The cheque appeared on the table and within minutes Brayden was helping her up into the truck while she wore his jacket.

During the drive back to his apartment, he felt his nerves building again, his left leg started bouncing under the steering wheel. He felt Lillian’s fingers tangle in his hair, gently caressing the hair at the nape of his neck. He glanced over at her, goofy grin lighting up his face. Lillian returned it in kind.

Finally in front of his apartment door Brayden turned holding Lillian in place.

“Can you stay here until I come get you?”

“Shoving used towels under your bed again?” Lillian teased.

“Don’t ruin the mood.” Brayden scolded with a grin before dipping inside quickly.

He lit candles in a frenzy. If he was right about anything it was the ridiculous number of candles he’d put out. He turned quiet piano music on before righting himself again, turning back to get Lillian from the other side of the door. The look in Lillian’s eyes was intense. Want dripped from her. Without a word Brayden swung the door wide letting her see what he’d done.

Candles in droves littered every surface and even some of the floor. Roses in several vases and petals all over the floor leading towards his bedroom. Lillians eyes blew wide taking it in. Hushed murmurs of how pretty it was tumbled from her lips before she used his tie to pull him into a hungry kiss. She’d refreshed her lipstick outside because he could feel it on his skin after she left a trail of kisses across his jaw and down his neck across his collar. Brayden couldn’t help himself. His hands found the small of her waist and tugged her close before burring one in the thick of her hair.

Whispered moans and whimpers trickled out of Lillian while Brayden used his hands and lips to force her into a frenzy. Lillian wrapped her hand in his tie forcing him to stay kissing her for some time. A small whimper escaped Brayden before he could stop it. Lillian was only encouraged pulling him closer and running her nails across his scalp. Brayden reached out blindly finding the door and pushed it closed, hoisting Lillian up with the other arm before wrapping both his hands around the curve of her ass. He kicked his shoes off while she wrapped her legs around his midsection tightly. Brayden cursed himself for not thinking of the counter when he put the candles out. He wouldn’t be able to drop her onto the countertop and kiss her there. His brain was brought back to more important tasks when Lillian’s tongue flicked across the shell of his ear and he almost dropped her.

Lillian laughed gracefully before disengaging herself back onto the floor. As if reading his mind, she turned around and started blowing out the closest candles on the counter before moving them aside. She helped herself up onto the countertop before coaxing him closer with her finger. When he was almost between her thighs again a heeled foot found his chest. Her dress fell up over her knee and down her thigh and whatever witchcraft she was using made sure he could see the red lacy panties she was wearing under her dress.

“Would you help me with these?” A sultry whisper passed her lips.

Without second thought Brayden caressed her ankle gently tugging the strap loose from its clasp. He kissed the inside of her calf slowly before pulling the shoe away and reaching for her other leg. He kept her foot pressed high on his shoulder so he could still look at the red lacy between her legs. He felt Lillian shudder as he pressed more kisses onto her opposite ankle as he dropped the second shoe. His eyes never left the space between her thighs, but he could hear Lillians breath catch as she started breathing heavily. He felt her knees start to try and press together put he pushed his way into their path now standing directly in front of her. His eyes dragged up her front watching the way her breasts heaved with her breathing, glimmering and flushed. He dragged his eyes slowly across her face lingering on her lips. One thumb brushing over her bottom lip, pushing some of her smudged lipstick away.

“You are exquisite. Absolutely, without a doubt, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” Brayden drawled, his voice sounded gravelly in his throat.

Lillian’s eyes blew wide, her mouth parting slightly inviting Brayden’s thumb in. He let it pass between her lips and the feel of her tongue on him made him groan loudly, his head tipping to one side to watch her mouth pull him in. Lillian’s eyes found his under lashes as she sucked gently.

“Fuck.” He moaned. He was over the slow build. He pulled his hand away replacing it with his tongue, teeth, and lips.

He forced their fronts together roughly trying to press his cock against those panties. Lillian yelped before whining when he finally found her through her dress, rolling his hips against her. He pulled her off the counter hastily and taking them into his room. He managed to drop her into the center of his bed amongst many rose petals, where they immediately started falling into her hair.

“Fucking exquisite.” He moaned again, pulling away and tugging his tie off.

Lillians dress was a pool around her hips. Wrinkled and pushed high to the point Brayden could see those panties he bought her. He dropped the tie somewhere amongst the petals dragging Lillian back to the edge of the bed with her knees.

