Lily hesitated, then bent down to pick up the soap. Not because she needed to finish washing. Because he’d told her to.
Chapter Nine
Lily tossed under the sheet, throwing the covers over her head. Why couldn’t she just sleep? The red numbers on the alarm screamed 2:18. She got up and trudged into the bathroom. Maybe a warm bath would help. She sat her bare bottom on the cold marble lip of the tub. No. She didn’t want to take a bath. Maybe a piece of pie. No. Not hungry. She turned off the bathroom light and got back into bed. She could call Tony. No. He had office hours this morning, and he’d want to come and help her sleep.
She looked at the white satin robe lying on the chair. She got out of bed again and cinched the long sash around her waist. She padded into the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice. After a couple of sips she left the glass on the counter and walked out onto the veranda. Taking in a deep breath, she descended the steps and made her way across the dimly lit lawn.
Her mind settled as she stood outside the door of the stable house. The windows were dark. She tried the knob. The door was unlocked. Stepping inside, she could see the shadows cast by the moonlight. There was a half-empty bottle of rum on the coffee table. No glass. She looked up to the balcony. No lights on there either.
She needed to smell him, and then she could sleep. A T-shirt had been thrown on the back of the couch. Lily picked it up and pressed the warm fabric to her face. Her knees melted as she inhaled. The musky tincture of cologne and sweat filled her senses. Her sex began to throb as the familiar wetness lingered. It wasn’t enough. She had to see him. Then she could sleep.
As she walked across the hardwood floor, her robe swayed. She started to ascend the stairs when she paused and waited. No sound. She started again, slowly. When she reached the loft, she found Adam sprawled out on the queen-size bed, his husky, magnificent form displayed as an offering to the gods. Lily crawled on her hands and knees toward the foot of the mattress.
There, she’d seen him. Now she could sleep. No. She had to see all of him. Gingerly, she pulled on the sheet, revealing Adam’s sleeping form. His head rested to the side, slumbering on the pillow with one arm above his head and the other resting peacefully on his chest.
She watched as his tight abdomen rose and fell with each breath. He had one powerful leg bent out to the side. Lily’s breath caught when she saw his cock, flaccid, resting on the lower side of his stomach. She’d never seen it so serene before. Seeing it in this state made her appreciate how much restraint it must take to keep control when it was aroused and angry.
Lily’s own body started to stir, not only her pussy but something else. She rubbed her chest. It ached for him. She untied the satin sash and let the robe glide to the floor. With one foot softly planted on the end of the bed, she ran her finger down the length of the tender, wet lips that made the sacred space where she wanted Adam to fit.
A nervous tremor took her as she slipped two fingers inside. How is he ever going to fit? It had been so long, and Tony wouldn’t let her have any toys that might have stretched her out. Her fingers continued to work the tight space as she attempted to make room for him. Soon she was dripping her intimate juices all over her hand. She had to have him. Now.
Lily crawled onto the bed. Her weight on the mattress stirred Adam. He rubbed his eyes, trying to focus in the moonlight. “Lily?”
“Shh. Just lie back.” She was over him, straddling his waist.
“What are you—”
“Adam.” She leaned to press her mouth to his ear. “Give me this, my love.” She stroked his cock until it was stiff and ready.
“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he sleepily whispered. “We need a condom.”
“It’s okay. Tony has me on this ring thing. Don’t worry. I’m ready, see?” She took his hand and pressed it to the wet little curls that lined her oasis. “I’m ready for you, Adam.”
She withdrew his hand and pressed it to the heavy flesh of her breast. He leaned up and took her gently into his mouth, tending to each nipple with the utmost care, savoring the taste of her. Lily ran her hands along the tops of his shoulders, feeling every twitch of his firm muscles. “Lie back. Let me do it.”
Reluctantly, he did as she’d asked.
She raised her hips and took the steely shaft into her hand to guide the tip to her opening. He moaned as the head tucked neatly between the thin lips of her sex. Slowly, she eased farther down onto the thick shaft.
“Relax, Lily,” he coached, taking her hips into his sturdy embrace. A quick tremble vibrated through her body.
She eased farther, spreading her thighs to make room for him. Soon she had half of the rigid shaft inside her body. The sensation of being filled made her sigh. Perfection.