24. Blake
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
blake
“ D O YOU WANT ME to keep the shirt on?”
Delaney’s fingers toyed with the hem of the U of M shirt, ready to take it off at my command.
I felt like I had the whole universe in my hands.
This was too much power, more than any man should have.
But if any man was going to have the ability to strip Delaney down with his words alone, better fucking believe it was going to me.
Still, that didn’t mean I knew how to answer the question. The possession that ripped through me when I saw her in my shirt was undeniable. But on the other hand, I was dying to see her bare, with nothing to cover the flush I planned on spreading across her entire body.
I shook my head, realizing she was waiting on my answer. “That’s an impossible decision.”
Delaney’s lips curved. “Then I’ll just keep it o?—”
“No.”
As soon as she suggested it, my whole being vetoed the idea of her keeping any bit of clothing on.
I needed to see her. I’d never forgive myself if this was my one opportunity to see Delaney stripped naked and I’d let it go.
“Take it off,” I grunted.
I studied the curve of Delaney’s lips as she said, “Okay, Blake.” So soft, so gentle, but so fucking seductive when combined with the way she looked down at me, lifting the hem of the shirt an inch at a time. Her long, blonde hair framed her face, still damp from her shower. I’d never in my life seen anything sexier, and when the shirt lifted higher, I swore I felt my heart palpitate. The curves of her breasts were exposed little by little, sending me into orbit with anticipation.
“Delaney.” I dug my fingers into her hips, desperate. “I can’t do this.”
“What?”
She stilled, and I took advantage of her momentary confusion, stealing the shirt from her hands and ripping it up and over her head. I threw it to the ground.
Delaney blinked at me, and then her lips parted into a slow smile.
“Someone’s impatient.”
“You have no fucking idea, Lane. I—” I stopped my words, gritting my teeth. I’d confessed far too many things recently. I didn’t need her to know the extent of how long I’d been wanting this—wanting her .
And now she was sitting here, straddling my lap, naked.
It didn’t feel like my heart was pumping enough blood to keep my body alive, and my breaths started coming in short spurts. I knew, in the back of my head, that I was experiencing symptoms of some kind of cardiac catastrophe, but I couldn’t get myself to give a shit. I’d die a happy fucking man after seeing Delaney like this.
My hands started drifting up her sides, uncontrolled, needing, wanting.
“Can I touch you?” I breathed.
Needed to touch her.
Needed to taste her.
My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, and I wondered if I was having a neurological malfunction, too. My thoughts were incoherent, a jumbling mess that consisted only of experiencing more of this woman in the way I’d always dreamed of.
Fuck, that wasn’t even true.
I’d never dared to dream that this would happen.
So pretty. So perfect. So pink, her nipples were so pink. And hard, begging to be pinched.
“Please,” she whispered, and my hands were all over her, palms cupping her breasts, thumbs drifting over her nipples. Her body molded to my touch like an artist had sculpted us with each other in mind. Meant to be. I knew I shouldn’t get ahead of myself, but fuck if it didn’t feel like this was meant to be.
“Lane…” Finding the words I needed was so hard. “Dear God, Lane, let me taste you.”
There, yes, that was what I wanted.
“Take your shorts off, and I’ll consider it.”
Christ, Delaney.
The way she was so confident about this, about what was happening, gave me hope. And drove me fucking wild, too.
I’d never stripped down so quickly. Delaney helped, shucking my shorts off as fast as she could, and as soon as they were tossed to the ground with my underwear, I was leaning forward, my lips finding her. First her shoulder, then her collarbone, and eventually, the swell of her breasts. Delaney arched forward, begging for more, urging my mouth to finally wrap around her nipple, sucking and licking, and shit , the sounds she was making caused my dick to stiffen that much more. It was painful and glorious all at once.
Delaney leaned into me, letting me switch from one nipple to the other, lavishing my mouth over her breasts while my hands wandered her body. She squirmed beneath my touch, and every slight move she made caused her bare pussy to graze my cock. I watched her touch that pussy last night, and then I got to bury my face in it afterward, and while all of that was earth-shattering, it was nothing compared to feeling her like this.
“Inside you,” I panted, forcing myself to lie back down so I stopped distracting her. “Need to be inside you. I can’t wait any longer, but I promise I’ll be so fucking good to you, Delaney.”
“Yes, need you,” she agreed, looking dazed as she slid forward over my cock, coating it with arousal.
I broke out in a sweat.
I’d never known hunger and desire like this before in my goddamn life.
Christ , I wasn’t going to make it.
Especially when she bit down on her lip, moaning when we connected just right. Still, I tried. Tried to keep it together. I kept my eyes on her gorgeous face and those brilliant blue eyes even as I felt her hand wrap around my shaft, repositioning us.
Somewhere in my spellbound brain, reality made a brief appearance.
