Chapter 16
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I ’m expecting the encounter with River to mean the end of the night, but it isn’t.
It shouldn’t surprise me, but by the time we pull into the driveway, Delta is laughing and feeding me French fries.
“I swear, I’m okay. I’m glad I stood up to him,” she insists as we get out of the car, walking hand in hand toward the dark house.
I had Elliot take the dogs, and I’m especially grateful for it when I turn on the lights and I’m greeted by a sweet, lingering kiss from my girlfriend rather than three enormous balls of fur flying at me.
I groan, dropping the food onto the entryway table so I can pull her against me. “That certainly seemed okay.”
Our lips meet again and I gather her face in my hands, letting the urgency build. I didn’t want tonight to be about sex. After all the shit I put her through, Delta deserves to be romanced, damn it.
My girl doesn’t seem to mind, though, because it’s not long before our kisses have turned frantic and her hands are roaming over my chest and shoulders like she can’t decide where to touch first.
“Do you need something, baby?” I mumble in between increasingly desperate kisses, loving the way she leans in after me whenever I pull away.
A breathy moan is all the response I get, and I have to chuckle at her gasp when I turn us, pressing her into the nearest wall.
My erection already throbbing and painfully hard against her stomach.
We’re both panting when we break apart, Delta gazing up at me through hazy, hooded eyes. She snakes one hand between us, rubbing my cock through my pants. “I don’t just want the tip this time.”
Fuck, yes. Though god knows the image of Delta coming on just the head of my dick while begging me to fuck her all the way, will turn me on until I’m on my deathbed.
“You think you can take it all?” My hips jerk forward, grinding mindlessly into her touch. I’ve been throbbing with need from the moment I saw her standing on those steps in the pretty dress I bought for her. “It might hurt, baby.”
She keeps stroking me, and I know I’m swimming directly into dangerous waters.
The fantasies I’ve had about her aren’t for a twenty-one-year-old virgin getting her first introduction to sex.
She might not be interested in the same things I am, might not be turned on by the edge of pain or the possessive, primal impulses she brings out in me. I should be taking this slow.
As though she knows what I’m thinking, Delta trembles, her hot breath ghosting over my throat as her hands move to fumble with my belt. “I want it to. I don’t—I don’t want you to hold back. I need all of you.”
I let out a long hiss, trying to keep a handle on the lust now searing through my veins. “You’ve thought this through.”
A small, warm hand finds its way beneath the waistband of my boxers and wraps around my shaft, stroking tentatively up and down.
“I have,” she hums, and I see a flash of wickedness in those stormy eyes that makes pre-cum bead at the head of my cock.
She swipes her thumb over it, and it’s my turn to gasp.
“I used to lie in bed at night and fuck myself with my vibrator, wishing it was you.” Pre-cum is dripping freely from my slit now and I hiss when her grip tightens, my hips jerking forward.
“I like it when I can feel the ache later.”
It’s almost too erotic to imagine Delta naked in her bed, a little toy clutched in her hand, working so hard to make it hurt the way she instinctively knows she needs it to. My poor girl, aching and empty for so long, needing me.
“Did you do that a lot?” I ask, keeping my voice flat, low, and unimpressed. She’s trying to get a reaction out of me, and I won’t let her have it. Not yet.
Her grip on my cock tightens, stroking me faster.
She’s getting the hang of it, and I’d love to push her to her knees and teach her how to suck me the way I like, but tonight I have other things on my mind.
“Almost every night,” she admits, her voice hitching.
“I thought about how good it would feel for you to use me however you wanted, to be helpless and just—just having to take whatever you gave me. Even if it hurt. Especially if it hurt.”
I reward her with a soft, almost chaste kiss, my entire body strumming with pent up need. It surges through my veins like electricity, growing stronger with every stroke of her hand over my length.
She has no idea, no way of knowing, that her words are fulfilling my fantasies, too.
How many times have I imagined a scenario just like this one?
Delta coming to me and begging for me to fuck her, telling me how badly she aches for it and that I can do anything I want if I only give her what she needs to feel better.
