Page 76 of Broken

“Now there is a sight to wake up to.”

Lilly looked up to find Giles propped on his elbow watching, a devilish smile playing over his lips. His eyes dipped and he tilted his head to the side as he viewed her legs flashing him beneath the shirt she wore.

“Good morning.” She leaned her head back on the wall and smiled at him, stretching her legs out, suddenly restless under the heat of his gaze. Giles tossed the covers, swung his legs out, and got to his feet. He was completely bare and utterly perfect.

Lilly gulped at the sight of his lean, muscled body. How could he walk so confidently toward her when her hands had begun to shake in earnest at the sight of his blue eyes? The unveiling of the rest of him fairly took her breath away.

She tried not to stare, but failed abysmally. She examined everything about him and found nothing lacking.

When Giles reached her, he stood still, allowing her a closer inspection of his anatomy. Then he leaned down to press a light kiss to Lilly’s lips. The kiss changed when she touched his thigh, moving from gentle greeting to flaming passion in a single heartbeat. Giles remained bent over her as their tongues tangled, but his hands caressed her neck and shoulders, making her body flush and tremble with need for him. He clasped Lilly’s waist and drew her to her knees, then pressed their bodies together.

Lilly tangled her fingers into his tousled hair and held their lips together, lost in the wonder of his kisses and unwilling to stop. His hands slid down her back to cup her bottom and he pressed his stiff length against her belly.

She wanted to explore him in the light, to let her fingers slip across his skin and learn why he was so different. When she ran her fingers down his neck and shoulders, covered his silky chest hair and found his nipples again, he groaned out her name. She brushed her thumbs over the hard peaks and he chuckled before picking her up to carry her back to bed.

“More pleasure for you, my wicked ghost?”

“Yes please, Giles.”

Giles kept her close as he crawled over the messy sheets and deposited her against the pillows. His gentleness still surprised her. He teased his shirt from her shoulders and bared her breasts. This morning, he only gave them cursory attention, and she dug her fingers into his scalp when he went to leave them.

“My, my, I think I have created a monster. You’re very demanding this morning,” Giles chuckled, but he did not return to them.

“I don’t know any other way to be,” she replied, wriggling as his lips pressed against her belly. She knew she was greedy. In her limited experience of pleasure, his focused attentions were a drug to her starved senses.

“Never fear, I like it very much.”

Giles licked her stomach then moved lower. With horrified fascination, she realized where he was headed. At his first light touch, her hips bucked upwards into his face and he dug his tongue deeper. Yet it was not close enough. He spread her legs, pushing at her knees insistently.

Giles’ hot breath fanned over her thighs and her exposed flesh as he pressed his lips to her skin, flicking his tongue against her. Lilly moaned at the warmth of his mouth, but shrieked when his tongue returned to that small spot of intense pleasure and flicked it with light, soft strokes. Fearing for her sanity, she threaded her fingers into his hair and held on as he tongued her cleft.

When he sucked, Lilly labored to breathe. He shifted and settled in to wrench yet more tremors from her. This was by far more intense than what they had done before. If this was not making love, Lilly feared she’d not survive that event.

Another sensation, pressure lower down from where Giles kissed, distracted her. She wriggled her hips. When Giles raised his face from tormenting her, she could see his fist curled next to her entrance, and feel the slide of his finger enter her body. He looked down and worked his finger into her gently then lowered his mouth to suck her hard.

Sensations built rapidly and when he pressed deeper inside her, fist pressed against skin, the waves of release rocked her body.

“Giles, Giles, Giles.”

It took a while, but when Lilly opened her eyes, she found him lain out beside her. She blushed, but he just grinned wickedly, and then kissed her.

As his erection rubbed against her body, reminding Lilly that he remained unsatisfied, she rolled closer. She wouldn’t lie idle in his arms again. That wasn’t at all fair. When their lips parted, Lilly pushed Giles to the mattress and looked him over. Giles flexed and pushed his hips out to her and she could not help but smile.

She let her fingers walk over his skin lightly, and he shuddered from the touch. She swept her hand over his flat stomach and he sucked in a breath, showing her the bones of his hips in more detail. Her hand slipped down into his hair and her fingers closed around his shaft.

Giles gasped and pushed his hips into her hand, showing her how anxious he was for more. The first stroke up his length fascinated her. Giles guided her to increase the pace of her stroking, and when he took his hand away, she saw a small drop of moisture at the tip. Lilly leaned forward to lick it up with her tongue.

He tasted salty, and when she licked her lips again, she finally noticed the way Giles’ breath labored. Still looking down, she wondered if she should do what other lovers had done for him. She shrugged away her nervousness to press a kiss to his head. The groan that wrenched from Giles’ lungs rattled the bed. She pressed another kiss to him, then flicked her tongue out and swirled it around the smooth head.

Five fingers dug into her upper back. She licked her way down his length and back up, feeling the ridges of his shaft, the baby-fine softness of his skin over the hard, hot core beneath.

When Lilly reached the head, she hesitated then opened her mouth to take him in.

“Mother of God,” Giles muttered, and fought to get away from her.

Lilly wrapped her hand around his base, pried him upwards, then took him in her mouth again. Deeper. She thought to cover her teeth, slid him back out and in a time or two, wetting his skin further. Giles swept her hair over her shoulders and rose up to watch.

The wet slurping noises excited her as much as she thought they did him. She wet her lips again and experimented on how far he could go inside her mouth. When she found a comfortable depth, he moved her head in an up-and-down motion and she understood that what she could do with her hand, she could do with her mouth.