“Condom, Delaney,” I rasped. “Fuck, I don’t even know if I have one, but I can look.”
“We don’t have to.” She shook her head, looking baffled upon having her exploration of my cock interrupted. “It’s up to you. I’m clean.”
“Same.” I exhaled with relief. Until she dragged my tip between her legs, and liquid heat erupted inside me. She was so…so, fuck . “Do you have any idea,” I choked out, “how fucking wet your pussy is for me right now?”
“Yes, I do,” she admitted breathlessly. She blinked down at me with eyes that were anything but innocent. “I told you I wanted you.”
She could repeat that a million times, and I’d never get sick of hearing it.
I had to clear my throat before I could speak, and even then, it came out low, gravelly. “And I told you to take me.”
Delaney’s body vibrated with tension as she stroked my length from top to bottom, eyes growing wide. I hissed through my teeth, not wanting her to stop because I knew she was familiarizing herself with my body, preparing herself for what was about to happen. But waiting was so fucking hard.
Literally.
“Blake.” I nearly fainted from how she said my name. “You’re so…will you fit?”
“Yeah, baby,” I reassured. “I will. You can take it.”
Her breathing picked up, and I couldn’t tell if she was anxious or eager. So I added, “I promise, Lane. Just…go slow if you need to.”
I wasn’t sure why I was encouraging her to torture me more.
Actually, that was a lie.
I knew why.
Delaney’s well-being and comfort would always come before mine. Even if it drove me to my goddamn wit’s end.
Her bright gaze found mine, our eyes locked as she did exactly as I told her. She took me, slow and measured, her lips parting with a gasp as she sank onto me, letting me slide deeper and deeper. Shit. It was agonizing and amazing, the first taste of friction and my first dip into unprecedented bliss.
There was nothing before her and nothing after her that would ever feel as perfect as this. She was the end-all and be-all of everything I had ever wanted.
“Good girl,” I praised, my voice a husky mess. “You’re doing so good. You know that, right?”
Delaney nodded, emitting a tiny whimpering noise as she concentrated on what she was doing, hands braced on my chest, tits pushed together.
Fuck , she was so hot. So gorgeous. How was I supposed to do this?
Clearly, I was a glutton for torture because the next murmured words out of my mouth were, “I’m not all the way in yet. Just a little more, baby. You can do it.”
With one final movement, she sank all the way down. Fuck . Bottomed out inside her, I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. It was all I could do. Watch the ceiling fan go round and round, trying to count the number of times it turned. But it was impossible.
“Blake?”
“Same problem as last night,” I managed to get out, hardly able to talk with how paralyzed by pleasure I felt. “Watching you is too…Lane, the way you look seated on my cock is…” I shook my head. I didn’t have words for it.
“What do you want me to do?” Her voice came through as strained as mine. Like it could be plucked and played like a fiddle.
“Nothing. Everything. Fuck .”
“Can I move?” She sounded like she was begging, and holy shit . Delaney begging to fuck me was the pinnacle of my existence—nothing could ever top it. “I think I need to move. You feel…”
“Please say good.”
“ So good.”
“Thank God. Ride me, sweetheart,” I begged. My turn. “Please. Use me however you want.”
“But I want you to feel good, too.”
“I’m inside you, Delaney. I’m in fucking heaven.”
Delaney relented, experimenting with sliding up and down my erection, and a moan broke through my lips. More heat unraveled in my gut, taking over. More sweat broke out across my skin, a feverish need. And she’d barely even moved.
“Can you look at me?” she asked, her breathing erratic. And then more steadily, “I want you to watch me.”
Delaney being bold enough to ask for something that she wanted—and in the bedroom, no less—was something I could never deny.
I took a few seconds to even my breathing, bring my body back down to a point where I knew I could hold out, make this last, make it good. Give her everything she wanted. Which, right now, was to look at her. So I did, flashing a wicked grin while taking in her gorgeous face. “Between last night and now, I think I’ve figured out what one of your kinks is.”
She blushed. “Well, I…”
I shook my head. She didn’t need to be embarrassed. I wanted to hear more about what she wanted. I wanted to hear everything. Needed to hear it. “It’s okay, Lane.”
“I also just like to see your expression,” she said with a shrug and then came down on my cock even harder, throwing her head back with a groan before peering down at me, a smirk on her lips when she saw the way my jaw had dropped. “I like to see how you’re feeling.”
“I promise you, Delaney London…” Delaney London, Delaney London, Delaney London. “Being inside you feels better than anything I can ever remember. You’ve barely even moved yet, and this is the most erotic experience of my life.”
Her lips parted, and fuck, I wanted to kiss them. “That can’t be true.”
