9 comments/ 49550 views/ 24 favorites Lilly's Choice By: Lilly's Choice Of course, Lilly was amply curvy all over. To Dylan's way of thinking, it just made her softer. Cuddlier. More feminine. Lilly held her breath. She could only pray Dylan wouldn't be too disappointed. She'd always been chubby, no matter how much exercise and dieting she did. Normally, she accepted herself as is, but with Dylan, she wanted to be attractive for him. To him. She was to the point of passing out when he throatily murmured, "beautiful" as he reached out and cupped her in his hands. The breath whooshed out of her when his eyes met hers and there was nothing but admiration in the brown depths. He pressed his thumbs against her straining nipples and watched her eyes. The blue deepened. The storm clouds of desire gathered. "You like that, baby?" She nodded, unable to speak if her life had depended on it. She ran her hands along his arms to his shoulders, diving under his shirt and pushing it off his body. The perfection of the man's body would have made Mr. Universe envious. The muscle tone. The sleekness. "You're gorgeous", she rasped as she ran her hands up and down his chest, lingering over his nipples and the flawless example of six-pack abs. Then let out a slight yelp when she found herself being lifted and laid on her back. She now lay on the sofa with Dylan leaning over her. Balancing on one arm, he undid the front hook of her bra. When he'd moved the fabric out of his way, he bent his head and latched onto a rose-colored nipple. He suckled it into his warm wet mouth and circled the peak with his tongue. Lilly bucked in reaction. Dylan knew, somewhere in his brain, that he was probably moving too fast but he couldn't help it. His whole body was inflamed with the need to know Lilly in every way. He might not have considered it before, but now he was consumed with the need to have her. As he devoured her breasts, his hands went to work on her jeans. He unsnapped and unzipped them within seconds. When he tugged at the waistband, her hands aided him. His oral onslaught never stopped as they somehow managed to get rid of her clothing. "You're turn", Lilly told him huskily, gently pushing at his shoulders. He rose off the couch and dropped his jeans and underwear, tugging them off and laying them aside. She held out her arms to him and made a place for him between her legs. As he lay over her, he kissed her with everything he had. Their lips clung and tongues tangled as their hands explored. She caressed his back and buttocks with gentle hands. He cupped a breast then pinched and played with the nipple until it pebbled. Moaning into his mouth, she arched into his touch. Ablaze with need, Dylan broke away from her mouth and rained open-mouthed kisses along her cheek down to the soft skin of her neck. He nibbled at her throat before sucking lightly at her skin. Her nails bit into his back and she cried out his name. His fingers caressed the underside of her breast before moving on to the suppleness of her stomach. Very slowly, Dylan drew small circles, inching his way closer to the dusky blonde curls between her legs. He lifted away from her slightly so he could gauge her reaction. Her eyes opened when he shifted his weight and snared him with such a look of yearning his heart nearly stopped. He cupped her mound and squeezed gently. His name escaped her lips, spoken somehow as a combination of reverent whisper and scream. Rubbing his palm against her hot flesh, he inserted a finger inside her pussy. "You're so wet, Lilly. So tight", he muttered through clenched teeth. She was so slick and he knew he would fit snug inside her. It was taking all the control he could muster not to plunge his cock into her and ride her until he came. "Oh, God! Dylan!" Lilly writhed beneath his touch, overwhelmed. Her body was burning up. She needed him inside of her. Now! "Dylan, please…" "I know, baby. I know", Dylan told her as he bent and tongued a nipple. He inserted a second finger and pumped them in and out of her. Lilly bucked wildly and she'd have sworn her lungs quit working, she was having to fight so hard to breathe. Tension was coiled tighter inside of her than she'd ever felt before. "Dylan", Lilly cupped his face and lifted it to look into the big brown eyes she loved so dearly. "I want you inside me. Please, fuck me, Dylan." "Wrap your legs around me, Lilly." The command was issued hoarsely and she immediately complied. With as much care as he could, he eased his engorged cock inside of her. "Oh, hell yeah!" They were a custom fit. The words leaked out as a hiss as Dylan lowered his body fully to hers. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her smooth legs wrapped tightly around his hips. Her warm breath floated by his ear. Every sensation he experienced seemed to be magnified a thousand percent as he taught her body the rhythm that would give them both the climaxes they strived for. Lilly's fingers tunneled through his hair and pulled his head down for a kiss. He took her tongue in and sucked on it, dragging a deep moan from her as her fingers tightened their grip on his scalp. Lilly moved her hips in sync with his, concentrating on the feel of Dylan's cock sliding in and out of her body. It was the most awesome experience she'd ever had and she wanted it to last forever. Though she knew it couldn't. As he pumped into her, deeper and deeper, she could feel the explosion on the way. It was building by degrees and she knew she wouldn't be able to stop it. But she intended not to be alone for the ride. Doing what she'd thus far only heard and read about, she tightened the inner muscles of her pussy. And smiled as Dylan groaned deep within his chest. So she did it again. His thrusts came harder and faster. Soon, the burn of climax swept through her and she screamed his name. "Dylan!" "Lilly!" She seemed to have called to the heart of him and her name was wrenched from him as he gave into his need. His seed gushed into her welcoming body and the contractions of her muscles, as her orgasm overtook her, milked him for every drop he had. Panting from weary lungs, his exhausted body collapsed on top of Lilly's sweat-drenched one. He felt her fingers as they lightly caressed his back. Through the haze in his mind, he figured that he should get off of her, but he just couldn't manage moving a muscle at the moment. ****** This is what euphoria feels like, Lilly thought dazedly. His perspiration mingled with hers as she held tight to Dylan's body. She couldn't have let go of him for anything at the moment so it didn't bother her that he seemed unable or unwilling to move. Grabbing the opportunity, she ran her hands down his back and over the globes of his beautifully sculpted ass. She gently squeezed the flesh. He sluggishly raised his head from her shoulder and eyed her. She actually grinned back at him as she squeezed his ass again! Surprisingly, his cock responded by twitching where it lay between her soft and generous thighs. "Having fun?" His voice grew husky with each syllable. She was rubbing her palms over his ass now. "Yeah, actually I am", she told him with a smug smile. He only shook his head at her but couldn't help chuckling. Scrounging up what energy he had left, he kissed her forehead and lifted off of her. "I'll be right back" he told her as he padded, naked, to her bathroom. As she waited for him, she closed her eyes and reveled in the relaxed state of her body and mind. Who knew sex would be that….she couldn't even think of a proper description. She giggled softly. Saying it was good would have to be the understatement of the century! "What's that giggling all about?" She jumped at Dylan's question and turned her head to see him walking towards her carrying a small plastic bucket. She gave him a quizzical smile. "Never you mind. What are you doing?" He didn't answer, only settled the tub on the floor then knelt beside her. With careful, gentle hands, Dylan parted her legs. She watched him silently as he rang out a washcloth he'd had in the tub, along with water. As he ran the cloth along the inside of her thigh, she sighed in pleasure. The water was warm, but to her still-heated skin it was cool and refreshing. The familiar scent of her vanilla soap drifted on the air. "Feel good?" He glanced at her quickly before turning his focus back to the silky smooth skin beneath the cloth and his hand. Her flesh quivered as he touched her and he couldn't help the bit of male pride that surged through him. "Dylan?" "Yeah?" When she didn't continue he looked up at her again. She reached out a hand, caressing his jawbone and the stubble of his beard tickled her palm. "It does feel good, but what are you doing?" He gave her one of his devilish grins then, tickled by her confused expression. As he dipped into the tub again with the cloth, he explained, "It's your first time, darlin‘. It can get a little--messy. And I just thought this might make you feel better." He wasn't looking at her, and she didn't make a sound, but he knew Lilly well enough to know that her forehead would be scrunched up and her mouth would be in the perfect shape of an "O" as she pondered his words. He went on with his task, lightly rubbing the cloth between the lips of her pussy. The pink flesh was a little swollen, with a trace of blood and their combined fluids. He swiped it all away gently, wondering what it would be like to taste her there. His cock sprang to life even more with the thought of burying his face in that curly hair, of running his tongue along…his thoughts got waylaid when she hissed in a breath and his eyes flew to hers. Oh, God! Had he hurt her? But if her expression was anything to go by, she was far from being in pain. ***** Was it normal to be aroused again so soon? If not, she mused, then she must be really abnormal because Dylan's strokes were turning her on big time! Heat collected in her belly and spread down to where he was touching between her legs. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed when Dylan announced at that moment that he was all done. When she began to rise, he stilled her with a hand to her shoulder. "Just sit", he commanded. When she sent him a confused look, he simply waved her to do as he said. Shrugging, she did. When she was upright, Dylan moved between her knees and pulled her hips forward until they were almost off of the couch cushion.. He then placed her legs on his shoulders. When she squeaked in surprise, he grinned slyly up at her and whispered, "Lesson number two." Then he did what he'd been imagining and buried his face in her pubic hair. He loved the natural smell of a woman. And Lilly was even better. She had the lingering scent of her vanilla body wash mixing with her natural musk. He nuzzled and placed a kiss on her mound amid the springy curls before running his tongue along the lips of her pussy. When she jolted in surprise, he dug his fingers into her ass. As she stilled, he brought two fingers up and separated her lips so that he could taste the juices that were flowing in her. At the first taste, he greedily lapped up all he could. "OH! MY! GOD!" She hadn't meant to let go of the shrill scream but Lilly just couldn't believe what Dylan was doing to her. Just the sight of his head between her thighs was enough to send her into orbit, but the feel of his tongue flitting around inside her pussy sent jolts of out-of-this-world pleasure to every part of her body. "OH! MY! GOD!" she screamed again as she felt Dylan's teeth nibbling at her sensitized flesh. Gripping his hair, she thrust instinctively into his face. He moaned pleasurably and the sound vibrated up to the roots of her hair. She felt again the rapid flicking of his tongue, the rapid flicking of the flame inside her, and knew it was over for her. "Dylan!" She panted, trying to catch some air into her lungs. "I'm coming, Dylan!" She felt him purr his satisfaction and her body convulsed as spasms of an outrageous orgasm took her body. He lapped at the cream her body produced until she finally quieted and loosened the clutch she had on his hair. When he'd lowered her legs, he kissed her thighs. Her skin was so soft, he could have spent all night paying homage to it. Finally he raised his head to see her laying crooked against the back of the couch. Her eyes were bright and a smile like he'd never seen before graced her mouth. He chuckled as he rose to his feet. She couldn't have wiped the smile from her face if she tried but she could do something about the smugness he wore. Forcing herself upright, she grabbed Dylan by the hips before he could move away. He looked down at her, brown eyes huge and curious. "My turn to play", she told him huskily before taking his once-again impressive erection in her hand. Gently, she stroked his length as she watched his eyes shut and his chest puff on a huge breath. "You d-don't h-have to…" he stuttered and his words trailed away as she gripped him firmly in her hand. She took an ass cheek in her other hand and lightly squeezed. He swayed when he looked down at her again. She was smiling up at him. A smile that took away what little breath he had. "I know I don't have to. Feel good?" Her voice was a whisper as she worked her hand up and down his cock as she'd heard guys liked. He nodded several times, his eyes watching her. He couldn't even begin to tell her how good! She tucked her hair behind her ears and bent forward. and before his brain could catch up, she ran her tongue up the entire base of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head before sliding her lips over it and taking in as much of him as she could. She proceeded to do what one of her friends had once told her. "Suck it like it's your favorite lollipop." Dylan's eyes nearly rolled back into his head as Lilly continuously sucked on him. What part of him couldn't fit into her mouth, she wrapped a hand around and pumped in tune with what her mouth was doing to him. He had to grit his teeth as tight as he could to keep under control. His cock throbbed as Lilly flicked her tongue rapidly against the swollen head, lapping up the salty pre-cum that was seeping from him. "Lilly", he moaned as he fisted his hand in her hair. Involuntarily his hips thrust and he slid a little further to the back of her throat. He felt her swallow. She increased the pressure of her hand and he seemed to swell even more. He lightly tugged the thatch of hair he clutched. She sucked harder. He was about