Page 126 of Liberating Lily

He pulled the T-shirt up over her head, leaving her just in her panties on the bed.

He stared down at her so hungrily that she didn’t even have a chance to be worried about how she looked, or if he liked her near-naked body.

No, she could see on his face exactly how much he wanted her. And her self-esteem rose along with her confidence.

He really did find her sexy.

“Right now, you’re being such a good girl. You deserve a reward, don’t you?”

He moved over her, resting his hands on the bed on either side of her shoulders, before leaning down to take her nipple into his mouth. Then he sucked.

Oh God, that felt so good. She let out a cry as she arched her back. He moved one hand to her other breast, playing with her nipple as he continued to nibble and suck on her other one.

She swore she nearly came just from the nipple play alone. By the time he finished, she was breathing heavily, her body shaking.

“Poor baby. You need this so badly, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to take good care of my girl.”

Then he stripped off her panties, and her breath caught in her lungs. This was really happening.

He kneeled between her spread thighs. Then he placed his hands on her inner thighs, pushing them even further apart.

Holy moly, he was looking at her, wasn’t he? Staring right down at her pussy.

“That is such a beautiful sight,” he told her.

She really didn’t see how it was. But the look on his face had her keeping that to herself. He moved his mouth down her stomach, getting closer and closer to her pussy.

Anticipation had her breath stuck in her throat as she waited for him to reach her clit. But he simply laid kisses along the top of her mound before moving to where her thigh started.

That area was so sensitive. More sensitive than she’d thought.

Finally, his mouth drifted toward her slit, and he ran his tongue slowly along it. He flicked it several times, and she cried out in surprise.

That was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and she wanted more.

“My girl likes that, doesn’t she?” he murmured.

She nodded frantically. She did. She really, really did.

“What color are you at, baby?”

What was he talking about? What did he mean, what color was she at?

“Green, yellow, or red,” he prompted. She could feel his breath against her folds.

And she wanted him to move his mouth lower back over her clit to suck it strongly, to send her flying.

He teased her, moving his tongue lower and lower. What was he doing?

Then suddenly, his tongue pushed inside her, and she let out a gasp.

“I love how reactive you are,” he told her. “I love that I can instantly tell whether you like something or not.”

She wasn’t doing anything special, just letting her body react to his touch. The way he touched her so gently, so softly, as if she was precious, as if she was everything.

It meant everything to her.

He loved her.