Chapter 4
Lily’s pov
He stands with my legs still wrapped around him and I am still full of him and of what he already left in me, and he walks us out of the living room because those windows face the street and the lamp is still on and anybody who happened to look would see too much, and the hallway is no better if mum wakes up dry-mouthed and comes down for water.
My arms stay locked around his neck. Every step shoves him deeper and I bite his shoulder so the sound stays in my throat instead of going through the house.
He sets me on the kitchen island and the stone is cold on my ass and I jump and that jump takes more of him and I whimper straight into his mouth because there is nowhere else to put it.
He is still wearing his shirt. I am wearing nothing.
He f***s me standing wit