to come but he didn't want to in her mouth. He tapped against her shoulder, nudging her backwards. With noticeable reluctance, she let him go. "Lay down", he told her roughly. He followed her, kissing her eagerly. She flowed into the kiss without hesitation. He kneed her legs apart and she welcomed him. When he thrust a finger inside her, he found her wet and ready to go. He moaned into her mouth. He broke away from the kiss and stared into her gorgeous blue eyes. "I want to fuck you again. I have to be inside you, Lilly. Now." He spoke with an urgency that surprised him but it was real. He had to have her and as soon as she eagerly wrapped her legs around him he buried himself inside her sweet pussy. They both sighed contentedly. Between his deep thrusts and talented fingers, he soon had Lilly panting and begging. He pumped harder. She yelled for more. "Harder, Dylan! Oh, please!" Her nails dug into his ass cheeks then, causing him sweet pain, but his thrusts never faltered. She didn't even recognize the raspy voice as her own. All she could understand was that she had to have more of the man hammering her body with his. She was on fire and ready to explode. The eruption occurred as Dylan clamped onto her breast and sucked as hard as he could. The erotic little coos she made caused his semen to jut out of him in swift spurts. Their bodies were once again covered in sweat as she wrapped her arms around him, kissing the top of his head as he collapsed against her. ******** Later, as fingers twitched against her breast , Lilly still couldn't get over the events of the evening. She was really lying in bed with Dylan! Had she not been afraid of waking him, she might have started bouncing for joy! But he was sleeping right behind her, his face buried in the nape of her neck, his hand clamped possessively on her breast After their second bout of sex on the sofa, she'd led him by the hand to her bedroom. They'd climbed into her queen size canopied bed, sleepy and sated. Curling his body up against hers, he'd drifted off to sleep pretty quickly. Though rather worn out herself, she was just too happy to sleep. Her heart felt ready to burst from the love she felt for the man in bed with her. And not just because of how he'd made her feel tonight. She loved the gentle care he gave the horses he worked with. Loved his quirky sense of humor. Loved the devotion he had for his family. And, yes, she loved the way he made her feel. Not just physically, either. From the time they'd met, as teenagers, Dylan had made her feel special. An important part of his life. Someone he genuinely wanted to spend his time with. Being a kid who had always been shy and teased for being somewhat overweight, she would never be able to put into words what that did for her emotionally and spiritually. Her thoughts had tears springing to her eyes but she blinked them away. She wouldn't mar this awesome night by crying. Instead, she burrowed deeper into his embrace, closed her eyes and listened to him breathe. It was music to her ears and it eventually lulled her to sleep. With a satisfied smile on her face. ******* In that phase of sleep just before truly awakening, Dylan logged several facts in his mind. He was naked. He was not in his own lumpy twin bed. His stomach was growling. And, lastly, there was a very soft, very warm body curled up to his. As he roused himself to alertness, he opened his eyes to a mass of familiar golden hair not even two inches from his face. From there, his eyes traveled down to a smooth, lightly-freckled shoulder and a bare expanse of back before a floral-print blanket impaired his view. Slowly, so he wouldn't wake Lilly, he lifted the cover away from their bodies. As the rest of her came into view, food wasn‘t the only thing he became hungry for. From its resting place against her cutely rounded ass, his cock hardened and twitched. One of his legs had entwined itself with hers. He noticed, for the umpteenth time, that what they lacked in length, they more than made up for in shapely curves. The memories of those legs locking around him assaulted him and he closed his eyes, let out a barely-muffled groan, and laid his head back on the pillow he shared with Lilly. He'd fucked his best friend! Even more, it was the most gratifying sex he'd ever had. Wasn't that a good kick in the ass?! His eyes flew open and he forgot what he was thinking as he felt Lilly squirm against him. Her wiggling backside caused his cock to pulse with the need to be inside her again. He laid perfectly still and fought against that urge. She moaned softly, nestled her ass tighter against him and sighed contentedly. He felt the power of it through his entire body and understood that he had lost the battle with his body. Had never stood a chance to begin with. Gently sweeping aside her mane of