Loving Lily (10 page)

He nodded once,
grimly, still not looking at her.
 
"A lot of the time I can't sleep.
 
My family doesn't understand me.
" He
rubbed his free hand over his face.
 
"I don't like talking about any of this
because it sounds like I'm ungrateful for what I have.
 
I'm not.
 
I hate complaining.
 
I hate whiners. "

"You're
not," Lily said, amazed he'd think that about himself.
 
"You're taciturn to the extreme.
 
You never complain. "

He barked a
laugh, harsh and sharp.
 
"There's no
point in it
. "

Lily shook her
head.
 
"I think you're mistaking
sharing for over-sharing
. "

He shrugged.

She ran a thumb
over the back of his hand, soothing him this time.
 
"The only easy day was yesterday
. "

He turned to
her abruptly.
 
"Where did you hear
that?"

"I don't
remember.
 
The radio
maybe?
It's a Navy thing, right?" He looked better, somehow.

"It's a
SEAL thing," he said.

"Well,
then
. "
She smiled.

"I can't
believe it's only been a little over a week," he murmured, hand going to
her face.

He cupped her
cheek and she kissed his palm.
 
"What has?" she asked.

"Since the
moment I first set eyes on you, I knew," he said.

She frowned,
confused, but then all at once he moved in, kissing her as though he were
starving.
 
She gasped, shocked, and he
dipped his tongue into her mouth.
 
He
tasted like vanilla, and coffee, and uniquely himself.

"Lily,"
he said, kissing along her jaw to her ear.
 
"I want to make love to you so badly
. "

Lily trembled,
still confused.
 
"I don't understand
. "
He hadn't touched her since that first kiss they'd
shared last week, and now he was holding her as if she were precious.

He smiled into
her skin.
 
"What's to
understand?" He kissed her again, long and deep, drugging her with
pleasure.
 
"You're the strongest
woman I've ever met
. "

She pulled
back, disbelieving.
 
"You're joking.
 
I'm pudgy and old and—" she broke
off when he kissed her mid-word.

"You're
curvy and beautiful and incredibly courageous
. "
He kissed her again, hands going to her hair.
 
"You're perfect.
 
Trust me?"

She bit her
lip, holding onto his shoulders.
 
She
felt dizzy, like the world had suddenly tilted the wrong direction.
 
"You're serious?"

"Lily
. "
He leaned back, hands still in her hair.
 
His eyes were dark with arousal as he looked
at her.
 
The look on his face sent heat
running down her spine.
 
"I want to
kiss you and touch you and sink inside of you until neither of us can tell
which way is up anymore
. "

She caught her
breath at that last statement.
 
It had
been so long since a man had wanted her, how could she pass this up?

"Yes
. "
She didn't say anything else, just that one simple
word.
 
Matt's expression went from
patience to intense arousal in a flash.

"Kiss
me," he said, leaning in.
 
"Kiss me until we both forget the past
. "

She did as he
asked, holding onto his shirt with her fists.
 
"Don't stop," she said when he let
go of her hair.

"I'm
not," he assured her, reaching down to slide his fingers under the straps
of her tank top.
 
"I promise
. "
He kissed down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone.

Lily threw her
head back, suddenly so aroused she couldn't think straight.
 
"Matt, God—" She threaded her
fingers into his hair as he mouthed down until his lips were poised right over
a nipple.
 
"Yes," she said,
urging his head closer.

His lips closed
over the erect nub right through her clothes.
 
He breathed out, heating the soft cloth of her
shirt and she sucked in a gasp.
 
He
chuckled,
then
slid his hands up underneath her top.
 
"Take this off
. "

"You
too," she said, letting him pull her tank top over her head.
 
Her breasts bounced out and his face went
taut, hands immediately going to her bosom.

Thank God
I'm wearing my new bra,
she thought, hating the
idea of what he would think of her wearing a ratty old cotton bra that no
longer fit quite right.

His thumbs
flicked over her nipples, sending sparks of heat through her.
 
She moaned, holding his wrists.
 
The lace that held her breasts in place did
nothing to disguise the perkiness of her nipples.

"Yeah,
fuck.
 
That's just gorgeous," he
muttered, flicking his fingers again and again until she writhed.

"Matt, you
too
. "
She tugged at his shirt ineffectually.

He shrugged her
hands away and took it off in one swift movement.
 
She stared at his chest as he went back to
tormenting her.
 
He has muscles on top
of muscles
, she thought vaguely, trying to catch her breath.
 
She traced her hands over him, delighting in
the crisp hair on his pecs.
 
When a
finger caught on his nipple, he groaned, head dropping down to kiss her again.

"God,
Matt, what are you doing to me?" she asked when he let her up for air.

"That's my
question," he muttered, trying to get her bra unhooked.
 
He wasn't having much luck.
 
He yanked at it and she laughed under her
breath.

"Here.
 
Let me," she said, reaching behind her
back.
 
She undid the clasp easily, and
then held the lace up to her bare breasts uneasily.
 