“Stand, turn around.” Was all he said. Deep and desperately.

Lillian did exactly as she was told, turning around in front of him. She started to lean over hips pressed back into him. Brayden caught her by the throat gently pulling her back up. He pushed her hair over her shoulder, tugging the zipper of her dress down, pulling the straps off her shoulders until the dress fell to the ground. Brayden twisted her back to face him, kissing her shoulders and neck as he did, until her red lace bra was pressed against his chest.

“Good.” He whispered against her ear, before finding that spot under it with his teeth.

Lillians fingers tugged at his belt and shirt. Unbuckled and loose she pulled his shirt out from his pants before setting herself to work on his buttons. She finally was able to push his shirt off his shoulders while his lips pulled and pressed against hers. Forcing her back into the bed until she was laying beneath him. Brayden stood, tugging his belt out of its loops until it hit the floor. Slowly he unbuttoned his own pants, while he took in the look of Lillian in his bed.

She was panting, lipstick smudged, roses in her hair, mused from his desperate hands. Her breasts rich and full against the lacy red bra she was wearing. Her thighs squeezed shut around the thin red panties she was wearing. Propped on her elbows Lillian tried to reach foreword; to touch him but he caught her hand, kissing her knuckles. She’d get her chance but not before he did. Brayden was studying her relentlessly. It was a better look than he’d ever imagined. Every girl he’d tried to substitute in for her was nothing in comparison and his weak imagination could never have come up with the way she was looking at him now.

“Back, in the middle.” Brayden nodded letting her go before shucking his bottoms off.

Lillian whimpered before listening, watching as his cock sprang free from his tight boxers. Brayden quickly found himself between her legs again. Pressing and grinding his hips against the lace. He could feel the dampness there, and his senses exploded. Lillian panted and whimpered with every rotation, chasing the friction with her own hips. Brayden couldn’t think straight about anything. Every nerve felt exposed, every brush of her fingers like electricity. He couldn’t get enough of the sight of her, the sound, the smell. He felt so overfull. He needed to feel her. Fingers tucked under the string of her underwear pulling them aside as Brayden found her center. Hot, and wet. He groaned sucking on the spot on her neck roughly. Lillian bucked under him slightly and cried out softly.

“Ben.” Lillian moaned.

He circled her clit, once, twice, three times. Listening to Lillian’s cries and small begging words.

“So fucking wet my love.” He whispered, kissing the harsh mark he’d left on her, making her squirm.

He finally dipped a finger inside and Lillian arched off the bed into him. Using his body to hold her down, he shushed and kissed her face while he slowly pressed his digit in and out of her excruciatingly slow. He added a second, curling them slightly to press up into her walls. Lillian begged him to do it again, so he did. She rolled her hips against his hand wantonly.

“Good, good love. Fuck yourself on my fingers, just like that.” He cooed into her ear.

Brayden felt her walls start to flutter. Did he let her cum already or did he make her wait, finish her with his tongue before he fucked her until she came again?

“Can – please let me cum Ben please.” Lillian finally begged out when Brayden started to pull away.

“Oh, you’ve done so well Ann, but not yet.” He whispered in her ear before pulling away completely. Lifting himself away from her he made sure she watched him lick his fingers clean. Lillian whimpered again loudly dragging his mouth to hers, lapping at his lips trying to taste herself on his tongue.

“Fuck Ann.” Brayden choked when Lillians finger found his shaft stroking lightly before wrapping her fingers around him.

Lillian preened at the response she got and pumped him slowly. A growl pulled through Brayden’s throat until it was just air. He fought to catch his breath will kissing her at the same time. Forcing her hand away, despite her pitiful whimpers, his lips started to travel lower. Across the curve of her breasts, pulling the lace away to suck and lap at her nipples. Finally feeling the peaks in his mouth was euphoric. He’d pressed his tongue against the sensitive peaks through fabrics and layer before, but this was different. Her sounds were amplified tenfold. Brayden felt his ego inflate in kind. His fingers pulled at the strings of her thong dragging them slowly down her legs. Lillians breathes were full desperate pants. Her fingers running up and down his spine and through his hair. His lips finally dipped lower again, trailing over her ribs and hips before landing near her pelvis. Lillians hips rolled under his lips begging him to reach their mark.

