23. Delicious
23
Hadley
Atorrent of warring emotions rage through me as we walk back home, my hand held tightly in Foster’s. Sadness for the childhood he’d endured. Elation at his admission that he’d never wanted anything serious until me.
Me.
And simmering just beneath all that is a nervous anticipation over what might happen when we get home. Will Foster kiss me goodnight, then head to his room, alone? Or will he pull me down onto the couch for another make out session that brings me to orgasm?
Will he finally relent and have sex with me?
Is that what I want? Am I truly ready?
I think I am, but I can’t deny the flutter of butterfly wings in my stomach at the thought. I know it’s supposed to hurt the first time, and it’s not always good for the woman when she loses her virginity. And I don’t want any memory I make with Foster to be tainted with pain and disappointment.
“I can hear you thinking,” he says with a smile as we walk into the house.
“Really?” I ask, forcing a smile to my own lips. “What am I thinking, then?”
Tightening his grip on my hand, he tugs me against him and wraps his arms around me in a tight, warm hug. I rest my cheek against his chest, snuggling into the comfort he’s offering, and he kisses the top of my head.
“You’re freaking out because you think we might have sex tonight.” I stiffen, and he chuckles, holding me tighter. “We’re not, so you can relax.”
Disappointment has me slumping in his arms. I guess that answers my question. Despite my fears, I really did want it to happen. I still do.
“Hey,” he says, pulling back.
I look up at him, and he takes advantage, sealing his mouth to mine in a searing kiss. I part my lips when his tongue presses for entry, and a shiver runs through me as he brushes it against mine in a gentle, erotic dance. My hands fist in his shirt, tugging him closer, and I tilt my head back when his mouth burns a path down to my throat.
“I’m not ready, yet,” he pants out between kisses, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t take great pleasure in making you come.”
I suck in a broken breath as his words shoot electricity straight to my core. My legs tremble, and he picks me up, guiding them around his waist. I can feel his cock pressing into my thigh, and I shift my position until it’s rubbing against the spot I want it most.
“Hadley,” Foster breathes like my name is some ancient, revered prayer.
I tighten my grip when he bursts into movement, carrying me through the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. He sets me on my feet and kisses me while his hands untie the flannel still knotted at my waist. My hands push into his hair, gripping it tightly as I kick off my shoes.
I feel the shirt drop to the floor just before Foster’s hands creep up beneath my tank top. He pushes his palms all the way up, taking the top with them until it’s bunched up over my breasts.
“Hands up,” he says between kisses, and I release his hair to lift my arms into the air.
He pulls the tank top off and tosses it, then steps back to look at me. I fight the urge to cover myself. My stomach pudges out over the waistband of my jeans, and I feel self-conscious, letting him see it.
“Perfection,” Foster breathes, dropping to his knees before me.
I brace my hands against the mattress behind me for support as he works the button and zipper loose on my jeans. He slowly peels the denim down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my thighs. My heart is racing and my underwear are damp as heat spirals through me at his worshipful touches.
Once my feet are free of the denim, he stands. “Lay down on the bed, Hadley.”
His voice is husky and demanding, and I scramble to follow his directions. I climb up and roll onto my back, resting my head on the pillow. Through slitted eyes, I watch as Foster pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside.
I lick my lips as he climbs up and stretches over me, settling his denim-clad hips between my legs as he presses his mouth to mine. He kisses me until my mind goes blank, and I’m nothing but a mass of need and desire. Any nerves I had are long gone, and I unconsciously buck my hips to grind against him.
After what could’ve been a minute or an hour––I have no clue––Foster’s lips leave mine to carve a molten trail down my neck to my chest. Pushing himself up on one elbow, he uses his other hand to quickly and efficiently unsnap the clasp of my bra nestled between my breasts. My nipples pucker as the cool air brushes over them, and a second later, I’m groaning as he covers one breast with his large palm and the other with his hot, open mouth.
He sucks, hard, his own groan vibrating through the sensitive peak before his mouth releases it. Before I can protest, his tongue flicks against the bud, sending fresh sparks of need straight to my core.
“Foster,” I breathe.
“Christ, Hadley,” he says before switching sides to tease the other nipple for a moment. “You’re so fucking delicious. I wonder how the rest of you tastes.”
Before I can process the words, he’s on the move, sliding down toward my feet. His fingers curl beneath the waist of my underwear, quickly tugging them down my legs. My brain finally catches up, and I squeeze my thighs together before shoving my hands down to cover my mound. My entire body heats with embarrassment––no man has ever seen me naked before.
“Don’t hide from me, Hadley,” Foster says, his deep voice snapping me out of my panicked thoughts. When I don’t move or relax, he pushes up onto his knees and stares down at me. “Do you want to stop? Just say the word. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
Do I want him to stop? The throbbing in my core is saying, Fuck, no. Don’t let him stop, dumbass! And if we’re ever going to have sex, which is where I’m still hoping this will eventually lead, Foster’s going to see me naked. Every single inch of me.