I couldn’t reach her lips with mine, so I ran my hands up her body and brushed my fingers over her mouth instead. She trapped my ring finger between her lips, sucking slightly, and I couldn’t help it; I canted my hips upward, needing to sink further into her. Delaney released my finger on a gasp, her eyes growing bright in a way that told me I’d found the spot that would end her when she was ready.
“You can believe whatever you want to believe,” I said shakily. “I don’t care. But I need you to just stop thinking and fuck me, Lane.”
I needed Delaney to fuck me because I knew I couldn’t fuck her. I didn’t trust that I could stay controlled enough without completely unraveling. Without baring my entire fucking soul while I got lost in her.
I needed her to get lost in me instead.
“I can do that,” she breathed, and then Delaney rolled her hips back and forth with a sensual rhythm, proving what I’d suspected: all those years of dance had given her the skills that I wanted to spend a long time exploring. And then she paused that movement, switching to riding my cock up and down, and I clenched my jaw to keep from sputtering out unintelligible words.
“ Blake ,” she moaned.
She moaned my name while fucking me, and I would forever know satisfaction.
“Just like that,” I panted.
“Yeah?” Her eyes lit up, and I realized how much she liked the praise, craved the feedback, the reassurance. I’d happily give her more of that.
I grabbed her hips, helping her keep the pace. “Yeah, that’s perfect, baby.”
Delaney rode harder, and I encouraged her, my grip tightening, urging her thrusts on.
“So good,” she muttered, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Oh my God , Blake, it’s so…”
Her words trailed into a moan, and she picked up the pace even more, her perky, perfect breasts bouncing as she clenched around my dick. Holy hell.
“I know,” I groaned. “I know exactly what it is, Lane.”
I drove my hips upward to meet her, and when a sharp gasp flew from her lips, I knew I’d found that spot again. And I knew she was close. Trailing one of my hands from her hip to where we were joined, I slid a finger between her legs, finding her clit and teasing it with consistent, soft flicks.
“ Oh —” Delaney leaned forward, pressing closer to my chest. She flexed her hips repeatedly, keeping a steady beat with her body as she sought more from me. “Oh, yes.”
Her breathy whimpers were doing things to me I couldn’t even comprehend, but I also knew what they meant, and I knew I couldn’t stop. I knew I had to keep going, take her all the way.
“Blake, please .”
Her face contorted as I watched her soar toward her peak. She kept saying my name, over and over again, and I kept cataloging the sound in my brain to remember forever. Her lashes fluttered shut, her lips pressing together. There was a look of concentration that I knew I shouldn’t interrupt, but fuck, I had to. Because now I understood where she’d been coming from earlier.
“Look at me when you come, Delaney,” I commanded.
She immediately opened her eyes at my tone.
“You wanted me to watch you, so let me watch you. All of you. I don’t want to miss a single thing when you come on my cock.”
Delaney gave a tight little nod as she bit down on her lip. One of her hands found my hair, dragging her fingers through it and then tugging .
“God, I love your hair,” she panted unexpectedly, and I reveled in the desperation in her voice, grinning.
“You can hold on to my hair while fucking me like this any goddamn day, baby.”
A throaty sigh left her, and I felt the way her tight walls fluttered around me. Oh, fuck yeah. I kept steady, rubbing her clit as she rode me harder.
“Blake, I’m going to?—”
Yes, yes, yes.
Delaney broke off before she could finish the sentence, but that was okay.
“I know,” I whispered, leaning forward to press my lips to her throat. I wanted to feel the vibrations of her cries when she came for me.
I felt her body seize up a second before she even made a sound. Her pussy pulsed in waves, strangling my cock in the most beautiful way. And then Delaney fell apart with a gasping cry, my name on her lips. My name. Her lips. I could feel the orgasm ripping through her as she shook on top of me, and only once she began to slump, sated and satisfied, did I pull my fingers from between her legs.
And then promptly sucked them into my mouth.
Tasting her when I was this fucking desperate probably wasn’t a good idea.
“Holy shit, Delaney. I’m gonna—” My words descended into a growl when Delaney fell forward onto me. I could feel the brush of her nipples on my chest and the tickle of her damp hair like a halo around my head. And then she continued to pump her hips, causing stars to fill my vision.
She leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I know.”
“Can I?” I asked, teetering on the edge of unleashing a different side of me. I started driving my hips up, thrusting into her as I chased my release. “Are you gonna let me fill this pussy up?”
She sucked at a sensitive spot on my neck. “Yes. I wanted it on the plane, and I still want it now.”
“Yes, Lane?” Her consent made me dizzy. “You want me to fill your tight cunt with my cum?”
“Mhm,” she hummed. “I want you to let go, Blake. I want you to fuck me like your wife.”
That was it.
I flipped us over, flung Delaney’s legs over my shoulders, and drove home.
“You are my wife.” I snapped my hips against hers again and buried myself as deeply as I could.
