allowed anyone to call her Lilly, but the way Tucker said it, gritty and raw, and so damned sexy, she didn’t dare deny his use of the nickname.
Tucker removed the small paring knife from her right hand. He gripped his left hand over the top of hers while it held on tightly to the partially peeled apple.
“ Forces darling - stop fighting them,” Tucker exhaled into her ear, referring to the song playing in the background as he skimmed the blade over the apple bit by bit. Starting at the top of the fruit, he guided her hand in a rotating fashion, leaving a decorative strip of peel when they were finished.
“See how it’s done?” he w hispered, grinding his hardened dick into her bottom.
Lilliana’s heart beat wildly in her chest when she felt how much Tucker wanted h er. When his thigh brushed her hip, she felt a jolt of electricity and her senses piqued. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch in so long that it felt foreign to her, but, God, how she had missed it. Lilliana closed her eyes for only a moment, fully conscious of where his warm flesh touched her. His large hands were so strong and rough, Lilliana wondered what other kinds of magic they could work. When they finished with the first apple, he removed his hand from hers, laid down the knife, and placed his palms on the counter face down.
“Now show me how well you can follow orders. Peel it, Lilly. No mistakes. I want it perfect, just like you.”
Tucker’s vo ice was different than before - deeper, more hushed, and authoritarian. Yes, she did want to be under his command, as much as she hated to admit it to herself. Lilliana felt far from perfect, but she accepted the compliment and purred with his praise. It had been far too long since a man had spoken so sweetly to her.
Trying to simmer the heat in the room, Lilliana attempted to engage Tucker in conversation while her trembling hands peeled the apple.
“Tell me, d o you get your ass kicked often?”
Tucker laughed softly in her ear. His laugh was deep, warm and rich, and made her pulse skitter.
“No, not often,” he said, nuzzling his nose into her hair.
“Do you sleep with married women often?”
“So you’ve hea rd the rumors,” Tucker murmured, undeterred.
“Do you?”
“No, Lilly, I don’t sleep with married women often,” he replied, moving his hands from the counter to her waist.
“Or do you mean often enough ?” Lilliana prodded.
Squeezing Lilliana’s waist tightly, he responded firmly, “Stop talking, Lilly, and do as you’re told.”
Li lliana’s hands shook even more thinking about the things she wanted him to do to her body with those beefy, skilled hands. She pushed her ass back into him and got the response she yearned for: a low growl ending with a sigh. She steadied her hands the best she could to show Tucker that she could follow his instructions.
***
Tucker could hear the gulp of Lilliana’s hard swallow. He had only expected something to eat from his visit, but this little layover was turning out far better than he had anticipated. Good music, a beautiful woman with an ass like an onion that could brings tears to his eyes, cooking for him and doing what he had instructed her to do. How lucky could a man get?
As Lilliana began to peel the fruit just as he had demonstrated, he grabbed her shoulders and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh on the nape of her neck just hard enough to leave a mark without drawing blood. She tasted heavenly, salty, and clean. Lilliana let out a high-pitched moan and her hands began quaking.
When she paused, Tuck er licked the crook of her ear and said softly, “Continue, Lilly.” He liked the shortened version of her name. It suited her better.
Doing as she was told, Lilliana finished and began on another apple. Pleased with how well his new pet was following his directions, he inched his mouth down her spine and slipped her shorts down to her ankles, exposing her bare ass. It was absolutely fucking flawless - round and
Tucker removed the small paring knife from her right hand. He gripped his left hand over the top of hers while it held on tightly to the partially peeled apple.
“ Forces darling - stop fighting them,” Tucker exhaled into her ear, referring to the song playing in the background as he skimmed the blade over the apple bit by bit. Starting at the top of the fruit, he guided her hand in a rotating fashion, leaving a decorative strip of peel when they were finished.
“See how it’s done?” he w hispered, grinding his hardened dick into her bottom.
Lilliana’s heart beat wildly in her chest when she felt how much Tucker wanted h er. When his thigh brushed her hip, she felt a jolt of electricity and her senses piqued. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch in so long that it felt foreign to her, but, God, how she had missed it. Lilliana closed her eyes for only a moment, fully conscious of where his warm flesh touched her. His large hands were so strong and rough, Lilliana wondered what other kinds of magic they could work. When they finished with the first apple, he removed his hand from hers, laid down the knife, and placed his palms on the counter face down.
“Now show me how well you can follow orders. Peel it, Lilly. No mistakes. I want it perfect, just like you.”
Tucker’s vo ice was different than before - deeper, more hushed, and authoritarian. Yes, she did want to be under his command, as much as she hated to admit it to herself. Lilliana felt far from perfect, but she accepted the compliment and purred with his praise. It had been far too long since a man had spoken so sweetly to her.
Trying to simmer the heat in the room, Lilliana attempted to engage Tucker in conversation while her trembling hands peeled the apple.
“Tell me, d o you get your ass kicked often?”
Tucker laughed softly in her ear. His laugh was deep, warm and rich, and made her pulse skitter.
“No, not often,” he said, nuzzling his nose into her hair.
“Do you sleep with married women often?”
“So you’ve hea rd the rumors,” Tucker murmured, undeterred.
“Do you?”
“No, Lilly, I don’t sleep with married women often,” he replied, moving his hands from the counter to her waist.
“Or do you mean often enough ?” Lilliana prodded.
Squeezing Lilliana’s waist tightly, he responded firmly, “Stop talking, Lilly, and do as you’re told.”
Li lliana’s hands shook even more thinking about the things she wanted him to do to her body with those beefy, skilled hands. She pushed her ass back into him and got the response she yearned for: a low growl ending with a sigh. She steadied her hands the best she could to show Tucker that she could follow his instructions.
***
Tucker could hear the gulp of Lilliana’s hard swallow. He had only expected something to eat from his visit, but this little layover was turning out far better than he had anticipated. Good music, a beautiful woman with an ass like an onion that could brings tears to his eyes, cooking for him and doing what he had instructed her to do. How lucky could a man get?
As Lilliana began to peel the fruit just as he had demonstrated, he grabbed her shoulders and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh on the nape of her neck just hard enough to leave a mark without drawing blood. She tasted heavenly, salty, and clean. Lilliana let out a high-pitched moan and her hands began quaking.
When she paused, Tuck er licked the crook of her ear and said softly, “Continue, Lilly.” He liked the shortened version of her name. It suited her better.
Doing as she was told, Lilliana finished and began on another apple. Pleased with how well his new pet was following his directions, he inched his mouth down her spine and slipped her shorts down to her ankles, exposing her bare ass. It was absolutely fucking flawless - round and
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