I Thee Wed (Wedding Dreams) (11 page)

Lily drops her things and brings
her arms around my neck. I groan and lean into her more, pressing my hips
against hers. She runs her fingers through my hair, scraping my scalp slightly.
That’s almost my undoing. Reaching behind her, I squeeze her ass, lifting her
up so I can rub my dick against her heat. Her legs wrap around my waist as we
kiss. This woman is going to kill me, and I have no problem letting her.

I continue exploring Lily’s mouth
with my tongue and I move my hands to her breasts. She has great breasts. I’ve
to get closer to her, so I start removing her shirt from her shoulders only to
find another under it. Groaning in frustration, I grab the bottom of the second
one and start to lift it over her head. At the same time Lily reaches down to
pull my shirt off and our arms get tangled. I break the kiss as Lily stands. I
drop my pants as quickly as Lily takes off her skirt. She’s standing completely
naked, leaning up against the back door, looking like she’s going to jump me.

Holding her hips I pull her to
me, crushing her mouth with mine. I can’t wait any longer to be inside her. I
turn us around and lift her up onto the counter. Kissing down her neck to her
breasts, I suck and nip at the nipple until it’s a hard bud. I can’t help but
bite down just and Lily squeals and puts her hands on my face, holding me in place.
I bite her again then use my tongue to soothe the sting. Her hips jolt forward
and I know I’ve found something to use again.

I kiss her other breast and give
it the same attention but I’m growing impatient. I need more. Kissing down her
chest to her stomach, I want to taste her. I push her back to get better access
to my destination, her center, which is warm and wet. I take a moment to inhale
her scent and my dick gets impossibly harder.
How the hell does she do that?
She has a marvelous pussy: smooth, pink, and ready for me.

Running my tongue from the bottom
to the top causes Lily to jump and scream. I need to hear that again so I
repeat my action. She groans and spreads her legs farther apart. Inserting a
finger into her heat, I suck on her clit as she starts grinding against my
face. I put another finger into play and I can tell she’s getting close.
Pumping my fingers in and out in a lazy rhythm, matching her grinding, I
continue to lick and suck on her lips and clitoris until she comes with a scream.
I try to draw out her orgasm as long as possible.

There’s no holding back as I
stand and plunge my dick into her, trying to maintain some self-control but
losing my focus. I pull her hips to me, shifting her legs over my shoulders so
I can get deeper.

“Oh, God, Lily.
You’re so
fucking tight like this.
I .
 . .
I . . . don’t know . . . how
long . . . I can . . . last.”

“Drew, fuck me harder. I need
more!”

That’s it. I lose all control and
pump in and out as fast and hard as I can. I feel her walls tighten and I can’t
hold back anymore. I come, screaming her name, holding her hips, and slamming
into her. Lily arches her back and screams as well.

After catching my breath, I
realize I made a big mistake.
Fuck!

“Um, Lily, I’m sorry, but I
forgot to use a condom.” I can’t look her in the eye. I’ve never lost control
like that.

“Oh.” Lily sits up on the
counter. I’m starting to panic.

“I guess it’s a good thing I’ve
been on the pill since I was twenty-one then, huh?” She looks at me and smiles.

“You just gave me a heart attack.
Fuck, Lily. I was about to lose it.” I can’t help but laugh. I really thought I
had fucked things up.

“Drew, you’re so cute.” Lily
gives me a kiss on the cheek. I still can’t believe how great she is.

“How about we go upstairs and
take a shower? I’d love to help you get cleaned up.”

“I’m sure you would,” she says
with a grin. “How about you go get started and I’ll be up in a second. I want
to clean off the counter before your chef gets here.”

“Lily, you don’t have to do that.
I can clean it up when we’re done.”

“I’d feel better if I do it now.
You go get the shower warmed up and
be
ready for me
when I get there.”

She turns away and heads to the
sink to find cleaning supplies. I can’t take my eyes off her perfect, naked ass
as she bends over to get something from the cabinet. She stands to find me
staring.

“Drew, go start
the shower.
You can stare at my ass later.” She’s laughing and shaking her head. As I walk
by her I can’t help but smack that ass. She jumps and
lets
out a tiny scream that has me laughing all the way upstairs.

*
* *

Lily

I stand in the kitchen watching
Drew walk out of the
room .
 . . naked.
How
the fuck did I get this lucky?
I’ve found an incredible guy who doesn’t really
want a big commitment and likes to have sex anywhere and everywhere. I can
honestly say I’ve never had sex in a kitchen, let alone on a kitchen counter.
Wait, I mean, AMAZING sex on a kitchen counter. I’m not sure what this is
between us, but I’m going to enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts.

I find some Formula 409 and
started cleaning the counter. It just seems to be the right thing to do.
Kneeling down, I wipe the floor up, too.
I just had sex on the kitchen
counter.
I’m having trouble wrapping my head around that one.

Once I finish cleaning, I pick up
our clothes, and my new shoes, and head upstairs. Stopping in my room, I put my
clothes and new shoes there. The shower is running in Drew’s room so I go
there.

When I enter the bathroom,
there’s a cloud of steam everywhere. Drew’s in the shower, and I walk over as
quietly as possible. He’s standing under the spray with the water beating down
on his shoulders, his head down. Even through the blurry glass of the shower
door I can tell this man is built. I can feel myself getting worked up again.
Again?
Really, Lily?
I’m turning into a whore around this man.

I shake my head and open the door
to step inside. I’ll let him decide how this’ll play out.

“I thought you’d never get here.
What’ve you been doing, Lily?”

“I just cleaned up the kitchen.
I’d have died if your chef found that mess. I wanted to make sure everything
was good to go.”