Would I want him to hide himself from me when I was trying to bring him pleasure? The mere idea that he’d do that is ludicrous, so why am I?
I hold my breath and slowly move my hands to my sides. Foster smiles victoriously as his hands smooth up my legs, gently pushing them apart as he goes. I close my eyes, my entire body tensing. I know––mostly from my over-sharing friends––that having a man go down on you can be a religious experience, but they never mentioned being embarrassed. Or feeling so…exposed. I suppose I should’ve expected that last part.
I am, in fact, exposed.
“So gorgeous,” Foster murmurs before leaning over to kiss my inner thigh.
My hips buck upward when his breath blows over my most sensitive bits, and Foster quickly slips his arms beneath my thighs. He curls them up and over, holding each thigh in a loose chokehold as he holds them apart. The mattress bounces and shifts as he stretches out on his stomach, then…nothing.
My eyes blink open, but I keep my gaze firmly on the ceiling as I wait breathlessly for something to happen. Seconds tick by, and I slowly start to calm, my rigid muscles softening until I melt into the mattress.
“That’s it, Hadley. Relax,” Foster says, the deep timbre of his voice pulsating through me.
Then I feel his tongue brush lightly over my clit, and I jackknife upright with a shout. “Jesus. Fuck. Oh, my God.”
Foster lifts his head to meet my startled gaze with a secret smile. Then, holding the eye contact, slowly lowers back down to brush his tongue over my clit once more. My eyelids fall, cutting off the sight, but it doesn’t matter. The vision of Foster with his face between my legs will be forever imprinted on my brain.
His grip tightens on my thighs as he licks me again, this time swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit in slow, lazy circles. I fall backward as pleasure streaks from the spot to every corner of my body. My fingers and toes curl into the blanket beneath me, and my lips form soft pleas for more without my intention or permission.
Foster must hear them, because he makes some kind of growling noise deep in his chest as his mouth starts to work in earnest. Licking and sucking at that small bundle of nerves until my pulse pounds in my ears and my body is twitching and convulsing.
I’m out of control.
Completely.
And I fucking like it.
My orgasm rockets through me unexpectedly with very little build up. My shout echoes off the walls and ceiling, and I try to buck away from Foster’s mouth. But he’s still holding me tightly by the thighs, and he refuses to relent, drawing my release out for several long moments.
Just when I think I can’t take another second of this sweet torture, he closes his lips around my clit and sucks. Hard. I scream as another orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart at the seams before sewing me back together again.
Shooting stars flash behind my eyelids. White noise roars in my ears.
I think I might be dying.
It’s a death I’ll gladly endure over and over until the end of time.
“Holy shit,” I breathe when I finally regain a modicum of control over my muscles.
Foster chuckles, pressing a light kiss to my inner thigh before crawling up to stretch out next to me. I open my eyes and turn my head to find him staring up at the ceiling with a wide grin on his face. Feeling my stare, he looks over at me, and we lock eyes for several silent beats.
“That was…”
“Amazing,” he finishes when my words trail off.
He reaches down and tangles his fingers with mine as he looks back up at the ceiling with a contented sigh. I let my gaze trail over his handsome profile before moving down to his bare, gloriously muscled chest. I want to explore those ridges and bumps, especially the ones covering his abdomen and––
Oh, my.
His erection makes an impressive tent beneath the loose denim of his jeans. Some of my euphoria fades as I realize I’ve, once again, taken all the pleasure and given him none in return. As if he senses my train of thought, Foster once again turns his head to look at me with a soft smile.
“I’m fine,” he whispers. “I promise.”
“Don’t you want me to….?” I widen my eyes and nod toward his crotch.
“You can’t even say it, yet, Hadley.” His smile widens and he lifts our joined hands to kiss my knuckles. “We’ll get there, eventually. There’s no reason to rush and every reason to take our time and enjoy the journey.”
I want to argue, to tell him it seems like I’m the only one enjoying this particular journey, but he’s smiling at me with such sincerity, I can’t ruin this moment with an argument. I just nod, and he turns my hand over and presses his lips to the center of my palm, sending fresh shivers through me.
He pushes himself upright and looks down at me, and I suddenly remember I’m buck naked. I feel my cheeks heat as his gaze roves over me. He clears his throat and not-so-subtly reaches down to adjust himself.
“How does ice cream sound?” he asks, returning his gaze to my face.
“Divine,” I say, realizing I’m starving despite our earlier dinner.
“Meet me in the kitchen in ten?” he asks.
“It’s a date,” I reply with a smile.
Nodding, he gets up and walks out, closing the door behind him. I roll over onto my stomach, squealing into my pillow.
That. Was. Fucking. Amazing.
Foster is amazing, and I can’t wait to experience everything with him.