hair, he nuzzled into the warmth of her sweetly scented neck. "Mmm…." Placing a whisper of a kiss on her earlobe, he stated in a murmur, "I want you, Lilly." "I want you, too, Dylan." From his position he noticed that the corner of her closed eye crinkled and her cheek moved upward. She was smiling. He chuckled. "Baby, I don't think you're awake enough to know what you want." Lilly's Choice Her response came in the form of reaching behind her and taking his erection in her hand. She turned her head and grinned at him when he inhaled sharply. "I want this", her voice was husky as she squeezed his cock firmly, "inside me. Clear enough?" "Oh yeah, darlin‘! Perfectly." He murmured as he shot that devilish grin at her. He placed a finger under her chin, bent forward as he tilted her face a little closer, and kissed her. She was ready and waiting, her tongue eager to tangle with his. He moved his hand lingeringly down her body until he could clamp onto a breast. When he did, he rubbed his palm lightly against the nipple and found it as hard as he was. Lilly looped her arm around his neck and the action thrust her breasts out. He tweaked the nipple he'd been rubbing, pulling on it lightly. She moaned into his mouth. Good God, how this man could turn her on! She'd been horny and wet as soon as she awoke and felt him next to her. Now she ground herself against his cock, reveling in how hard he had become. Because of her. Pleasure zinged through her from her scalp to her toes. He let go of her breast to align his body with hers. Normally, he would draw out the foreplay; build the anticipation. But right now all he could think about was feeling his cock being surrounded by her hot and wet pussy. He was nearly desperate for it. He plunged into her, going deep and jarring her forward. She cried out ecstatically and when she would have turned her head to him, he stilled her with a hand on her hip. "Don't move yet, baby! Please, God, don't move!" His demand sounded so needy that Lilly stilled even her breathing. He slowly lowered his forehead to the crown of her head, and she listened to each deep breath he took. Felt each inhalation as his chest hair tickled her back. After a few moments, she quietly asked, "Are you okay, Dylan?" He was more than okay but he wasn‘t sure he could explain it to her. He'd actually never felt more alive, or filled with more pleasure. Her pussy closed around him like a perfect-fitting glove. He'd never been so close to coming by simply entering a woman. It puzzled him considerably, but now wasn't the time to think it over. He rubbed his cheek against her hair before lightly kissing her there. "You tell me", he replied huskily before pulling almost completely out of her only to plunge back in again as hard as he could. "Does that feel okay to you, Lilly?" She nodded, unable to produce anything vocal. Little shockwaves were pulsing through every part of her. Before they could subside, he repeated the move. Again and again. She caught the rhythm of him and joined in, the sound of skin slapping against skin unbearably erotic. His forehead was soon drenched with sweat. Partly from the physical exertion, but also from the effort to hold off his orgasm. He wanted to watch Lilly get off first; and he suddenly knew exactly how, too. ********** Lilly had just finished thinking that she would explode soon when she felt Dylan pull out of her. She whimpered at the loss and quickly turned over to face him. Before she could question his actions, he swept in for a kiss. With a palm to the back of her head, he pulled her down with him as he lay on his back. Her long blonde hair fell forward to form a silky curtain around them as her hands settled on his shoulders to keep her balance above him. She gradually pulled away from the kiss, needing to catch her breath. To answer the question that lingered in her big blue eyes, he gently cupped her face in his hands and whispered huskily, "I want you on top." Her eyebrows rose, intrigued, but only nodded and straddled him. Her hot wet pussy brushed against his ready-to-burst cock. "Take me inside you, Lilly", he then demanded in a thick voice. Pleased that he wanted her so much, she chose to prolong the moment and eased down, bit by little bit, until his cock was deep inside her. As she began to swirl and rock her hips, his eyes closed and he bucked like a bronco, nearly coming off the bed in the process. "Oh fuck, yeah!", Dylan muttered at the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her very slick passage. He‘d never felt so good in his life and was certain the pleasure being given by her luscious body would drive him out of his mind. He opened his eyes and trapped her with a look of pure lust. "Ride me, baby!" His words excited her further and Lilly increased her pace. Her pussy muscles quivered as Dylan's