Chapter Thirty-one
T he moment her front door closed behind them, Anthony reached for Delilah, his control snapping with the knowledge that this was it. No holding back or pumping the breaks tonight. He was going to make love to Delilah, although he wasn’t sure how gentle he’d be this time. The pressure had been building up too long and too strong for him to go slow. He needed to make her his, to show her that there was nowhere else, no other man, nothing in this world that could make her feel the way he did.
At least, that was the goal.
Leia whined and Delilah murmured against his mouth, “I need to let her out.”
“Hurry,” he said, following behind her as she bent over to lift the cage door and release her dog. Leia bounded around them for a few seconds before she raced for the back door. Meanwhile, Anthony’s hands gripped her hips, grinding his aching erection against her ass and she gasped, “Bedroom.”
Anthony picked her up and dumped her over his shoulder, carrying her down the hall like a conquering Viking, ready to claim his prize. He dropped her onto the bed and reached for her feet, staring into her eyes as he removed first one black ankle boot, then the other.
“You and these dresses are going to be the death of me,” he growled, gathering the hem of the black fabric and rolling it up over her thighs. Delilah leaned back on her elbows, her eyes heavy lidded, her lips wet and parted. When he had the skirt bunched at her waist, Anthony took the top of her tights and dragged them down her legs, the sheer black fabric ripping under his rough hands, but he didn’t care. Anthony wanted inside her and any garment that got in his way wouldn’t survive.
“I liked those tights,” she murmured.
“I’ll buy you new ones.” He flung them across the room, staring down at the sliver of black fabric covering her pussy. “Is that a thong?”
“Yes?”
“Fuck, you’re going to break me, love.” Anthony took her thighs in his hands and flipped her onto her stomach, staring at the gorgeous globes of her ass exposed, that thin strip of fabric creating a little arrow pointing down and he wanted to follow it.
“Get on your knees.” Anthony lifted her off the mattress and she balanced herself on her hands and knees like he asked.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmured, tracing a finger from that little black triangle down between those sweet, lush cheeks. Anthony felt her shiver as he bent over and pressed a kiss against the small of her back, skimming the slim barrier of her thong until he found the soaked strip covering her pussy. Anthony rubbed his fingers against her, playing with her wet folds. She sucked in a breath as he slipped a finger underneath and inside, teasing her seam with slow, steady strokes.
“You’re so wet for me.” Anthony dipped his finger between her labia, circling her opening before pressing inside her. He curled his fingers, rubbing against the rough patch of her G-spot and listening to the hitch of her breathing with every swipe.
Anthony dropped to his knees on the floor behind her, and fisted his hand into her thong, yanking it to the side so hard it snapped. Without anything between them, Anthony added a finger inside her, his voice rough as he ordered, “Place your cheek against the mattress and hold on to something.”
“What do you mean—oh God,” she moaned sharply when he dragged his tongue over her pussy as he rubbed her G-spot in harsh circles. He sucked her labia into his mouth, tonguing her as she pushed back against him, giving him better access. Anthony loved her pussy, her arousal musky and sweet against his tongue, and when he felt the first spasm under his mouth, he nipped her flesh.
“Fuck, Anthony,” she cried out, bucking against his mouth and fingers. “I-I’m coming.”
He didn’t let up until he tasted her orgasm, lapping at her as her trembles subsided. When she collapsed on the bed, he climbed to his feet and shrugged out of his suit jacket.
“Roll over, Lila,” he growled, staring down at the contrast of her black dress bunched at her waist, highlighting the gorgeous pale globes of her ass, the curve of her thighs, and the dip of her calves. She was amazing, but he was growing impatient. He needed to possess her, to feel her surrounding his cock, sucking him into her sweetness.
“Now, love. I want you to see what you do to me.”
Delilah rolled over slowly and as he watched her sit up, leaning back against her hands watching him, he jerked his tie loose, a frenzy taking over him at the anticipation lighting up those gorgeous blue eyes. Delilah climbed to her feet, standing in the middle of the bed, a teasing smile curling the corner of her lips and his heart slammed rapidly in his chest when her hands gripped the bottom of the dress, pulling it over head. The black and satin bustier underneath had delicate pink flowers over the cups, her soft breasts spilling over the tops, and with the taste of her still lingering on his lips, he ripped open his shirt, crazed with the need to be inside her.
Delilah stepped across the bed and slid to the end, shyly reaching for his belt with her eyes lowered. Anthony wasn’t fooled by her pretense, but he let her tease him, stroke him through his suit pants with one hand as she loosened his belt buckle. He grit his teeth, loving and hating the delicious torture her hands delivered until she finally pushed his pants down, revealing his dick stiff and pulsing.
“I remember thinking that it should be criminal to look that hot in a simple shirt and tie, but like this? You’re put the fucking sin in sinew.”
Anthony chuckled, slipping off the remainder of his shirt and dropping it to the floor. “Was that a line you just came up with?”
“Mmm, maybe.” Delilah wrapped her hand around his cock, swiping her finger along the head. “I want you, Anthony. All of you. Inside me. Now.”
“Fuck, Lila,” he groaned, threading his fingers in her hair and gripping the strands in his fist. He bent over, taking her mouth in a hard, deep kiss, sweeping his tongue inside the way he did her pussy. Delilah pumped him, her hands sliding to the base, grazing his balls, and repeating the action until his balls tightened, pulsating with the need to come.
Anthony jerked his mouth away, sucking in air. “Delilah, I fucking love you, but if you don’t stop touching my cock and let me get the rest of my clothes off, we’re both going to be disappointed.”
