Chapter 22
Ben lay awake in his room, trying to ignore his aching cock. That kiss with Delilah—it had been everything he wanted, and everything he didn”t deserve. Her vanilla scent had made him think of peaceful, contented hours in the kitchen, and her sexy smile had lit up his senses. He hadn’t been able to look away.
And those perfect, creamy tits were even more gorgeous than he’d dreamed.
Hours had passed, and the house was perfectly quiet. The tiny cock-blocker living in Delilah”s room hadn”t woken up since. And yet Ben still couldn”t sleep.
He heard Delilah get out of her bed, probably to check on the baby. But then her footsteps continued. He lay still, listening. Was she hungry? He could get up and fix her something to eat. He had discovered that one of his favorite things in the world was feeding her. It probably had less to do with his love for the kitchen and more to do with the malnourished look she had sported when he’d first met her.
Her footsteps weren’t going to the kitchen, though. In fact, she had stopped right outside his bedroom. He stared at the closed door, hating it for the barrier it presented.
But then there came a soft knock.
Ben scrambled out of bed and in a hoarse voice asked, ”Is everything okay?”
”Everything”s fine,” she said, her voice quiet.
He opened his door and there she stood. She was still wearing the little tank top she’d had on earlier, and the same soft sweatpants. He wouldn”t have thought sweatpants could be sexy until he met Delilah. He inhaled softly, trying to scent her mood. The aroma of her desire filled his nostrils. It nearly knocked him the fuck over.
In a strangled voice, he said, ”Delilah?”
She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and reached for him.
It was all the invitation he needed. He gathered her into his arms and crowded her against the doorjamb. She kissed his neck, her mouth soft and warm, until he bent his head to meet her lips with his. She moaned softly against his mouth. His cock was painfully hard and he tried to relieve it by pressing it against her stomach, but that wasn”t enough. He needed more, but only if...
”Delilah, do you want this?” he asked, struggling to breathe.
”Yes.”
One word, and it held so much power.
He bent slightly and hooked his arm around her knees, then swung her up into the air and carried her to the bed. He looked into her eyes as he set her down on the sheets. The chocolate depths of her irises seemed to swirl in the darkness.
She reached for him again, caressed his biceps and tugged him toward her. He lowered himself onto the mattress. All his dreams were coming true in this moment. Now that he had her in his bed, what would he do with her first?
Please her. Make her want more. Make her want to stay.
He kissed her mouth, tasting her need and excitement. So warm, so soft. She opened her mouth for him eagerly and he stroked his tongue inside. She tried to pull him to her, but he was too big and all she ended up doing was moving herself closer to him. She rubbed her body against his. The fabric of her tank top touched his skin. More skin, he thought. He wanted to feel all of her. Tugging at the hem of her shirt, he pulled away from their kiss long enough to grunt, ”Off, now.”
She sat up slightly and he helped her work the fabric over her head.
”Glorious,” he said, his hands immediately going to her breasts. He ran his fingertips gently over the nipples, which had already hardened into little peaks. She writhed and hooked a leg over his. It put her pussy right against his cock. Too many clothes. Her heat was tantalizingly close, but he couldn”t quite reach it.
He kissed the trail from her mouth, down over her chin, down to her neck. She moaned and writhed against him—he’d found an area she liked. He lingered there, biting and sucking, wanting to please her more.
But he couldn”t stay there for long. He didn”t know how much time they had, because the baby could wake up at any moment. And he still wanted to please her, satisfy her. He wanted everything for her and he didn”t know how to tell her that, so he would have to show her. He trailed kisses from her neck to her beautiful breasts and then down her stomach. As he traveled farther, he hooked his thumbs into the side of her sweatpants and panties and shoved them down her legs.
”Ben,” she gasped.
He was dragging his lips across her hipbone when she said his name, and he looked up immediately. ”Still want this?”
”Yes, please, yes.”
He kissed across her thighs and over to her curls. Her pussy was glistening with her arousal and he took a long lick. So good. He had never tasted anything so good.
She was moving her hips too much, trying to get more, so he held her thighs in place and started licking her again in earnest. Her breathy gasps were all the encouragement he needed, but he sure as fuck enjoyed the way she said his name every few seconds. He thrust his tongue inside her, coating his face with her essence. She brought her hands down and curled her fingers in his hair, trying to press him closer, take more.
She could have it. She could have whatever she wanted. He would give it to her in a heartbeat. He let go of one of her thighs and worked a finger into her pussy. She was spasming erratically around him. She was close to coming, so he added a second finger.
”Ben,” she gasped. ”Ben, please. I’m—I”m coming.”
Her pussy clenched around his fingers and he didn”t stop licking her, not until she finally yanked his head away from her and giggled.
”Too much at the end,” she said, laughing. Then she gripped his shoulders, urging him up her body. She kissed him, not seeming to mind her taste on his lips.
”I want you inside me,” she said.
He was ready to surge forward and take her, but then he remembered. ”Want to keep you safe.”
He reached over and rummaged in the top drawer of his nightstand until he found one of the foil packets. Delilah peppered kisses across his neck and chest while he fumbled to open it. He sat up on his knees to place it over his cock.
He saw Delilah”s eyes go wide.
”Well,” she said. ”I could feel it was big but, damn.”
He tried not to preen. ”Glad you approve.”
”If I hadn”t had a baby, I wouldn”t think it could possibly fit.”
He lay back over her and kissed her, then said, ”Do you want to be on top? Then we could go as slow or fast as you want.”
She nodded, so he grabbed her and flipped the two of them over in one smooth motion. She gasped, then giggled. And then she gasped again when he settled her right over his cock.
She was looking at him with such a tender expression in her eyes, it twisted his heart.
”Whenever you”re ready,” he said.
”I think I was ready a week ago,” she said as she slowly slid back. She gripped his cock, guiding it inside of her.
Ben groaned. ”Fuck,” he said. ”Fuck, you feel so good.”
Delilah”s eyes fluttered shut and she nodded. ”So full.”
She had to pause several times as she lowered herself. Her thighs shook with the effort, so he held her hips, helping to balance her. She breathed in and out, her chest heaving. Those glorious breasts were on display right in front of him. Her beautiful eyes were closed in concentration.
”You okay?” he asked.
”Yeah, this is good. So good.”
She was fully seated on him, encasing him in her heat.
”Will you look at me?” he asked, his voice gruff.
Her beautiful brown eyes popped open and locked on his. She fell forward, her hands coming to his chest to help give her balance. He kept one hand on her hip and brought the other to one of her breasts.
It felt incredible, her slow rocking motion as she found her rhythm. Her breathing got faster and faster. He had to hold back, he wanted her to come again before he did.
He could tell that she was getting close. He pumped his hips, working in tandem with her movements. Her mouth fell open and her pussy clenched around his cock.
“Ben,” she wailed helplessly. “Again, I’m coming—again.”
He couldn”t resist—he sat up so he could kiss her, as soon as their lips met, his orgasm tore through him. The aftershocks of Delilah”s climax created a rhythmic pulsing around his cock, milking him for everything he had. Their lips pressed together, their breaths intermingling. Ben fell back, bringing Delilah with him.
She lay across his chest, her blond hair fanning over his arm. He sat up slightly so he could brush a kiss against the top of her head.
”That was so good,” she murmured.
He hadn”t deserved that pleasure—any of it—but for the first night in a long time, he fell asleep without regrets.