“Please Ben.” Lillian sobbed. “Brayden please, please.”

Hearing his own name on her tongue like that finally shattered him. Giving up on the slow kisses he’d been littering on the inside of her thighs and hip bones. His tongue found its mark. Finally settling between her thighs, his tongue lapped widely at Lillian’s clit. Lillian’s hands flew from his hair to her mouth covering the loud whimpers that finally escaped her.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” Brayden hummed against her.

Lillian’s fingers instead curled in the sheets and petals on either side of her, hips rising to chase his tongue. Brayden used one hand to hold her more still. Quickly Brayden started sucking and flicking his tongue over her, watching which moments made Lillian shudder hardest.

Lillian was begging over and over again for his fingers, to which Brayden complied, inserting two fingers curling them up when he bottomed out. Lillian’s sobs were like music. Begging and pleading with him not to stop.

“You’re doing so well my love.” Brayden murmured against her. Her hips trying to lift in reply.

When Brayden felt her walls start to flutter around him again, he found a steady rhythm forcing her over the edge.

“Cum Ann. I want to feel you cum like this.” He encouraged. “Please my love, I want to watch you cum while I fuck you with my tongue, with my fingers.” It was very close to begging, but Brayden didn’t care.

She couldn’t help but stifle the scream that escaped her. Thighs shaking and squeezing around Brayden’s head. Brayden’s own vision swam, the sounds she made, and way her body curled and tightened around him. He’d dreamed about the way she might taste for a year, and it was unlike anything he’d imagined. Lillian was his. No, Brayden was hers, and every cell in his body wanted to prove it.

“Such a good girl. Shh, shh, I’m not done yet love, breathe. You’re doing so well.” Brayden praised her without hesitation.

He continued his ministrations slowing down until she was panting and squirming again. Kissing up her stomach and chest again before dropping gentle kisses on her neck.

Brayden propped himself up kneeling between her thighs wiping his face with his hand grinning down at Lillian’s dishevelled form. Her mascara was running from the corners of her eyes, tear tracks in her makeup. Her lipstick lightly smeared around her lips. She was flushed and breathing heavily. Her eyes danced across his whole body before landing on his length, her tongue wet her lips hungrily. Brayden’s eyes met hers for a moment before they were crashing together again. Brayden could feel Lillian’s impatience, dragging him back between her legs, lifting her hips to meet his. When she finally found him, dragging her cunt down his length Brayden shuddered hard. The arm he was using to prop himself up folded at the elbow, so their chests were crushed together. Lillian grinned against his lips, doing it again.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so fucking wet.” He mumbled against her neck.

Lillian let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of him, her head tilting back into the petals and pillows around her. Brayden couldn’t help his weak shaking breaths. Pressing his forehead into her shoulder while Lillian’s nails scratched lightly up and down his back.

Brayden finally caved, lining himself up pressing the head of himself against her opening gently. Pressing himself in slowly, until he was buried deep inside of her. Brayden made an indecent sound followed by a plethora of curses and praise. She was tight and warm around him. Raw he could feel every ridge and muscle inside of her.

“Un-fucking believable.” He barely croaked.

Brayden’s mind eddied out, only that need he’d been chasing for so long filled his senses.

Lillian groaned into him, arching until he bottomed out, whining breathes, dragging her nails against his spine again. He could feel her muscles flexing around him, making him grunt and bite down lightly on her shoulder.

“I’m not done with you yet Ann, I swear to God. Keep that up and you’ll regret it.” He threatened, biting and kissing at her shoulder and neck.

Lillian whimpered in protest but let herself relax. Brayden rewarded her with a kiss. Foreheads pressed together breathing heavy, his tongue found hers.

“I love you, Ann.” Brayden whispered against her lips, repeatedly.

“I – I love you, Ben.” Lillian would stutter out whenever she could catch her breath.

They stayed like that for a while, wet lips and tongues, teeth pulling on lips. Brayden would occasionally pull out slightly before slowly sliding back in.

Lillian’s breathing was reaching a peak again, restless hips trying to move subtly against him.

“Stop trying to fuck yourself and just say the words, Lily.” Brayden snarled in her ear, his hand finally finding her throat.

His thumb pressed lightly against her throat and that was enough. Lillian started the beg.

“Please, please. Ben. I – I.” She was struggling to find her words.