“That’s very considerate of you.
I have to say I’d be proud if my chef found that mess, but that’s just me.” He
laughs and pulls me into a kiss.

I melt into his body with the
intensity of the kiss.
Yeah, I’m a whore.
I can feel myself getting wet
again.

I try to move away, but he grips
me tighter, his hands on my ass, squeezing hard enough to hurt slightly. I kind
of like it. Putting my hands in his hair and pulling lightly in
response,
makes him groan. He’s getting hard again and I
rethink the
whore
thing. He’s just as much a slut as
I am.

I’m trying hard to stick to my
resolve of letting Drew decide, but the more he kisses me, the more I want him
inside me. Drew moves his mouth to my neck, nipping and kissing his way down to
my chest. His hands land there first, taking one nipple in his hand and the
other in his mouth. My head falls back and Drew continues his assault on my
breasts. How in the hell am I going to stay standing when my knees are growing
weaker with each kiss.

Drew stops the sucking and looks
up.

“Is everything all right, Lily?
You seem to be having trouble standing.” He’s laughing with that statement.

“I’m good, Drew. Just go back to
what you were doing and I’ll be fine.” No way in hell I’m going to let him stop
now.

“Fuck, Lily. You are going to be
the death of me. I’m going to die of pleasure.” With that, he goes back to
sucking and biting my nipples.

Chapter
11

Drew

It’s almost dark when I wake and
I’m confused as to what time it is. Opening my eyes, I see Lily sleeping next
to me. She’s curled up facing me, but the blanket’s moved down so her breasts
are exposed. I just stare for a while, taking in the beauty that she is. I’m
starting
to
really like having her here. Not just in
my bed, but in my house, my life. After our visit with my mom this morning, I’m
really glad she hasn’t left. Mom can be difficult at times, but it was hard for
me to tell if she was doing that, or if she was having a bad day with her
memory. I frown at the thought she may have been rude to Lily on purpose.

I shake those thoughts away,
focusing instead on Lily’s angelic face. She looks so relaxed and peaceful. I
just want to touch her, but I know she needs her rest. We’ve been so physical
with each other; she has to be worn out. I look at my clock and see it’s almost
six. I slide out of bed as quietly as I can so as not to wake her. I dress and
head down to see what the chef’s dropped off for dinner. I can’t help but
glance back at Lily. She really does look like an angel with her hair framing
her face. I can see us growing old together.
Where the fuck did that come
from?
I can’t argue that it does sound really good to me, though.

I walk into the kitchen and it’s
spotless. There’s no evidence of what Lily and I did in here this afternoon.
That memory makes me smile as I look over at the counter. No matter what I told
her earlier, I’m glad she had the fortitude to clean it up because I’m sure the
chef would have been appalled to find we had “soiled” his kitchen. Glancing
around, I don’t see anything that indicates he’s been here. Opening the
refrigerator I find a few food containers. Sighing in relief, I take them out
of the fridge. There’s a note taped to the top of one of the containers.

Drew: I noticed another car in the garage I didn’t
recognize.
I assume you
have company, so I made enough for two. Just put the food in oven-safe
containers and warm them through when you’re ready to eat.
Should
take about 10 minutes on 300
^o
.
Call me tomorrow and let me
know if you’ll need me to make you something. ~~Chef Joseph
 

Well, that takes care of tonight.
I’ll talk with Lily and see what she wants to do tomorrow. I know she’ll want
to go back to her place and check on her cat at some point. Maybe we can get
some of the wedding planning done, too. I know I’ll feel better once we have a
date set.

I’m busy putting the food in
containers to heat when I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I
know Lily’s just walked in the room. Turning around to see if I’m right, I’m
met with a sight I never thought I’d see. There she stands in my dress shirt,
which hangs to her knees. Her hair is still tousled from sleep and her eyes are
sparkling. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. I put the food
down on the counter and make my way over to her quickly. I can’t wait another
second to touch her.

“Good evening, sleepyhead. How
did you sleep?” I can’t help but reach out and stroke her cheek. She tilts her
head up and smiles.

“I slept quite well, thank you.
What’re you making? I’m starving. Somebody gave me quite a workout this
afternoon.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t you like
your workout? If that’s the case, then I promise never to ask you to do that
again.” I’m smiling even though I’m trying to look serious.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,
and you better not stop!” She’s laughing now.

“Well, if you’re sure.” She nods.

“It looks to me like we have
chicken
picatta
, grilled asparagus, and a salad. How
does that sound?”

“It sounds and smells delicious.
Do you need any help?”

“Sure, why don’t you get us a
bottle of wine from the wine fridge and I’ll finish putting this stuff together
so it can warm up.” I give her a quick kiss on the lips and walk back to the
stove.

“I think I can do that. Where’s
the wine fridge again?”

“It’s in the pantry, through that
door.” She’s gone for several minutes; surely it can’t take long to pick out
wine.

“Lily, is everything okay?” I ask
as I open the door. She’s just standing in the middle of the pantry looking up
and down at the shelves.

“Drew, is this place for real?
All of this stuff and you’re the only one who lives here?” The shelves hold
many items for baking, several different types of flour, sugar, and spices.
There are boxes of rice and pasta, jars of sauce and cans of vegetables. The
top shelves have several small appliances, mixers, and baking dishes on them
since they really don’t fit in the cabinets in the kitchen. Under the counter
top there are two wine refrigerators, one for white wines and one for reds.

“Lily, it’s just a kitchen
pantry. I enjoy entertaining so my chef likes to have a well-stocked pantry.
Plus, as you know, I love to cook too so it’s really a necessity. Did you pick
out a wine?”

She looks at me like I’ve grown
an extra head. “No, I was so overwhelmed with the size of this place I forgot
about the wine. Since you’re here, why don’t you pick something?”