cock hit just the right spot inside her. Her breasts jiggled enticingly in front of him, and unable to resist their beckoning, he clutched them in his palms. He kneaded the soft flesh, lightly pinching her distended nipples between two fingers. She gasped loudly. "Feel good, baby?" "Oh, yes, Dylan. So damn good." She was breathless and on fire. She increased her tempo and slammed her body against his. They both cried out at the pleasure of it. Placing her hands over his, they briefly played with her breasts together before he slid his palms down her sides and rested them on her hips. She mashed her breasts together, teasing Dylan. He sat up to run his tongue along the line of cleavage before savagely taking a nipple into his mouth. "God, Dylan! It feels so good when you suck on me." His reply was to increase the suction as he grabbed her ass with one hand. The other made its way to where their bodies connected. He rubbed along the outside of her pussy lips. Lilly cried out loudly. He did it again, latching onto the other nipple at the same time. He smiled against her flesh when she bucked on top of him. The quake of orgasm began inside her then and all she could do was let it take her. She was soon crying out her satisfaction Again and again. "That's it, Lilly. Come for me, sweetheart." He crooned to her softly as he lay back against the pillow and felt her pussy muscles seize around his cock. Looking up at her, watching her as she came, he thrust upward as hard as he could. She screamed his name. His cock responded fervently and he knew it was time. His body went rigid and the breath stalled in his lungs as he finally came. More fiercely than he ever had before. Lilly collapsed against Dylan's chest and listened to the rapid beat of his heart as the shockwaves going through him slowly ebbed. She tasted the saltiness of his skin as she rained tiny kisses over every spot she could reach. When she traced a nipple with her tongue, his cock twitched where it was still inside her. She smiled against his flesh. "Don't even think about it", he threatened. Not very convincingly since he could barely speak at the moment. She sat up then, taking him deeper, and grinned knowingly. All he could do was mutter "Oh, hell". And return her grin. ******** When Dylan awoke the second time, he was alone. He glanced around the small bedroom, taking in the pastel color décor and what he could only call 'girlie-type' pictures on the wall. Most of them included small children and puppies and he found himself smiling. It was definitely Lilly's style. He swiped a hand over his eyes to clear away the remnants of sleep and propped up on an elbow to look at her alarm clock. After eleven! Damn! He never slept past eight most mornings. Of course, it was rare for him to have sex as many times as he and Lilly had since yesterday evening. He chuckled to himself as he threw the bedspread and sheet aside. She damn near wore him it out! And, God help him, he'd enjoyed every second of it. He sat on the edge of the bed, brushed a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. He'd never imagined he and Lilly would be lovers. Now…he wondered when he could get his hands on her again. But, he had to find her first. Another quick scan of the room showed him that Lilly had remembered the fact that their clothes had been left behind in the living room last night because he found his in a neat pile on the floor next to the bed. He donned his jeans but left the rest and padded out into the dining room/kitchen where Lilly sat at a round table skimming the newspaper and sipping on a mug of steaming coffee. He knew she liked to drink several cups every day. He noted that her golden hair was slightly damp so he assumed she'd showered. He was a little bit disappointed that he hadn't been able to join her. He pictured them both in her shower stall, lathering each other as they kissed. His cock went hard again in a nanosecond. He'd have to talk her into taking another shower later on…. Getting away from those thoughts for now, he saw that she was dressed in black leggings, an oversized turquoise sweater and socks. She turned her head just then and smiled at him. Her heart turned over in her chest as she took in his appearance. Finger-combed hair and sleepy chocolate eyes. Beautifully bare torso, jeans, only zipped, hanging low on his hips and bare feet. Good God, she wanted him! Here on the table! But….. "Good morning. Coffee's done and cinnamon rolls are baking." She announced pseudo-cheerfully. Didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Though she couldn't have said what that was at the moment. Now that she mentioned it, he had noticed an aroma of cinnamon when he woke up. He should have known since she had the biggest sweet tooth known to man! As he drew closer to her, he also caught the