Addicted After All(18)

Ten years later, I fit inside of her like we’ve never been apart. And maybe it’s still not the “right” that every other couple has—but this isn’t a wrong kind of love. It’s just the kind that belongs to us.

I push hard, and I come, my nerves firing and my skin blazing. I keep her full while my chest falls and rises for air. She stretches her arms across my shoulders and squeezes her thighs tighter around my waist. I’m almost rock hard again. I stifle a groan and study her expression. The only exhaustion lies in her eyelids that sag. Just slightly.

“Again,” she whispers, trying to thrust up against me with what energy she has left.

Pregnant Lily is the horniest Lily I’ve ever encountered. She was hard to please before. But I always managed to. Now it’s literally impossible.

I roll onto my side while she’s still tucked against me. I don’t pull out. I comb her damp hair away from her face, and she eyes my lips like they’re calling out to her. And then she kisses me hungrily, rocking her hips while we lie on our sides together. The sheets are bunched at the foot of the bed, the comforter hanging off. The dim lights illuminate her features perfectly for me, and every inch of her skin is just flooded with arousal that I can’t squash.

“Lil,” I breathe, breaking the kiss to whisper in her ear. “Shhh.”

“Just one more…” she says, one of her hands dips down like she’s going to touch herself to get off if I don’t help.

I seize her wrist again and pull her arm to my shoulder, forcing her clutch there. “Look at me, love.”

She tilts her head, but her eyes pin to my lips.

“Higher,” I say. I recognize that my body for Lily is the equivalent of me being tucked in bed with a bottle of bourbon.

Her green irises finally flit up to my amber ones, her lips parted in need. She subconsciously rocks forward, especially as she trails my jawline.

I place a firm hand on her hip, and I have to shut my eyes not to harden all the way. When I open them, she’s staring at me, not my lips or body. Good job, Lil. I lean closer so that my arm is behind her head, nestling her to me.

“Once more,” she says with wide eyes. “I promise it’ll be the last time. Cross my heart.”

I hate rejecting her, especially when her hormones are f*cking with her body. “My cock belongs to you, but you can’t f*ck it all night, Lil.” I might as well be her personal sex toy, which honestly, I would have no problem with if she wasn’t addicted to sex.

She flushes, and her breath shallows. I watch her gaze descend to my shaft, the rest of me disappeared between her legs, one thigh draped over my waist.

She starts, “I can blow—”

“No, listen to me, Lil,” I say forcefully. “We’re going to sleep, and later…” I check the clock. 3 a.m. “…in the morning, we’ll have sex again. But you have to wait.” I’m not even going to fantasize that she can last twenty-four hours without another climax.

“Okay,” she breathes, and I go to pull out. But she grips my biceps, her fingers digging deep. “Waitwaitwait.”

I hesitate and then ease back into her.

Her big green eyes look up at me. “I just…want you inside of me.”

My skin heats at her words. I’d love to stay inside of her, but… “You can’t move.”

“I won’t!” she says, her chest lifting in eagerness. “I’ll be really still, I promise.”

Any giddy promises that she makes during sex are adorable—but completely unreliable. I skim the length of her body for a second, her skin beaded with sweat, her lankiness and bony hips actually healthy, feminine and delicate.

“Let me try,” she pleads.

And this does it for me. I won’t steal an accomplishment from her, even if I think it’ll end in defeat. “You can try, love.” I kiss right outside of her lips, as a small test. She restrains herself from kissing me more, but I feel her pulse around my dick, a sensation that almost causes me to grow inside of her.

I let out a deep breath, and train my body to cooperate with me. For her. I can’t be hard, or else she’ll start thrusting and I won’t be able to control my wants either.

“Close your eyes,” I remind her. “Sleep.”

With her cheek on the pillow, she finally shuts her eyes. “I still see you in my sleep,” she says, her lips rising in a smile.

I’m smiling too. “Try to imagine an ugly version of me.”