“I want to hear you say it Ann.” He whispered leaving loving kisses over her jaw and corners of her mouth.

“Brayden.” She whined.

“You can do it.”

“I want you to fuck me.” She gasped when he squeezed her neck a little harder.

“Mmm, ask. Nicely.” Brayden hissed in her ear, fucking into her quickly on his next thrust.

“Oh! –  Please Brayden, please fuck me, I want it, I want you so bad. Please fuck me, Ben.” Lillian begged, clawing at his back, her lips searching for his.

Brayden smiled to himself before crushing their lips together quickly. He pulled away just as he finally pulled almost all the way out and roughly fucked back into her. He wanted to hear the sound she made when he did, and it didn’t disappoint. A surprised gasp, her eyes flying open, mouth dropping into a beautiful ‘O’ shape.

“Fuck that’s good Ann.” He smiled, letting his thumb stroke the side of her neck gently, kissing her again quickly before lifting himself back up slightly.

His hand slipped down further, using her collarbones as anchors to hold her in place he picked up his pace drastically. Her eyes rolled back slightly before fluttering shut. The wet sound of them joining, spurring him on. Brayden let the profanities, praises, compliments, tumble out of his mouth thoughtlessly. Thoughts of Lillians ankles and knees over his shoulders filled his head. Gripping Lillians knee before pulling and draping it over his shoulder. Changing the angle making Brayden groan. He kissed the inside of her knee, watching the way her breasts bounced while he fucked her.

“Fucking Christ Ann. You’re so fucking pretty like that.” Brayden puffed.

He let go of her neck to brush a thumb across her bottom lip, waiting for her to find it and suck it into her mouth. Lillian surprised him but not just sucking on his thumb but laying her tongue flat over her lip, waiting for him to press his thumb into her mouth. Her eyes were wide and pouting waiting for him to fill her. Brayden couldn’t understand how he got so lucky when he pressed her thumb against her tongue and she sucked it into her mouth greedily. She lapped and swirled her tongue while sucking, never breaking the eye contact. Her mouth openly lapping at him. Brayden groaned, his brows furrowing watching her.

“You’re so fucking hot baby.” He barely mumbled, before his head finally fell back, eyes closed, just feeling her.

“Fuck.” He grumbled again removing his thumb.

Grabbing her other ankle and lifting it across himself, never stopping his thrusts and holding now both ankles in one hand over one shoulder, kissing her ankles and knees. He watched the way her ass bounced from the new angle. Petals had started to stick to her sweat slicked skin. With his free hand, reaching out to run across the smooth skin of her ass, up between the valley of her breasts, until they found her nipple rolling it lightly between his fingers.

Brayden did whimper this time. She had started sucking at her own fingers, watching him, while he rolled and pinched her nipples. Where had she learned to look like that? Jealousy ripped through him like a taser, his fingers snatching up her throat carefully.

“Who the fuck taught you to look like that?” He growled.

Pressing forward until her knees were to her chest when she didn’t answer. He greedily watched her tongue suckling on her own fingers. He’d stopped his movement, just panting and watching her lewdly. When she made to drop her fingers from her mouth, he felt himself pout.

“Don’t, don’t stop. Please Ann. I – you’re so fucking good. You look so good doing that.” Brayden begged.

And there it was. Maybe 30 minutes and Brayden had cracked. Lillian smiled then, dragging her fingers from her own mouth, pressing them against his lips in a silent question. Brayden’s tongue swept out gathering her two fingers into his mouth. He flicked and nipped at her fingertips, let his tongue taste her.

“Can I –.” Lillian started, finishing by tense the muscles in her pelvis around him.

Brayden’s eyebrows furrowed until they pulled down in desperation. He nodded slowly, fucking into her slightly.

“Ben, please, I want to ride you.” She whispered rather pathetically.

Brayden didn’t hesitate, pulling out of her, the feeling of the cold air in the room making him hiss, Lillian hissed too at the loss of him. He was on his back in seconds, pulling her on top of him, kissing any skin he could get his lips on. Rose petals fluttered from her hair while others were still tangled in the strands. Lillian grinded helpless on his cock until she found the right angle and, without any help, slid down until their hips met. It was Brayden’s turn to arch. His eyes squeezed shut and he moaned loudly, back arching just slightly off the mattress. When he opened them again, Lillian’s head was thrown back, exposing the contours of her throat, her bra straps hardly even on her shoulders anymore, her thighs bracketing his. When he looked down, he could see where her wetness coated his length and spilled around him, he could see her swollen clit as she rocked back and forth. He whimpered again, his fingers digging into her thighs, her ass, her hips, viciously. He finally reached behind her and undid her bra. Letting it fall amongst the petals.

