Chapter 30 #2
She clamps her fingers around the base of my skull and shoves my head toward her.
I grin against her thigh, her desperation the best thing I've ever felt. I swipe a long, wet stripe up the length of her folds, and I lick every inch of her. She’s so messy that my chin drips with her wetness.
I’m noisy and desperate as I eat her. I fucking can’t get enough.
Her hips are rolling now, restless and insistent, her grip in my hair tightens and she tugs.
"Please—"
I find her clit, standing tall, swollen as fuck, and suck it gently into my mouth.
“Oh God…” she moans.
I slide two fingers inside, my tongue still working her clit. She rides my hand shamelessly, her thighs clamping around my shoulders.
“Give it to me, Rio,” she begs.
I push a third finger inside her and curl them all in deep, pumping in and out, the filthy sound fills the room.
I give her everything. I eat her greedily until she starts to tip over the edge. Her thighs quiver around my ears, her clit pulses under my tongue, and her juices gush around my fingers, soaking my entire hand, leaving a dirty, sexy mess on my sheets.
I hold her through every wave, devouring every drop of her cum, as she makes broken sounds until she goes soft and boneless beneath me.
I don’t want to take my mouth off her, but I do.
She's staring at the ceiling. Chest heaving.
I pull my fingers out slowly, loving the sight of her cream all over them. "The only thing I want more than my fingers in your cunt is my cock there instead."
“Get inside me,” she rasps.
I reach into the nightstand for the condom I wish I had last time. Her pupils are dark and blown when I throw the foil wrapper to the ground, she takes the condom from my fingers, and my dick in her hand.
“I want to put it on you. I need to touch you,” she breathes.
She pinches the tip of the condom and starts trying to roll it down. “It’s too small for you.” She manages to sheath me a bit more. “I think I might be too small for you.”
I guide her hand along my length, urgency sending blood surging from root to tip.
“We’ll make it fit, Princess, all of it. Now spread your legs nice and wide so I can see what you’re offering me.”
She obeys, hands flying to her breasts and rolling her pebbled nipples. I take her in. Her pink, dripping folds. All of her is on display. Fuck, I want her in this bed forever.
I circle the tip of my dick at her entrance. I can’t wait. I thrust up into her tight pussy.
Slow. Achingly, deliberately slow so I feel every inch —her body draws me deeper, the tight grip of her cunt closing around me until I'm fully seated and we're both completely still.
She exhales, shakily. Her hands grip my ass, fingernails digging in with just enough bite.
"Okay?" I manage.
"You're fucking huge," she breathes.
I slam my mouth on hers and swallow her harsh moan, my mind splintering between keeping her here forever and everything waiting to take her from me.
I grip her hip tighter than I should, my other hand wraps around the base of her skull. I drive into her, the pleasure and the fear of losing her making me thoughtless.
My strokes pull tiny sounds from her I feel in my chest.
She hooks her leg around my hip and tilts herself to take me deeper. My vision blurs as I buck up into her.
I didn’t realize I’d closed my eyes, and when I glance down at her again, she's flushed and wrecked and looking at me like I'm the only thing in the world. I lean down to take her neck in my mouth, kissing, biting.
"I'm going to give you everything," My voice comes out rough. "Every last thing I have, Delilah. Until there's nothing left."
I pick up the pace, driving in with more force, more need, because having her right now isn’t enough— I need to leave something of myself with her that she can't give back.
She grabs two handfuls of my ass, forcing more of me into her.
"Harder," she groans. "More."
She wants more. She can have all of me.
I grab the headboard above her for purchase. Her whole body arches up to meet mine. Every stroke is consuming and relentless as I drive up into her.
“Fuck–“ her word dies in her throat. Her pussy flutters and ripples around me.
She comes and pulls me with her, deeper, like her body is trying to keep me.
Her cunt is so tight the room whites out at the edges. My balls draw up, tightening, ready to go.
Her juices make sloppy sounds as I ride her hard, the base of my cock is wet, the creases at her thighs glisten with her cum. The sight of my cock disappearing in and out of her drags me under. I release. My dick jerks inside her as I ride out every last wave until we collapse against each other.
I drop to her side. Our breathing is ragged. My heart is beating too fast, too hard. Nothing in me stops or slows like it should in a moment like this.
I don't want to go back to the offices and the screens and the impossible math of tomorrow. I want to stay exactly here with this woman and let everything else sort itself out without me for once in my life.
Just then, Tina scratches at the base of the bedframe.
Delilah hums. "She has terrible timing.” She tilts her head up toward me.
The flush is still in her cheeks, but I can see it — she's thinking exactly what I'm thinking. Reality is just on the other side of the door, and it doesn't want us to be together.
But worse than tomorrow is that look she wore in the offices — it's still there, half-defeat, half-determination.
The intensity coming off her has my pulse thrumming in my neck. And then she swallows.
Fear explodes in my chest. I don't know what that expression means, but she's about to tell me. It's her decision, her answer to all this chaos. And I'm not going to like it.
"Rio—"
No, Delilah. Don't say it.
"If they don't have the case ready to go by tomorrow—"
A dread I don't have a name for settles in my chest. My body knows the future before I do.
"I'm going back to Luther."