My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 244

Lily’s fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, her nails digging in as his mouth trailed lower, kissing, nipping, marking her like he was afraid she’d vanish if he stopped.

The scent of his cologne something dark and spiced mingled with the faint musk of her own arousal, and she arched into him, her body already aching for more.

David didn’t waste a second. His fingers worked at the buttons of her blouse with urgent precision, each one popping free to reveal the creamy swell of her breasts beneath the lace of her bra. The fabric parted, and his breath hitched as her nipples pebbled under his gaze, already hard and begging for his mouth.

"Fuck, Lily," he groaned, his voice rough with need.

"You’re still perfect." His palms cupped her, squeezing just enough to make her gasp before his tongue flicked over one taut peak.

She moaned, her back arching off the bed as he took her nipple between his lips, sucking hard, then soothing the sting with a slow, wet swipe of his tongue.

The pleasure-pain sent a rush of heat to her core, her panties dampening further as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other.

Her hands trembled as she reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle in her haste.

"Hurry," she panted, her voice thick with desperation.

"I need you now." David growled against her skin, the vibration making her whimper, before he straightened just long enough to tear his shirt. The sight of him, broad shoulders, the defined lines of his chest dusted with dark hair, the way his muscles flexed as he moved made her mouth water.

He was bigger than she remembered, harder, and when he ground his cock against her thigh through his pants, she could feel the thick, insistent ridge of him, already straining for release.

His hands dropped to her waist, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. With one sharp tug, the lace gave way, the sound of tearing fabric lost beneath Lily’s breathless gasp.

David’s fingers slid between her legs, and his groan was almost feral when he found her soaked.

"Fuck, Lily, you’re dripping," he rasped, his calloused fingertips circling her clit before dipping lower, teasing her entrance. She spread her thighs wider, her hips lifting off the bed, chasing his touch.

"Don’t stop," she begged, her nails raking down his chest, over the hard planes of his abs, until her fingers wrapped around the hot, heavy length of his cock.

He hissed as she stroked him, his hips jerking into her grip, but then his hand closed over hers, stilling her.

"Not yet," he murmured, pushing her back onto the bed. He knelt between her legs, his breath hot against her inner thighs as his fingers returned to her pussy, this time with purpose. Two thick digits slid inside her with ease, her walls clenching around them as he curled them upward, finding that spot that made her vision blur.

"David...!" His name tore from her lips as a broken cry, her body trembling as he worked her, his thumb pressing firm circles over her clit. She was so close, her muscles coiling tight, but then he pulled back, leaving her empty and whimpering.

"You want my cock, baby?" he asked, his voice a dark purr as he lined himself up with her entrance. The thick head of him pressed against her, stretching her just enough to make her gasp.

she breathed, her legs wrapping around his waist.

He pushed inside in one slow, relentless thrust, filling her completely, and for a moment, they both stilled, savoring the way their bodies fit together after all this time. Then he began to move.

His hips snapped forward, each thrust deep and deliberate, dragging against her inner walls in a way that made her see stars. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall as he fucked her with a desperation that matched her own.

"Harder," she demanded, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down for a bruising kiss. Their teeth clashed, their tongues twisting together as he obeyed, driving into her with a force that stole her breath.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and obscene, and Lily could feel her orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Ahh, David..."

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