Catching Lily(15)

God almighty, she tasted good. Better than he remembered on that front too. Minty, from gum perhaps. And under that was all Lily. Suddenly he needed to taste all of her again. It was as if a switch flipped, and his world shrank to include no one except Lily.

She moaned into his mouth and tipped her head to one side to get a better angle.

Dominic released her arm, reached to the side of his seat next to the door, and pushed the button that sent the seat moving backward as far as it would go. When it stopped moving, he broke the kiss and stared at her dazed expression.

Damn, she was sexy when she was all hot and bothered and out of control. He popped her seatbelt, grabbed both her biceps, and easily lifted her over the console until she straddled his lap.

She squealed. "Dominic."

He loved the sound of his name on her lips. Maybe he would even let her call him Dom.

He set his hands on her thighs and pushed her tight skirt over her hips so her legs could spread wide to fully settle over him. His gaze landed on the scrap of navy lace covering her pussy, and he nearly shot off in his pants.

They did have to attend a dinner, so he needed to use his brain cells. At least half of them. It wouldn't be acceptable for them to arrive with come darkening their clothes.

He pressed into her lower back until her pussy was shoved against his cock, and then he moaned. Or maybe it was her. Both probably.

She wiggled her ass, rubbing herself against his pants while she grabbed his shoulders to brace herself.

He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard without warning.

This gave him exactly the desired effect he was going for. She tipped her head back, elongating her neck and moaning loud enough to fill the car with an echo.

He wanted her. More than he'd ever wanted a woman in his life. More than he'd wanted her the night they met.

He also knew one thing for certain. He wasn't going to have her right now. Not in the front seat of the car. It was too risky. He would make a mess of his pants and her dress.

No. He wasn't going to fuck her before dinner, but he was going to make her scream out her own orgasm so that she remembered with absolute certainty what he could do to her. Then he could watch her blush all the way through dinner.

He set his hands on her waist and lifted her off his cock. "Brace yourself with your hands on my shoulders, Lily."

She gripped him, probably tighter than she realized.

He loved it.

"Hold yourself right here. Don't press down against my cock, understood?"

"Yes." That one word was breathy. And she swayed a bit back and forth, whimpers coming out of her mouth.

So needy. Zero to fifty in seconds.

Mine.

He shook the thought from his mind and lowered his hands to her thighs. As he dipped his thumbs under the silk strip between her swollen folds, she moaned deeper.

He kept his gaze lowered to her pussy to keep from staring at the way her head was tossed back again, her neck stretched out for him.

Slowly, he stroked her lower lips, easing his other fingers in to tug them out the sides of her thong. They were so swollen and hot. He couldn't wait to see her clit.

The overhead lights weren't on in the car, but with the engine running, he had enough light from the dash to see everything he wanted. He ran one finger across the center of her thong from the back to the front until he flicked it over her clit under the lace.

She gave a sweet whimper.

He grabbed the elastic at the side of her hip and yanked it hard, shredding the thong, just as he'd done the last time he saw her. One day maybe she'd stop wearing the things. He smiled.

She gasped. "You don't like panties."



       
         
       
        

"Nope." He dipped a finger between her folds, drew out her wetness, and circled her clit.

She squirmed. Not surprising.

He knew she was wiggly, and he suddenly longed to teach her to break that habit at his command. Not that he didn't enjoy watching a woman squirm with need, but he would prefer to watch Lily work hard to remain still.

He flicked her clit, and she yelped.

"That's it. So sexy. You need to come, don't you, Lily?"

"Yes. God, Dominic. Yes."

He trapped her swollen nub between two fingers and rubbed back and forth, drawing the little bundle away from her body over and over again until she writhed.

He grasped her hip with his free hand and removed his fingers from her clit. "Stop moving, Lily."

She shuddered. "Please … "

Oh, how he liked that sound. "If you want to come, you let me control it. If you can't stay where I put you, I'll stop." He knew he was being unbelievably controlling for someone not versed in the lifestyle, but she responded with so much lust, he couldn't stop himself.