There she was, naked, sweaty, wearing only the necklace he’d bought her. His fingers ran across the chain and diamonds, before dipping and squeezing one breast, letting the volume fill his hand.

“Lily – Ann.” He groaned. “Fuck, just like that baby. You’re so good love.” His hands were on her hips again helping her fuck herself.

He closed his eyes, his neck arching back. Lillians fingers spread across his chest curling and uncurling, nails scratching at him lightly. He swore again when he felt her start flexing. His one hand abandoning her hip to cover his face, the other leaving a trail up her body before it rested lightly across her neck. Lillian was swearing too, and he felt her fingers on his stomach until they dragged to where their sexes meet, and he felt her fingers started playing with herself. Between the cracks in his fingers, he watched her swirl her own clit while rocking across his hips. He whimpered again.

“Fuck Ann. Fuck I’m going to cum.”

He must have underestimated her severely. She had been listening so well all night he’d forgotten she wasn’t really one to be told what to do, because the second he said those words her warmth was gone. Brayden hissed and cried out eyes flying wide, meeting hers, inches away. He glared hard into the laughing eyes he found.

“Did I say you could finish?” Lillian whispered, dipping next to his ear.

“You fucking minx.” Brayden growled, kissing and biting at her exposed shoulder.

His hands found her hips lifting her off him before dropping her back onto her knees, with her ass pressed against him. He could feel the rose petals stuck to them both, stuck to Lillian’s back and in her hair. One hand reached up her front gripping her neck until his chest pressed against her back, the other went down until he found her swollen clit, slowly circling it. He bit her neck where it sloped into her collar, harder than he had been. Lillian yelped and squirmed in his grip. He kissed and licked at the hurt until she started to tremble. Brayden did this for a while, using it to calm himself down, until every movement from her didn’t threaten to have him coming across her back. By then he’d worked her up into quite the frenzy again. Apologies and pretty, begging words cascaded out of her.

“I’m sorry Ben. I’m sorry. Please, I want you inside me when I come please.” Lillian cried.

Brayden licked a single tear from her cheek. “One more time. Ask nicely like that again and I will fuck you on all fours until I fill you with my cum like I want too so badly. You just have to behave and we’ll both get what we want.”

“I – I’m so sorry Ben, I won’t do it again. Please, please I want you to fill me again, please.” It was so pretty when she begged like that, Brayden noted, watching her from her profile, fingers and hands trying to pull him into her.

“Okay my love, okay.” He cooed, gently releasing her neck and pushing her chest into the mattress.

He gathered all her hair into one hand, until he could tenderly move her head to the side so he could watch her face while he did this. His fingers had never stopped teasing her clit, he could feel her wet, dripping down both their legs.

“You’re such a fucking mess love. You smell so fucking good. If you hadn’t asked so nicely, I would’ve spent all night between your thighs, using my tongue until I knew how to make you come with just a few flicks.” Lillian mewled at these words pressing her ass into him again.

Brayden grinned at the desperate look on her face, leaning over to kiss her spine before spreading her knees wide and burying himself slowly in her cunt from behind. Lillian made a choked sound fingers and spine both curling at the fit.

“I – I, fuck Ann, I – you’re so fucking… Fuck I’m not going to last very long like this.” Brayden hissed, moving slightly inside of her.

Lillian’s walls fluttered in response, before her words found him.

“I’m begging you Brayden please. Just fuck me, I’m going to cum please.” She was sobbing, her toes curling desperately squeezing him.

“Fuck.” Brayden swore.

One slow thrust, then another, until his hips were drilling into her and she was mush. He’d watched her eyes roll back before they’d fluttered closed, only pathetic whimpers falling from her lips, she was like putty. He felt her muscles start to roll, and with a choked, sobbing scream, her face buried deep in his sheets, came around him.

Brayden saw stars. The squeeze, the sound, they way her body rolled around him. He couldn’t help it if he tried. With his own stifled, choked shout, and sloppy thrusts he finished.