My hand drifts up her side, almost casually, and wraps loosely around her throat.
Against the wall like this, it’s barely any effort at all to push forward and steal her breath.
She’s not the only one who is capable of testing the waters. I have to see, need to be sure . I love her far more than my own dark impulses, and if this isn’t what she wants, I’ll drop my hand and never try it again.
Delta does want it, though. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips parted, and as I slip a hand beneath the ruffled hem of her dress, I find her so wet that she’s soaked through the tiny pair of panties she’s wearing.
“You do like this, huh?” I barely recognize my voice.
It’s so rough. “Do you want me to bend you over my bed and fuck your virginity away, baby? Is that what you need?” I spank her pussy sharply, and she quivers against me, sucking in a ragged gasp as I let the hand holding her throat relax.
For a moment, we stare at each other in the darkened house, panting.
“Now,” I growl, and Delta tears away from me in an instant, darting toward the staircase.
I give her a head start, shrugging out of my coat and hanging it in the entryway closet before strolling after her.
The control I have over both of us is a heady rush, and despite wanting to take the steps two at a time, I force my pace to remain even.
On the wood floors, I’m positive she can hear the echo of my measured steps growing nearer, and I stop on the landing to pick up her discarded boots.
My bedroom door is ajar, and my eager girl is standing by the bed, kicking her dress away across the floor.
I let her finish stripping, watching from the doorway as she shimmies out of her lace panties and bra eagerly.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I offer mildly, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt and rolling them back with practiced ease.
“I’m happy to fuck you like a gentleman.
I can light candles. Go out to get some rose petals. ”
I don’t expect her to accept, not with the way her thighs press together and nipples pebble under my gaze as I rake my eyes over her body.
Sure enough,Delta shakes her head. She watches through hooded eyes as I move further into the room, a predator stalking his prey.
When I reach her, I take her breasts in my hands, brushing my thumbs back and forth over her tight nipples.
It’s beyond sexy how she bows her back into my touch, needing more.
“I don’t want a gentleman, I— ah. ” Her voice is barely more than a whisper and turns to a squeak when I pinch her savagely. Drawing a shaky breath, she runs her hands up my chest, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. “I want to get lost in you.”
The words hit me hard. They weren’t what I was expecting, but, oh, I can make that happen.
“Whatever you want, birthday girl.” I claim her lips with mine again, savoring the dark thrill of anticipation crawling up my spine.
How long has it been since I wholly let myself go?
Have I ever? There’s just one more order of business.
“I’m not going to come inside you again,” I say it out loud to hold myself accountable.
Who knows what kind of lust-drunk haze my mind will be in soon.
This is too important to leave up to chance.
Delta pouts, her eyes on my chest as the last button of my shirt gives away and I allow her to slide it off my shoulders onto the floor. “I liked it.”
My cock twitches. “Did you?”
She nods, kissing the place above my heart as her hands move to pull my belt from its loops and toss it to the floor with a clatter. “I woke up with my thighs all sticky. It felt like I was yours.”
“You are mine,” I growl, and she gasps as I fist her hair, pulling her head back so she’s forced to look at me and not my fucking dick. “We need to wait until after your appointment next week, baby. Getting pregnant would be a bad idea if your hip is still as unhealthy as it was.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I can tell in her eyes how badly she wants that. We’re moving at warp speed, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ve wasted enough time. “It’s not, I promise. I’ve felt great?—”
I cut her off with a searing kiss, backing us toward the bed before she can start begging for me to come in her.
She might already be pregnant. I got carried away, and we were careless last night.
There’s nothing I want more than to build a family together, but waiting is what’s best for her and I will always do what’s best for Delta.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I murmur against her lips and she gasps as I grip her waist, turning her around and pushing her roughly over the edge of the bed.
She barely has time to lift her head before I’ve fallen to my knees, holding her beautiful ass open with both hands so I can see every inch of her.
Leaning forward, I lick her decadently, my mind fogging at the taste of her and the sound of her breathy little whines.
“That’s so good,” she moans, lifting one leg onto the mattress, offering herself up for more.
Fuck.