her clit. The tiny nub is already swollen and hard. I continue to pound into her.
“Come,” I growl as I feel my swollen balls begin to tingle.
Lily’s feet dig into my ass as her cunt strangles my cock, and I feel her cum around me. A few more wild thrusts, and I empty myself into her, continuing to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible. I drape my body over hers.
“I wanted to pamper you,” I growl, frustrated at my own lack of control. “Not fuck you like a mad man.”
Lily presses her lips to my neck and purrs, her breathing heavy. “I definitely felt pampered.”
“Good,” I grunt, disentangling our limbs. “We’ll take a quick shower and then see if we can fit in that ridiculously small bathtub.”
I throw back the no doubt germ-infested shower curtain and turn on the water, setting it nice and hot so that it will warm up quickly. I don’t want Lily to be cold. A shiver runs through me when I feel Lily’s arms wrap around me from behind, her hands gliding up my chest as she kisses the place between my shoulder blades. I can feel her warmth enveloping me as her soft breasts press against my back.
“I’ve missed you,” she mutters, running her hands against my chest.
Capturing one of her hands, I press a kiss to the palm, saying, “I’ve missed you, too, princess. The shower wasn’t the same.”
“No,” she agrees, chuckling her breath, warming my back. “It was lonely and definitely not as much fun. I even brought my new toy in with me.”
Gripping her hand I ask, “Did you think of me when you came?”
“Yes,” she murmurs against my skin.
“Good. Let’s get you cleaned up,” I tell her, turning to snag a washcloth from the pile on the shelf hanging on the wall.
“Alright, Mr. Clean.” Lily kisses my back again before stepping around me and into the shower. She adjusts the temperature before stepping fully under the spray. I follow her.
We wash each other silently. Kissing, caressing, memorizing every part of one another. It isn’t foreplay but taking care of and loving each other. I have never felt so close to a woman—to another human being—before.
I leave Lily in the bathtub, her knees folded against her chest as it fills, while I quickly take our dry clothes into the bedroom. I step into the tub, maneuver my body behind Lily’s in the small space, and sit down.
“You’re making a mess,” she laughs as hot water sloshes out of the tub and all over the floor. She reaches out and turns off the water. There is suddenly silence.