A pleasure-soaked cry sprang from Delaney’s lips, her eyes sparkling with a familiar look, and the realization that Delaney liked it a little rough was all I needed to relinquish some of my control.
“ Yes ,” Delaney said, a breathy agreement that meant the goddamn world to me.
My wife.
“Friends don’t fuck like this, Delaney,” I reminded her, thrusting again. And then again, until she got that idea lodged in that big, beautiful brain of hers.
She nodded while gasping for air, and even that tiny acknowledgment of the truth overwhelmed me, yanking on my heartstrings in new ways, ones that went beyond my understanding.
I thought I knew everything there was to know about hearts and Delaney. And the intersection of the two.
Delaney grabbed at my shoulders, her nails digging in as she urged me for more, and I gave it to her. I gave everything to her while taking at the same time, getting lost in her again and again and again until I could feel the beads of sweat rolling down my back and the only sounds in the room were our rough gasps, Delaney’s repeated soft pleading, and our skin slapping together.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I praised, smacking my hips so hard against hers that Delaney’s jaw dropped and one hand grabbed the headboard above her, holding on as I delivered another thrust. “You take me so fucking good.”
“Don’t stop,” she begged, as if I even knew how.
“Never,” I promised. “Is this how my girl likes it? She likes it when her husband fucks her hard?”
“ Yes .”
“Is her husband going to make her come again?” Even harder thrusts separated each one of my words because I’d lost it. I’d lost almost every shred of control I had. Fuck, this woman. “ Please come, Lane. I need to feel it again. God, you have no idea what you fucking do to me.”
I watched Delaney’s lips part, but no sound came out. A silent scream that I took to mean another yes . So I kissed those lips hard before moving to her neck and the sweet curve of it, breathing in the scent of her. Her . I was so utterly obsessed with her, and in this moment, when I was on the brink of losing it all, she was the only thing I knew. All my brain could scream was mine .
“ Yes , Delaney,” I gasped. Because she was all I could think about. “ God , I l?—”
I forced back words I absolutely should not be saying, not yet, instead biting the curve of Delaney’s neck as I reached my climax. The heat running wild in my body finally crested, and I was left to surf the fiery waves. I came hard, with an intensity I’d expected but took my breath away all the same, and then Delaney surprised me by crying out a beat later, her body shaking beneath mine from a second orgasm, one that seemed even stronger than the first.
Our chests heaved against each other as we both tried to slow our breathing. But then our eyes caught, and I wasn’t sure how that would ever be possible. When she looked at me like that—like she could see me, all of me, the only one who really could—how was I ever supposed to move on?
Delaney started roaming my back with her hands, almost like she was trying to soothe me, and all I wanted to do was melt into her. But I also didn’t want to crush her beneath my weight. So I gently moved her legs from my shoulders and lifted myself off her, letting my cock slowly slide from her filled pussy. Delaney whimpered, her body twitching, oversensitive.
I sat back on my knees, looking down at her in awe. More specifically, looking down at my cum dripping from between her legs. Wordlessly, I used two fingers to swipe it back up her inner thighs and push it back into her pussy, where it belonged.
Where I knew she wanted it.
She hummed her satisfaction, proving that point.
When I did this on the plane, Delaney joked about babies and then brushed off my comment about how it would never scare me to see her pregnant. But that was okay. She could pretend I said that because I’d always wanted kids and not because it was her having my kids. It wasn’t reality, but maybe one day, I’d tell her the truth of it: that watching my cum drip out of her was making me feral.
“I’m a little scared,” Delaney whispered.
I stilled in my thoughts on pregnancy. “Why? Delaney, I—you are on birth control, right? I’d never—without your?—”
“No.” She shook her head and pulled at my arm, leading me back down onto the bed. Our heads hit the pillows, facing each other. “I’m on birth control, Blake. That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
She bit down on her lip like she was debating whether or not to tell me. And I was about ready to plead with her when she admitted, “It was too…good. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
An understatement, in my opinion. But her saying that had me floating on cloud nine all the same.
I thought about what to reply while I threaded my fingers through her hair. It was messy and wild and perfect.
“That’s because I know you. I know how to read you. And you can trust me. You can let yourself go and ask for what you want.”
And because we fit together—a perfect, two-piece puzzle.
One that made all the sense in the world.
Delaney pursed her lips. Her swollen, puffy, gorgeous lips. They momentarily distracted me until she spoke again.
“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “I think it’s more than that, though. I think there’s…something else, too.”
The world around me momentarily ceased to exist. Somewhere in the far distance, the sea stilled along the shore, and everything was silent. Everything but Delaney’s stilted breathing and the shuffling of linen as she pulled the covers over her body, snuggling into the bed as though she hadn’t just altered my existence.
“Glad you’re finally catching up,” I muttered, but Delaney’s eyes were already closed.
And I wasn’t sure if she heard me.