distinct scent of her vanilla body wash. The scent hardened him again. From now on that scent would forever take him to the memory of having his face between her legs, tasting her as no other man ever had. "Morning." He smiled before he took her lips in a gentle kiss, feeling his blood heat even more just from that simple touch. He moved on to the coffee pot next to the kitchen sink. She'd already laid out a mug for him so he poured it full then stood looking out the window above the sink. And noticed the snow. "How much is out there?" "The weatherman says about four inches already, and another four or five due by tomorrow night." He nearly bumped against the counter when her voice sounded directly behind him. When he turned, she slipped by him and went to the oven. As she opened the door, a heavenly aroma of fresh baked goods hit the air. His stomach rumbled. Loudly. She giggled as she placed the baking dish on top of the stove. "Not hungry are you?" She cast him a playful glance. The smile she wore threatened to melt the bones right out of his legs. He took a swift sip of scalding hot coffee just to counter the effect. But he managed to smile back at her. "Just a little", he answered with a teasing lilt in his voice. He refilled his mug and moved out of the kitchen, away from temptation. He settled at the table in the seat she had occupied and picked through the newspaper lying there. He immersed himself in the sports section as she puttered around dishing up breakfast. Lilly glanced up from the plate she was filling and smiled to herself. She'd been telling herself not to get lost in daydreams that would never come true, but, nonetheless, she couldn't help thinking this is how it would be if they were married. A companionable silence while going through everyday activities. Not to mention the awesome lovemaking they would share. True, she told herself, she had nothing to compare it to, but that didn't matter. It was absolutely fantastic to her and that was what really counted in the long run. Except for what he thought. She gnawed at her bottom lip as she refilled her cup of coffee then turned off the now empty pot. Although Dylan seemed to enjoy their sexual escapades last night and this morning, she once again reminded herself that she had nothing else to compare his reaction to. "What's wrong?" She'd taken the plate of now-iced cinnamon rolls and her coffee to the table and sat across from him. She looked up from the taupe colored liquid she'd been staring into to find him watching her intently. "Nothing. Why?" "Because you're about to chew that luscious bottom lip off and you've got those creases between your eyebrows. You always get those when you're worrying about something." He stated matter-of-factly as he grabbed a pastry. He bit into it heartily and gave a moan of pleasure. He winked arrogantly at her as he chewed and swallowed. "Now, tell me what's wrong." She picked up a roll of her own and nibbled at the edge. She wasn't sure she should be honest with him about the doubts that had been swirling through her mind like the snowflakes outside. But, other than doing her best to keep how she really felt about him a secret, she'd never been dishonest with him. She sighed, swallowed noticeably and forged ahead. "Did you enjoy…", her voice failed her and she let the question trail away. She waited, with her breath held, for him to respond. ******* "And that was when you told me I was the best fuck you'd ever had and you hoped it wouldn't be the last time we were together." And, of course, it hadn't been. At first, they'd agreed that they would still be best friends but would take care of each other's sexual needs until either one of them found a partner. Dylan soon realized, though, that wasn't the kind of relationship he wanted and mere weeks later was asking Lilly to marry him. The ceremony took place before the first spring flower could bloom. There'd never been a regret. As she finished her nightly grooming ritual at her vanity table, Lilly snagged her husband's gaze in the mirror. He had just turned down the sheets on the queen-sized bed behind her. Katrina's party was now a memory, the guests and food long gone and the kids tucked in bed for the night. "I remember it well", Dylan told her softly as he came up behind her. Straddling the armless chair, he squeezed in behind her. She leaned against his solid bare chest, resting her head on his shoulder, as Dylan wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hard to forget the first time you have sex on a kitchen table." He chuckled and gently kissed her temple as he looked at her in the mirror, those deep brown eyes filling with a love and passion she never dreamed she‘d have. "A man also doesn't forget when his life gets transformed." With a tender smile in place, Lilly turned her head and