“Impossible,” Delilah said, but she released him, stepping back toward the bed. To his surprise, she laid back on the comforter, and spread her legs, her hand traveling over the curve of her stomach. When it reached the juncture of her thighs, Delilah lifted her heels onto the bed, baring her to his eyes as her fingers sought between the folds of her labia. A sweet gasp escaped her and he was mesmerized by the circular motion of her fingers on her clit.
“Are you going to strip or am I finishing alone?”
One of his shoes hit the floor with a thump and Delilah released a breathy laugh. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, which made getting out of his clothes more difficult, but he was enjoying the show too much to look away.
Finally naked and painfully hard, Anthony climbed onto the bed and crawled next to her, crushing his mouth against hers. His fingers gripped her hips, dragging her over his body until she sat above him, her wet heat taunting his turgid flesh.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
Without being told, she opened her legs and he didn’t give her time to catch her breath. Anthony adjusted the tip of his cock between her pussy lips and thrust upward. Delilah held on tight to his shoulders as he rolled his hips, working his way inside her. Anthony watched her lashes flutter until she was completely seated, fingers curled against the wall of his chest.
“Holy shit, Lila. I should have fucked you that night in my truck. You’re so incredibly perfect.”
“See? Now, don’t you feel dumb for holding ou—oh!”
No more short and slow. Anthony gave her three hard, fast thrusts, and paused, listening to her panting. “You were saying?”
“Don’t fucking stop!”
Anthony took her demand to heart and picked up speed. The sound of their bodies slapping together and their harsh breathing filled the room and he lifted her higher, heard the sharp inhale and knew he’d found her spot.
“Be my good girl and come for me, love. I wanna feel your pussy clench around my dick.”
Delilah cried out, the muscles of her channel clamping down around him and he held on tight, keeping up the rapid-fire thrusts until her shaking became soft trembles and she sagged against his shoulder, her lips pressing tiny kisses against his skin.
“Mmm, sex-god.”
Anthony chuckled, his cock aching. “You’re gonna have to hang on a little longer, baby. I’m not there yet.”
Reaching behind her, she deftly unhooked her bustier clasps and slipped it down her arms until her breasts sprang free. Fuck, he wanted those babies in his mouth, but that meant pulling out of her and there was no way that was happening.
Anthony’s hips flexed in hard, jerky motions, the soft brush of Delilah’s lips against his neck, passionate murmurs and a rush of breath against his skin as she told him how amazing he was. How good he felt inside her.
And then she completely broke the dam by gasping, “I love you, Anthony. Forever and always, I’m yours.”
Anthony, unable to hold back anymore, pumped into her, head thrown back, his body trembling.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered, and the sound of her pleasure took him out completely.
“Delilah, fuck!” he shouted, his balls tightening almost painfully as he came hard, his dick flexing as he released everything into her, giving her all that he had.
When Anthony fell back onto the bed, he kept his arms around Delilah, who sprawled across him like a blanket.
Delilah lifted up and over him, and when he realized she was getting up, he grabbed her thighs, holding her against him. “Where are you going?”
“Bathroom to clean up.”
“Now?”
“I told you! Women need to take care of things after.”
Instead of letting her go, he cupped the back of her neck and brought her mouth down to his, kissing her roughly, far from ready to let her go.
When he finally broke the kiss, he rubbed his nose against hers. “You’re never getting rid of me now.”
Delilah laughed, a full-throated, contented sound.
“You think I’m joking, but I’m addicted to you, Lila.”
She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him again. “I’m laughing because the thought never crossed my mind.” Suddenly, she rolled off him and when he protested, she giggled. “Calm down. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Anthony grunted. “You’ve got one before I’m coming in after you.”
“Weirdo,” she teased before shutting the door.
Anthony stared up at the celling as he waited for her to return, thinking about what his next move was going to be. He’d been making a list of all the reasons that Delilah should stay with him, but he didn’t want to scare her off. He was trying to go slow and live in the moment with her, but this was his first time being in love and while he planned on it being his last, Anthony wanted to enjoy every moment without holding back.
When Delilah came back into the room and climbed into the bed, Anthony settled her in along his body, his hand stroking over the soft skin of her back.
“Mmm, you’re so warm,” she murmured.
“I’m actually freezing,” he admitted, and she sat up. Anthony maneuvered to the side so he could grab the blanket at the foot of the bed and cover them. “I’ve been thinking about tomorrow. When I kick Brodie’s ass in the games, we should come back here afterward and have our own victory celebration.”
“Hmmm, it would have to be a quickie. I told my parents I’d be coming for a short visit.”
Anthony froze, thinking about the timing. Was she going to ask her parents if she could stay with them? Now, after they finally made love and made promises?
“Is there something wrong?” Anthony asked.
“No, why?”
“I don’t know. I guess I thought you’d head down there closer to Christmas or they’d come up here for a visit.”
“I’ve just been under a lot of stress this week and I thought a short visit with my mom might help me clear my head and put things in perspective.”
Anthony bit his tongue, afraid to ask what she needed perspective on. Her mom already wanted her to move closer to them and now that the only things tying her to Mistletoe were Holly and Anthony, would her argument make sense? They were her parents, after all. She wasn’t ready to live with him because she was afraid that they wouldn’t survive taking such a huge step too soon, but living with her parents was doable.
“Ow, Anthony. You’re holding me kind of tight.”
“Sorry,” he whispered, loosening his hold on her.
“Anyway,” she said, snuggling against him, her leg slipping between his. “I’ll be back Sunday or Monday.”
“I’ll be here waiting.”
“I know,” she whispered, sleepily. “This is your home.”
What about you, Lila? Will you be my home?
She’d become so dear to him that the thought of her not being here, even temporarily, made his chest ache.
Whatever Anthony was going to do to convince her to stay, he needed to work fast.