Free Lily's List by N. J. Walters

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before this evening, she would have said wearing a mask would have
made her more nervous. But Lily knew she wouldn’t have been able to
allow Carson to touch her in such intimate ways if she could see
him. Not being able to see his reactions made her not as
anxious.
    She was floating in a bubble of pleasure and
arousal, and enjoying every second of it.
    Lily jolted when she felt the soft brush of
rose petals against her most sensitive flesh. “Carson,” she
groaned, not quite knowing what she wanted. This was exquisite
torment. He dragged the flower over the tight bud of nerves at the
apex of her thighs and she gasped. Cream flowed from her core. Her
thighs quivered with anticipation.
    “Do you like that?” His breath was hot and
moist against her core.
    “God, yes.” Reaching out blindly, she found
him. She sighed with relief as her fingers sank into his hair.
There was no way she wanted him to leave her.
    Carson laughed as he shifted closer. Lily’s
entire body tightened in anticipation. She lay there suspended.
Waiting. Wanting.
    She cried out when his tongue traced the
slick folds of her sex. Up one side and then down the other. He
purposely avoided her swollen clitoris, and that only heightened
the sensations coursing through her body. She felt totally alive
and on fire with need.
    “More,” she demanded, and he gave it.
    His clever tongue traced the edges of her
opening and then she felt the press of something against her. She
gasped when he slowly inserted one long, thick finger inside her.
Her inner muscles sucked at it greedily, pulling it deeper.
    “No,” she cried when he dragged his finger
back to the edge of her opening. He couldn’t leave her like this.
She was so close. She arched her hips upward, blindly searching for
his touch. Her heart pounded in her ears. Her entire being focused
on one thing now—orgasm.
    Carson thrust deep into her slick channel,
this time with two fingers, stretching her sensitive flesh. Her
inner muscles rippled as she accommodated him eagerly, easily.
    “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until
you come.” Carson’s voice was rough with desire.
    “Yes,” she moaned. That’s what she wanted.
“Fuck me.” She’d never said those two words aloud in her entire
life, but somehow here with Carson, locked in her dark prison of
passion, it was easy.
    He was looking at her, watching her react to
his every touch. She was naked and spread before him, yet she was
the one in charge of their encounter. It was exciting and arousing
and the most erotic experience of her entire life.
    He pulled his fingers out until only the tips
were inside, then he thrust them deep. She felt his breath and then
his mouth was on her, his tongue lapping at her clitoris. The heavy
glide of his fingers and the touch of his mouth was all it
took.
    Lily’s world splintered.
    Her body shook. A low, keening sound broke
from her lips. Spasms rocked her as her entire body convulsed. She
felt Carson’s fingers deep within her body and his tongue on her
clit, driving her higher and harder than she’d ever gone
before.
    It was frightening. It was exhilarating. It
was impossible to stop.
    Lily rode out the orgasm, soaking in every
sound, every sensation until she could bear no more. Groaning, she
closed her thighs around Carson’s head. It was only then that she
realized she was still tugging on his hair. Carefully, she unwound
her fingers and let her hands fall onto the bed. She couldn’t stop
the moan breaking from her lips when he sat up and slid his fingers
free.
    The bed shifted and then she was being
lifted, but she was too exhausted to care. She trusted Carson to
keep her safe. She heard the rustle of covers being pulled back and
felt the press of cool, crisp sheets against her back and the
warmth of her comforter being drawn over her. Her ears caught a
groan, a smothered curse and the sound of a zipper being
closed.
    Then two strong hands cupped her head and
Carson’s mouth was warm