Chapter 34
She’s everywhere. Her hands are on my face, in my hair, gripping my shoulders, nails scratching down my bare chest. If it weren’t for the bite of pain, I’d think I was dreaming.
Delilah’s lips move in tandem with mine, punishing kisses that border on desperation.
Her hips move against mine, my aching dick thickening between us. My hands are as anxious as hers, taking in as much of her body as I can—roaming from her ass, up the slope of her hips and back making her shiver, and into her hair, controlling our kiss.
“Baby, I love you so much. I can’t believe this is happening,” I say into her mouth, unwilling to stop kissing her. I fist her hair and tip her head back, leaving her delicate neck vulnerable.
I lick and kiss and suck down the lithe column, across her collar bones and up to that tender spot behind her ear. She gasps and rolls her hips into me when I take her earlobe between my teeth and bite gently, licking the sting away.
She whimpers with pleasure from my attention. “Is this real? I’ve wanted you for so long, this doesn’t seem real.”
I hold her to me tightly as I stand and flip her to her back on the couch, my hips cradled between her legs.
“Dollface, nothing’s more real than you and me. We were always meant to end up here, it just took us longer than we wanted.” Her arms wrap around my neck and brings my mouth down to hers.
I haven’t been with so many women to be an expert by any means, but I can tell she’s inexperienced from the way she kisses me. It turns me on to be the one to teach her, play with her, and learn with her.
I pull back, not wanting to go too far too fast. She huffs adorably in annoyance and tries to drag me back down.
I sit on my knees between her spread thighs, massaging up her thighs to the crease of her hips, my thumbs teasing beneath the frayed hem of her jean shorts. Her hips tilt upwards seeking more, but I deny her.
“We don’t have to do anything, doll. There’s no rush. Today’s been a lot.” Goddamn it, I hate being the good guy.
All I want is to plow my dick into her until my balls slap her ass, but instead, I’m pumping the brakes.
Her face falls and she withers beneath me. “You don’t…want to…with me?” Delilah’s doubt breaks my heart.
“Baby, all I want is to”—I waggle my eyebrows suggestively—“with you.” Her laugh shoots sparks through my veins.
“I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”
Mischief glimmers in her eyes and I know I’m in trouble. She shrugs and feigns indifference.
“You’re right. I’ll just go to bed and make myself come all over my fingers. Alone. I’ve gotten by for years without your cock. What’s one more night?”
The little she-devil. The word cock coming from my angel—the way her mouth rounds into the perfect “o”—makes mine jump in my pants. She wants to play? I’ll play.
“Is that what you did when I worked nights?”
“Mmhmm. Every night before I went to sleep.”
Fuuuuuck.
“Since you stopped working nights, I touch myself as soon as you leave for work in the morning. The bedroom’s humid from your shower, and all I smell is you,” she taunts.
“That so?” I gulp, struggling to keep control of the conversation. My thumbs no doubt pressing too hard into the crease of her hips.
“Mmhmm. Your side of the bed’s still warm, so I take off my pajamas and lay in your spot, rubbing my bare skin all over the sheets that smell like you.”
I’m so hard I can barely pay attention.
“I make myself come with your pillow between my legs.”
Did I die? I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Remember the day I sent you that selfie from bed?”
Yes of course, I fucking remember, I smashed my hand with a hammer because it’s all I could think about.
“Is that what you were doing? Fucking yourself, texting your best friend?” I ask, afraid to know the answer.
“I tried and tried to come, but I couldn’t. I needed more. You send me shirtless pictures sometimes, so, I returned the favor,” she says confidently, her blush betraying her.
“You needed me between these thighs, baby?” I squeeze them harder, my hands having been mindlessly stroking them. She’s so fucking soft.
“I’ve been going insane since I had you on top of me at the bonfire. I’ve never come so hard, and we were fully dressed. You felt so good, Connor. I wanted you so bad, I was afraid to say anything or move the wrong way for fear you’d stop.”
“I blew in my pants, baby. You think I felt good? You felt fucking incredible. Even as a horny virgin, I never busted in my pants. I didn’t care I was sticky with my own cum, because I finally had you beneath me.”
I pull her by the hips, so her ass is propped up in my lap, spreading her legs even wider, exposing her barely covered cunt to me.
I gently run the back of my knuckles along the seam of her shorts, right along her center and she bucks into my touch, gasping.
“You need me here? That toy of yours not enough since I fucked you into the ground?” The sexiest whimper escapes as I press my knuckles a bit harder into her covered pussy.
“You want this? You want me inside you, baby?” I ask, in disbelief I’ve been granted the opportunity to even ask.
She nods softly, her eyes never leaving mine.
“I’ve waited my whole life to hear you say it, doll. I need you to be a good girl and tell me what you want,” I command gently. Her eyes flash—I think my girl might have a praise kink.
“You like that? You want to be my good girl?” Her pupils overtake the blue of her eyes, and I have my answer.
“What do you want, Delilah?”
“I want you to make love to me,” she says, as easy as breathing.
Goosebumps cover my skin hearing her say those words. I was sure she’d say she wanted me to touch her, make her come, or fuck her.
She wants all those things, but she wants me to love her more.
Suddenly our little game isn’t amusing. I’ll give her whatever she wants.
It just so happens making love to her is all I’ve ever wanted.