Take Me (Page 36)

Travis groaned. “Oh God Lily, please tell me you’re going to let me…”

“Be quiet!” she said, and Travis shut up and tried to wait patiently for what was definitely going to be the highlight of his life up until now. “I’m going to spread my legs wide above you, then I’m going to let you guide the dildo into me, one inch at a time.”

Travis’s hand shook with the need to get to work on Lily’s cunt, but Lily was clearly enjoying the torture of making him wait for it. Lord knew he greatly enjoyed her enjoyment.

“I’m so wet, Travis,” she said, and as she spread her legs wider above his chest her sweet scent became more potent. And then her finger was on his lips. “Taste me, Travis,” she said.

Greedily, he sucked her finger into his mouth, and as he did so she guided his free hand toward her thighs. “Right here, Travis,” she said. His finger searched for a button at the base of the dildo, something that would bring it to vibrating life, and finally he found it.

The whirring sound joined their heavy breathing, and Travis felt the tip of his c**k grow wet. He couldn’t believe it, he was practically about to come into thin air, he was so turned on.

He pressed the length of the dildo against her slick lips and barely slid it against her clit. “I’m coming, Travis,” she said, her voice no longer a harsh command, but a plea for release. “Don’t stop!”

He couldn’t have stopped for the world. Increasing the pressure of the dildo by degrees, he continued to slide the length against her wetness. God how he wanted to be the dildo. She bucked into the plastic sex toy, and as her moans turned into a scream of pleasure, he slid it in to the hilt.

When her tremors slowed, he slid the sex toy out and threw it to the bed. Before she could regain control he simply had to taste her, so he wrapped his palm around her backside and slid her cunt up to his mouth. She settled in with a sigh of pleasure, and he greedily licked and sucked her juices, slipping his tongue into her tight vagina.

He slid two fingers into her, and Lily’s muscles held him firm as she began to ride his hand. “Travis, yes, there, again,” she cried, as her second orgasm ripped through her.

Travis sucked at her clit even as he rammed his palm against her. He wanted her pleasure as much as he wanted his own. He had no time, however, to dissect this thought because Lily was sliding off his face and retying his bindings.

“Good slave,” she said, then she bent down and took his mouth in a savage kiss that shot all the way to his soul. “You taste like come,” she murmured as she nipped at his lower lip. “My come.” She captured his mouth again and stole the rest of his breath away. When had she learned to kiss like a goddess? he wondered, then he forgot everything but the throbbing of his c**k as she wound her hand around it. Her mouth trailed a path of destruction down his chest, stopping to suck his ni**les, finally finding his shaft, hard and throbbing and about to blow at any second.

“Lily,” he said, “I can’t take any—”

“Yes, you can,” she said, sucking him into her sweet mouth, laving her tongue around his head, caressing his balls in time to the circles her tongue was making.

Just as Travis reared up into her mouth, about to blow, Lily’s mouth was gone, a condom was rolled on, and his c**k was in the hot, wet pu**y of his dreams. She bent forward and dropped first one nipple, then the other into his mouth as she rode him straight into oblivion.

He shouted her name and everything went black in his mind and he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the vagina that was squeezing every ounce of come out of his dick. He barely heard her scream her pleasure, he barely noticed that he was sucking at her ni**les like a hungry babe. He barely knew his own name as he exploded inside of Lily.

Black turned to blue, and everything went dark for a minute as Travis tried to remember how to breathe.

Lily must have untied his wrists, because she was in his arms, and he was holding her tightly to him.

Janica hadn’t been kidding when she said Lily was going to be a goddess in Italy. Lily was, no question about it, a goddess through and through.

And she was all his.

His tan looks nice on me, Lily thought as she woke up, tucked under Travis’s arm. His head was nuzzled into her neck, and she loved the way his soft, warm breath tickled the hair at the base of her head. And to think she had been planning to sleep on the couch. What a waste that would have been.

He stirred, and his hard, hot penis pressed against her thigh. “Morning,” he said, rolling her over on top of him.

Even filled to the brim with the glow of Travis’s incredible loving, Lily couldn’t bat her deep-seated insecurities away. She was too big to be sprawled atop anyone, even if he had been the one to position her there. She had been able to let go and enjoy their little bondage game once she blindfolded Travis.

But now, in the bright light of morning, he would see everything she so desperately wanted to hide from him. Lily started to wiggle off him, but Travis stilled her with a firm hand on her rear.

“Where do you think you’re going? Don’t you think it’s only fair if I get to be the master today?” he teased.

Sure she was turning a hundred shades of pink, Lily made a joke out of her discomfort. “I don’t want to crush you,” she said, faking a carefree, sexy laugh.

Travis’s green eyes flashed with regret. “You’re not crushing me,” he said, but just like that, the spell was broken, and he went soft against her. Stifling her groan of discontent, she feigned happiness.

“Let’s not waste another minute,” she said brightly. “I can’t wait to comb through every antique shop in town. Give me a minute, and I’ll be out of the shower.”

She fairly ran out of the bedroom into the bathroom, locking the door safely behind her. Face facts, she told herself, last night was an anomaly. The spell of Tuscany, combined with jet lag and Chianti had wrapped around them both, and they’d done some crazy, albeit wonderful, things together.

But something inside of her, some irrationally hopeful part of Lily’s heart, wished that she was wrong.

Maybe the first night, at the fashion show, had been an anomaly, maybe even the day by the pool was an accident, but last night… wasn’t last night special?

No, not special. Amazing was more like it.

Last night he wanted me like a man wants a woman, she thought, remembering the way they’d ripped at each other’s clothes in the olive grove, the moment she’d dropped to her knees beneath the moon and taken his hot length into her mouth, the incredible sensations that rippled through her as Travis had slid the dildo into her, the wholeness of joining together as lovers, the safety of waking up with his arms wrapped tightly around her.