pulled his down for a kiss. They both sighed with contentment as their eyes closed and their lips connected. In the simple touch was the love, respect and trust they had for one another. As well as an intense craving that had never faded. Dylan's tongue swept into Lilly's mouth as his hands caressed their way to her breasts. When he had their fullness in his palms, Lilly moaned excitedly and pressed into his touch. Since they went to bed most nights naked, she could feel his hard-on surge against her ass. She placed a hand between them and firmly took hold of his cock. "Oh, Lilly", he groaned into her mouth. He opened one eye and watched their reflection. He grew harder at the sight. He loved her body. The look of it. The feel of it. All the ways she used it to set him on fire. He broke their kiss so she could watch them as well. He knew it had become one of her favorite things to do. "I love when you touch me." Her voice had turned thick and hoarse. Her blue eyes dark with the arousal raging inside her. She curled an arm around his neck as she watched her husband pinch and pull on her nipples. She loved when he did that, too. "And I love touching you, Lilly." He closed his eyes with a throaty groan then as the hand that clutched his cock tugged lightly. She pumped him as she said, "I've wanted to fuck you all day, Dylan." "Me, too, baby. I want to be inside you so badly." The declaration sent a tingle up and down her spine, as well as making her pussy flood with juice. "I want that, too", she told him, desperation in her tone as she stood eagerly. She bent over the vanity table, thrusting her ass in Dylan's face, telling him plainly enough what she wanted. He smiled smugly and kissed each cheek before smoothing his palms over the globes of flesh. He loved this position. He got to his feet, gripped her hips with his hands and thrust his cock into her as far as he could; as hard as he could. He withdrew and thrust again before she could catch her breath. He knew she liked it that way. He knew everything Lilly liked. She liked the words as well. "You're so hot and wet, my love. So fucking tight." Damn, but he loved being inside her! "Yes, Dylan." A whisper. "Your pussy was made just for me, Lilly." Thrust. "Yes, Dylan. Oh, yes!" Nearer to a wail. "I'm going to make you come, baby!" Plunging into her between each word. "Oh, God! Please make me come, Dylan!" "No one does this for you but me! No one else ever will." Table-rocking, skin-slapping plunges. "Only you, Dylan!" On those panted words, Lilly's world exploded into vivid colors as the orgasm took her. Her body trembled so violently, she would have fallen had Dylan not had his arms around her waist. As she came back to her senses, she turned in his arms and nuzzled her face against his chest. She rained tiny kisses all over his torso while his fingers raced through her long silky tresses. When she licked a nipple, he shuddered in response. Unable to wait any longer, he brushed aside the paraphernalia she had on the table and lifted her onto it. As she wrapped her legs around his hips, he gripped her thighs and slid his throbbing cock into her. She leaned back on her hands, thrusting her breasts towards him. He licked his suddenly dry lips when she batted her eyelashes at him. "Fuck me good, Dylan." Her saucy taunt spurred him on. With a feral grin, he pounded her pussy with enough force to move the table backwards. Her head fell back against her shoulders in ecstasy as she nearly sang from the pleasure. "Oh, yes, Dylan! You feel so good inside me, baby!" Dylan grit his teeth together as her body gripped his tightly. Sweat popped out on his forehead as he got closer to his release. Lilly's muscles contracted around his pulsing member as she flew into another orgasm. "OH, GOD! I'm coming, Dylan!" Lilly panted the words as creamy fluid filled her pussy and flowed all around Dylan's cock. His control snapped then and he came with a growl that seemed to start at his toes. Every muscle and tendon he had seemed to vibrate as his seed spilled into her. Slowly, Lilly gained her breath back and sat up, silently wrapping Dylan in her arms. He laced his fingers through her damp hair and kissed the top of her head as she laid her forehead against his heart. "I love you so very much", she whispered adamantly against his sweat-covered chest. "I always have and I always will, ‘til I no longer have breath in my body." His hands clenched into fists in her hair and he tugged gently until her face tilted back. "You're my everything, Lilly Mackey Dawson. Never forget that." His voice was thick and rough with emotion. Lowering his head, he took her mouth in a kiss loaded with all he couldn't say aloud. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to convey all that she and their family meant to him. But he would always try.