Fade to Black
the wall of windows.
Hearing him, Lily turned around and smiled at him, her beauty all but knocking
the air out of him. The sun shined off of her red hair, and the green of her
eyes matched the leaves on the trees. She was so full of life and seemed to be
soaking up everything nature had, making her more vibrant than usual.
    “Would you like to see the inside?” He
prided himself that he was able to keep his voice level.
    “Yes, I want to see everything.”
    “Come on.” He gestured for her to walk
inside. “Your castle awaits you.”
    “Why, thank you, kind sir.”
    When she was next to him, he grabbed her and
dipped her, bringing his lips as close as possible without touching. “Anything for you, my lady.”
    “Anything?” she asked breathlessly.
    “Anything.” Without closing his eyes, he closed the distance, capturing her lips. His
fingers gently dug into her shoulder and waist, bringing her closer to him. The
feel of her warmth against him was more than he could take. He’d wanted to
wait, but once he had a taste of her, there was no going back.
    Standing up, he never let go of her and
never broke eye contact, he moved her backwards until she was up against the
breakfast bar. Hoisting her up so she was sitting on it, he let his hands roam
free. When she moaned and her eyes fluttered shut while she moved closer to him,
wrapping her legs around his waist, he knew she wanted more, and he was right
there with her.
    With her hands under his shirt, he couldn’t
help but think he might be in Heaven. He almost whimpered like a schoolboy when
her hands left his skin, but when he felt them working the buttons on his shirt,
he realized he shouldn’t have worried. Her fingers fumbled as she whimpered. He
couldn’t help it; he smiled knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Grabbing his shirt he ripped it open and buttons flew everywhere. He was
rewarded with her hands gripping his chest.
    He shrugged out of his shirt and brought
his hands under hers, lifting it up and over her head, momentarily breaking
their kiss. They stared at each other, their chests heaving, trying to catch
their breath. The intensity of desire was something he’d never felt before.
    “I want you so much.” Her husky whisper
reached his ears. “I need you now.”
    She leapt off the counter and into his
arms, tackling him backwards onto the couch. His breath whooshed out of his
lungs as she landed on top of him. She took the opportunity to remove his belt
and pants quicker than he thought was possible. When
she grasped his cock in her delicate artist’s hands, working him, he knew he
wasn’t going to be able to wait long before he was going to have to be deep
inside of her.
    Running her teeth against the tip of his
cock, he knew he had to take control or else he was going to lose it. Reaching
down, he grabbed her by the upper arms and hoisted her up along his body until
his mouth could capture hers again. He rolled her over on the couch and took
his time undressing her and devouring her body from head to toe, tasting
everything. She’d whimper, moan, squirm, and beg for him to take her over the
edge, but he was single-minded in his approach to making sure she was
worshiped. When she finally came, his cock throbbed, wanting its own release.
Once she sighed and relaxed, he slid up her body and gently entered her. He
felt her walls quiver around him as she adjusted to having him inside of her.
Slowly moving back and forth, he brought her around until she started matching
him thrust for thrust, getting tighter and tighter before they both finally
went over the edge.

 
    ~^~

 
    Lily sat back on the lounge chair wrapped
in a blanket, watching the sun setting over the fire Devlin had built in the
pit outside. It wasn’t too cold out, but since they’d taken a shower together
and all of the hot water had run out, she ended up chilled to the bone. She
smiled to herself; it had been so worth it.
    Devlin had spent the rest of the

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