51. Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Cedric
“ H ave you thought about what you’d like to do?” Delilah asks while I set the last clean glass on the dish rack.
“In what regard?”
“For work,” she adds. “You can finally do something you actually enjoy, and, I mean, I’m not sure what you can do here with a fancy business degree, and–
“It’s a regular degree,” I say, gently pulling her toward me.
“There’s not even a firm in Fern Port! The closest thing to that is the accountant’s office, probably, but it’s not like we can get rid of Mr. Barnes.”
“I assure you, murder will not be necessary,” I say, taking her face in my hands. “It’s like you said, right? We’ll figure it out. Besides, I have been rather smart about money.”
“Smart?”
“My father is not allowed to touch my earnings. It was part of mum’s conditions. So I suppose you could say I have a small capital to rely on, in the meantime.”
“Oh, well, that’s good. I mean, not that you’re rich, but–Please make me shut up?”
I lean down and touch my lips to hers.
“Delilah,” I whisper against her pink mouth.
“Mmh?”
“I am about to do terrible things to you.”
Her eyes seem to light up at the words, pupils dilated.
“How terrible?” she asks, a mischievous lilt to the words that sends a spark of pure want to my groin.
“We’ll see,” I say before snaking one hand in her hair, pulling her flush against me and our mouths together. We’ve been on the precipice of this for so long. I feel like all it’s done is make my craving for her grow until I can hardly rein it in. She makes a sound in her throat that drives me to the brink of insanity and I pull her up, her arms tangling around my neck as my hands clasp her legs firmly. Her core is grinding against me, her breaths are coming in more ragged, and I feel like I’m about to act more beastly than she could ever become.
I shift to press my tongue against her neck, biting lightly at the tender skin.
“Cedric, please,” she says breathily as her fingers rake across my back .
I start to turn to make for the bedroom, but she pulls lightly on my hair, making me pause.
“Too far,” she says, her eyes darkening deliciously.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt, making sure my grip on her is secure, before I free one arm to sweep the kitchen table of its contents, a small cluster of wooden utensils clattering as they hit the floor. I place the Delilah on the smooth surface as her fingers reach for my belt buckle.
“See? Enthusiastic,” she says, laughing, the joy and lust in her gaze all I could want for the rest of my life.
I let her pull the zipper down as I reach for the hem of her dress.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks.
My eyes widen, because the answer is probably not here , but then the memory of Marcus patting my back pocket forms in my mind, and I pray to whomever the deity of incredible sex is that my hunch is right.
“Bloody bastard,” I say as I pat my pocket and produce a red foil packet. “Never mind,” I add with a shaky laugh as Delilah looks confused for a second, though exceptionally grateful. She swallows visibly before tugging my pants down to find me standing fully at attention beneath my boxers.
“That is lovely,” she whispers, easily pulling her dress off, throwing it in a heap of fabric behind her. The sight of her in nothing but lacy lingerie on the kitchen table nearly undoes me.
“You must truly like me for treating your clothes like that,” I say with my eyes trained on her heaving breasts restrained by the bra, mere seconds before her fingers hook into the elastic of my boxers and pull them down.
“I like you,” she says as her hand takes hold of my length. “And I love you. ”
I groan, her unhurried ministrations making pure fucking starlight burst at the seams of my vision.
“Delilah,” I warn.
“Let me feel you for a minute,” she says, eyes avid on me as I muster enough self control to unbutton my shirt, letting it flutter to the floor. “You’re just so–I love how you feel.”
With those pink cheeks and kiss-bitten lips, it’s a testament to my patience that I can resist the urge to flatten her to the table.
Delilah
I stroke him slowly, even as the fire in my belly threatens to bring me down.
“Delilah,” he breathes again, eyes glazed over. I love my name on his tongue a little more every time he speaks it.
I love it, the way he takes me in–like he wants me, in every way, but also like he cherishes me, in all the ways that matter.
“You keep doing that, and I’m not going to be good for more,” Cedric says roughly.
He reaches out, stroking his fingers across my arms, goosebumps flowering in his touch’s wake.
“Well,” I breathe. “There’ll be plenty of time for me to go down on you.”
“You–fucking shit,” he whispers, corded muscles quivering. It feels a little wicked, this power I have over him. But the promise of everything we can and will do is enough to push the image of my lips wrapped around his cock a thought for later.
I let go of him, snaking my arms around his hips instead to pull him closer .
I lean forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to his sternum, trailing a string of kisses across his toned pecs. “Want you,” I say against his skin. “Now.”
“I’m worrying I might be too harsh,” he says. The thought, inexplicably, thrills me a little.
“Claws and sharp teeth, remember?” I gaze up at him.
“I’ll let you rip me to shreds, then. It’s only fair.”
“Hurry,” I whisper.
He doesn’t need to be told twice as he rolls on the condom.
I shiver against the low sound that scrapes against his throat, and I gasp when he holds onto my back possessively. He gets rid of my panties with his free hand, tugging until they’re completely out of the way. An excited laugh escapes me as he aligns his cock and nudges at my entrance. His breathing grows heavier as his forehead rests against mine, and I take a deep breath, too, adjusting to the sensation.
“So good,” he says, more to himself than to me as he pushes slowly in, blood roaring in my ears.
“Cedric,” I say, pressing my fingers up his shoulders. “I want you as deep as you can get.”
His eyes are black as coals when he looks at me.
“Perfect,” he says, and then slams into me with such force that my vision goes hazy for a second. “Like that?”
“Y-yeah,” I whimper, my nipples pressed against his hard chest, the feeling sending shivers skittering across my entire body.
“You like it rough, don’t you sweetheart?”
I make an affirmative noise, my throat constricting against the most deafening pleasure I have ever felt.
“I’ll give it to you rough, and I’ll–” he groans as he slows down his movements. “I’ll give it to you sweet. Every day, or only when you want it. When you need it. Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
I close my eyes against the words, all the more because I know, I feel that they’re true. Every inch of skin pressing against mine is enough to make a bonfire of my nerve endings.
“Does that feel good?”
“God, yes –”
Cedric pushes my knees higher to get better access, angling himself as he leans back before pushing back in, reaching a spot that makes my mind go entirely blank for a second. His ragged breaths and the sound of my slickness threaten to push me over the edge.
“N-next time, I want you to tie me up with the h-handcuffs,” I say as he pants into my neck.
“What?”
“Yeah,” I continue as he pounds mercilessly into me. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I want you to take me like that.”
Cedric leans back ever so slightly, the tips of our noses touching. “ Anything ,” he says. “Anything you need.”
I nod, and when I surprise him by licking up the column of his neck, he all but ruts into me. “Are you almost there?” he asks.
I nod frantically, one of my hands sneaking down to where our bodies meet. Cedric pulls it away gently, his thumb stroking me instead.
“ Fuck , I’m never leaving, I–couldn’t if I tried.”
I sigh in content, the pressure he’s applying on my clit so perfect I could cry.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask, somehow both in a daze and perfectly aware of every point of contact between us.
“Yeah,” he breathes as his movements begin to shake .
He grunts as he empties into the condom, his fingers not stopping, and I join him a few seconds later. My lips part as my legs spasm where they’re framing his waist, and he holds onto me well after the aftershocks have stopped, nipping gently at the juncture between my neck and shoulder.
As the pounding of our hearts slows down where our chests are pressed together, I lean back, my fingers caressing his jaw.
“You are so good for me,” he says.
“So are you,” I say with a breathy laugh. “Frowns and all.”