She knew he knew she wasn't skinny, but
somehow, letting go of the little scrap of fabric was more honesty than she
could bear.

"Mmmm, Lily.
 
You're so pretty," he said, seemingly not
noticing her hesitation.
 
He dropped his
head into her cleavage, kissing his way over her fingers until his mouth nudged
them aside.
 
He licked her nipple,
then
took it into his mouth, sucking hard.

Lily cried out,
forgetting about her embarrassment, forgetting about everything except what he
was doing to her.
 
"Oh my God, don't
stop
. "
She let go of the bra and fisted his
hair, holding on tightly.
 
He chuckled
against her skin and moved to her other breast, plucking the nipple he
abandoned with his fingers.

"You taste
like strawberries," he said, licking broad strokes along her skin.

She shivered,
hot and cold at the same time.
 
Her pussy
ached and she moved restlessly under him.
 
"More," she pleaded.

"I'll give
you what you need," he said, kissing down her stomach.

Lily tried to
suck her fat in, but he just laughed.
 
"What are you doing?" he
asked,
fingers busy unbuttoning her jeans.

"Nothing,"
she said, sure her face was flushed.

"Stop
it," he said, rubbing his stubble along her belly.

The gentle
scratch of it felt good and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
 
If he weren’t so obviously lodged right in
between her legs, she would think she was dreaming.
 
He bit her along her waist, gently,
then
dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, making her
giggle.

"Come on,
Matt.
 
Kiss me again," she told him,
trying to pull him back up to her mouth.

"Oh, don't
worry.
 
I'm going to kiss you," he
said, wrestling her jeans open.
 
He
pulled them down, grabbing her panties and stripping them off before she
understood what was happening.

"Fuck me,
you're beautiful," he breathed, sitting back on his knees.
 
He carded his fingers over her mound,
then
dipped into her pussy.

Lily arched her
back, not expecting him to find her sweet spot so quickly.
 
"Matt!"

His knuckled
bumped her clit and she shuddered.
 
He
did it again, and again, spreading her moisture all around her labia, then
teasing at her clitoris very lightly.
 
She bit her lip, moaning as the pleasure
ripped through her.
 
She was so damn
close, how was that possible? It usually took a lot longer to get to this point.
 
Sex had never been this easy before.

"You're so
wet," he murmured, shimmying down the bed.
 
Lily didn't have the strength to stop him.

Be honest,
you don't want to stop him
, she thought.
 
Her husband had never done this for her.
 
After a few unsuccessful attempts, Jack had
given up on the oral sex thing.
 
Be
honest, he gave up on giving it.
 
He
never had any problems with getting it.

Oblivious to
the thoughts racing through Lily's head, Matt smiled, then deliberately ducked
his head and licked her folds.
 
"And
sweet, too," he said, kissing her deeply.

Lily shuddered,
thoughts of her husband scattering as Matt skillfully teased her clit with his
mouth.
 
He licked and sucked and nipped…
and then stopped, just when she was about to orgasm.

"Oh fuck,
don't stop," she breathed, hitching her hips up to him.

"I'm not
stopping.
 
Don't worry," he said,
shoving his jeans down.
 
When he knelt on
the bed, condom packet in his hand, Lily stared.

He was insanely
ripped, but also graceful.
 
She could tell
he'd earned those muscles through hard work, not because he spent his whole
life in the gym.
 
He needed them to do
his job.
 
He might have left the military
years ago, but he certainly hadn’t let himself go.
 
He also had the biggest cock she’d ever seen,
not that she’d seen all that many.

"This
okay?" he asked, rolling the condom down his shaft.
 
Lily licked her lips and nodded.
 
He was long and thick.
 
She wasn't sure he was going to fit.
 
He must have interpreted her expression
because he smiled.
 
"Don't worry.
 
I know what I'm doing. "

She frowned at
him.
 
"I sure hope so.
 
You could put an eye out with that thing. "

He laughed and
she smiled up at him, reaching for his hands.
 
He knelt down over her, kissing her as his
erection nudged against her core.
 
She
gasped and reached a hand down, holding him still so she could rub herself
against the crown.

"Jesus,
Lily," he groaned, looking down.

She rubbed
herself against him, loving the strength of his cock against her softness.

"That's
fucking hot," he murmured, hands on her hips.

She bit her
lip—
so close!
—but then he gently
pulled away.
 
"Not yet," he
said, kissing her chin.

She growled at
him, twining her legs around his waist.

He grinned, and
in one swift move, flipped her over.

"What are
you doing?" she gasped, looking over her shoulder.

He kissed her
spine,
then
pulled her up to her knees.
 
"Brace yourself on the headboard
. "
He moved in, helping her up.

She reached out
and grabbed the high wooden railing along the top of the bed.
 
"Like this?"

"Yeah,"
he said, kissing her neck.
 
"Just like that.
 
Look down. "

She did as he
said, watching his hands
grab
her around the top of
her thighs.
 
He angled his hips and his
cock nudged against her pussy from behind, the blunt tip poking at her clit.
 
The angle had her moaning.