Gilded Lily(41)

“Let go, Lily…let go.” He tried to push her away. “I…can’t…stop.”

Lily pressed her hands on his thighs as he tried to pull away from her mouth.

“I’m going to…come if you…don’t…”

Lily continued to rock her mouth up and down on his pulsing cock. Adam shuddered as his hips thrust into her, filling her mouth and throat with semen.

Lily waited until the last spasm ceased before she fully swallowed the seed Adam had given her. It had been a long time since she’d tasted a man. She enjoyed the feeling of cum sliding down the back of her throat. As Adam slumped into the chair, Lily sat back on her heels. She couldn’t bring her eyes to meet his. The embarrassment was sure to show on her face. She sat quietly, fidgeting with her hands and staring at her reddened knees.

“Lily,” Adam’s warm voice filtered over her. “That was wonderful. Thank you.”

Lily raised her eyes. Adam was relaxing in the chair, stretched out like the Cheshire cat, a devilish smile smeared across his handsome face. She looked back down. His cock was as hard as ever. Timidly, she reached out and ran the pad of her fingertip down the long length. It twitched, making her laugh.

“I mean it.” He leaned forward and gave her swollen lips a soft kiss. “You’re wonderful.”

Lily ran her trembling finger over her lips. She cherished the sensation. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt like this. She looked over. Tony was standing beside the chair with his hand out. He helped her to her feet.

“She’s very special, isn’t she?” Tony asked Adam.

Adam’s gaze scanned her naked body from head to toe as if he was memorizing every detail. “Yes, my friend, she’s definitely…special.” He fastened his jeans and rose to give her a kiss on the cheek. “It’s getting late, and I’m sure you’re tired. I hope you’ll let me see you tomorrow.”

Lily looked at Tony as he gave her hand a loving squeeze. “I… I’ll be around,” she murmured.

“Good.” Adam took her other hand. His lips were firm yet gentle as he pressed a kiss to her palm. “Sleep well, Lily.”

She took her hand from him and pressed it to her chest. The wild thud of her heart was almost painful.

He hesitated at the bottom of the stairs. Lily felt more exposed than ever. He’d wanted to see her naked body, even seemed to accept it. Was he having second thoughts?

She watched the masculine column of his neck ripple as he swallowed. “You’re—” he started, then turned to leave.

She had stepped toward the edge of the porch when Tony gently pulled her against his chest. “Not yet, poppet. Let your heart breathe for a second,” he whispered in her ear.

Adam turned around and was up the stairs in two strides. “You’re fucking amazing.” He pecked a kiss on her cheek and raced back down the steps.

Lily leaned into Tony’s arms and hid her face against his shirt. She knew letting him go was what they both needed. Processing the intimacy was the best for her emotional well-being. Tony had taught her which pitfalls to avoid. The process was long, but she had learned how to protect her heart. This crucial moment was a true test. Every sense in her body made her want to sprint across the lawn and take Adam into her arms. Was she ready to open herself again? Tony was right. Taking cautious steps was best.

Now, she had to convince her body.





Chapter Seven

Where in the hell is she? Adam dropped the last of the paintbrushes into the cardboard box and carried it to the back closet to store with some of the other boxes. Earlier he’d been up to the house, and Lily had been nowhere to be found. Maybe he’d scared her off. He’d been so damn hard last night. His cock hummed with the image of Lily’s hot little mouth stretching to take all of him in. He was sure she couldn’t breathe, but she’d kept going. What kind of woman would do that? The kind I need. He folded the top flaps of the box closed and carried it to the back hall.

The sound of the screen door banging echoed down the hall. “Adam?”

Lily. Adam left the box teetering on the other boxes and hurried back into the living room. He stopped dead at the sight of his wet dream standing by the door. The red skirt she wore hung loose around her thighs and hugged her waist. His whole body twitched to run over and scoop her up in his arms.

“Hi,” he said and forced himself to stand by the couch, watching as she shifted the small basket she was carrying from one hand to the other. Little Red Riding Hood. That makes me the wolf. Sexy. Fucking. Awesome. When she didn’t walk farther into the room, he knew the first move was going to have to be his.