Lily of the Valley by Sarah Daltry Page A

than pointless suffering, that it would make us closer in our misery. Now, I figure fuck it all.
    “Wanna smoke?” I ask.
    I stand up and gesture to the alley outside. She follows and I lean against the wall, watching her. She shivers and looks vulnerable in a place this dirty, but she doesn’t back down.
    “I can’t feel my skin,” she says.
    “You’re drunk.”
    “I thought it was supposed to be fun.”
    “It’s fun when you have nothing in your head to worry you. Otherwise, it’s just a means of covering the pain.”
    “You seem to be a real expert.”
    She has no idea. I hand her a cigarette, even though I can promise that she doesn’t smoke. She takes it, though, and puts it between her kissable lips. My cock twitches at the move, as I picture her using those lips on me. Damn it. Why does this girl make me so horny?
    I fumble with my cigarette pack, getting my own out and trying not to look as hungry for her as I feel. I light it and then go to her to light hers. It’s tense being this close. The smoke obscures her face a little, but her eyes are still shining through the haze.
    After she finishes her cigarette, she throws it on the ground and walks to me. She reaches down and runs her fingers across my waist, her lovely fingertips resting inside the loops of my jeans. I drop my own cigarette and breathe deep. This is dangerous and my skin feels every flicker of hers.
    “I’m feeling down,” she says. “Wanna cheer me up?”
    Breathe , I tell myself. “What’d ya have in mind?”
    I think I’m going to die when she reaches down into my pants and begins to move her hand up and down along my cock. Her skin is so soft and I feel like I’m going to come just being here next to her like this. Her touch is everything I pictured it being and I need to be inside of her. I groan and she whispers close to my ear, “Do you like that?”
    “I do.”
    “Would you like me to do something else?” Her hand moves faster and I’m trying to stand still. I want to throw her against the wall and fuck her so hard her screams echo through the night. Instead, I just close my eyes and try to focus on not coming yet.
    “Are you teasing me or are you for real?” The words are nearly impossible to speak.
    “Do you like to be teased?”
    She pushes her body against mine and grips me tighter. It’s too much. I can’t take it anymore. I push her across the alley, slamming her against the wall. I get her pants down and feel my way to where I want to be. I slip my fingers between her legs, just to see if this will be okay, and she’s so hot and dripping wet that I know I’m going to lose it. I don’t even ask if we can go further before I shove myself into her.
    Her pussy is so tight and as perfect as I imagined it would be. I breathe in the strawberry scent of her as I thrust, rough and desperate. It’s not sweet and it’s not the way I would have wanted it to be with Lily, but I need her so bad.
    I look up from burying my face in her neck and her eyes meet mine. She smiles.
    “Who’s the princess now?”
    Oh, Lord. I can’t stop myself and I know I’m being rough with her. It’s probably terrifying to her, but I can’t get deep enough, can’t get close enough to her. Every thrust is better than the last and I’m losing my mind. I’ve fucked other girls, but I have never felt so overwhelmed by being with someone. She makes the softest noises, like small purrs and sighs, and every sound sends a pulsing shock through me. The orgasm is fucking insane when it comes and I pull out, letting go all over the nasty alleyway pavement. I feel both ecstatic and ashamed. She didn’t even come. For all my big talk and teasing, I came before I could please her.
    I want her again immediately, but I don’t know if she’ll ever look at me again. Just having touched her has given me an entirely new hunger. I try to catch my breath. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want this to be it.
    There’s no right way to approach