De-li-lah.
He rubbed at his chest to ease the ache.
“You like to talk dirty?” When he didn’t answer right away, she laughed again. “I’ve never really done it before but with you, I’m willing to give it a try.”
“No one’s ever said nasty things to you before, Dee?” He was shocked. He could make up a dirty poem about her legs alone, right on the spot.
She shook her head, reaching out to drift her fingers across his cheek, along his lips. He kissed the tips, and she jerked her hand away with a soft giggle. “I’ve never even had a guy tell me he wanted to fuck me before.”
Jealousy reared its ugly green-eyed head, and he pushed it away. He had no business being jealous over some schlumps she’d messed around with in her past. Who was he to judge? To worry? To want to rip their heads off and shove them down the toilet right before he flushed them away for good?
Yeah. What the fuck was wrong with him?
“Well, I want to do more than fuck you.” He needed to shock her. Forget this worrying about her heart along with his. Hearts had no place in what they were about to indulge in tonight. He ran his palm along the gentle curve of her waist, noting the shiver that moved through her at his touch. “I want to kiss every inch of your skin.”
Huh. He meant for that to sound . . . dirtier.
Her eyes glowed in the semidarkness. “I like the sound of that.”
He smiled. “And then I want to nibble on the inside of your thighs.”
“Mmm.” She leaned toward him, a sigh escaping her when he stroked his thumb over her naked hipbone.
“I bet you’d like that, huh? Tease you a little bit, get you nice and wet.” She said nothing in response, and he continued to caress her baby-soft skin. Her belly was smooth and flat, and he slid his hand down, his fingertips grazing her pubic hair. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and his fingers itched to touch her there. Test just how wet she might already be. “I’m dying to taste you, Dee. You want me to go down on you?”
He met her gaze, saw the hesitation on her face. Why? Pretty much every woman he’d ever been with enjoyed his oral skills. Hell, most of the time he believed oral sex was severely underrated.
“I-I don’t know,” she murmured. “I don’t really like it when . . . ”
“A guy eats your pussy?” He said it to shock her, and it worked. Her eyes went big and round and her mouth popped open. Suddenly, the image of him shoving his cock between those perfect lips and demanding she suck him off floated through his brain.
Bet she’d be real good at it too.
“Yeah. That.” She nodded, clearly uncomfortable. “I never, um, get off that way.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m serious!” She made a cute little squirmy motion. “I get uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable how?” He was genuinely curious. Obviously she’d been with the wrong men.
“This is embarrassing,” she muttered, shaking her head. He drew her into his arms, holding her close, her face pressed against his chest. He slid one hand down the length of her back, until he was cupping one perfect ass cheek, and he held her like that. Savoring the feeling of her in his arms, naked and warm. His cock demanded more but he wanted to be patient with her. She deserved that.
Again, a contradiction to how he usually felt when it came to women and sex, but Delilah was proving yet again to be the exception to his normally firm rules.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Tell me.”
“Fine.” She blew out a harsh breath. “I’m always afraid I might, I don’t know, take too long to come? Maybe it smells down there? Maybe it doesn’t taste good? Maybe I’m too wet or making weird noises or . . . crap. I’ve never said this to anyone before.” She tried to jerk out of his hold, but he banded his arms around her, keeping her pinned to him. “Forget I admitted any of this.”
“No way. I can’t. I’m going
He rubbed at his chest to ease the ache.
“You like to talk dirty?” When he didn’t answer right away, she laughed again. “I’ve never really done it before but with you, I’m willing to give it a try.”
“No one’s ever said nasty things to you before, Dee?” He was shocked. He could make up a dirty poem about her legs alone, right on the spot.
She shook her head, reaching out to drift her fingers across his cheek, along his lips. He kissed the tips, and she jerked her hand away with a soft giggle. “I’ve never even had a guy tell me he wanted to fuck me before.”
Jealousy reared its ugly green-eyed head, and he pushed it away. He had no business being jealous over some schlumps she’d messed around with in her past. Who was he to judge? To worry? To want to rip their heads off and shove them down the toilet right before he flushed them away for good?
Yeah. What the fuck was wrong with him?
“Well, I want to do more than fuck you.” He needed to shock her. Forget this worrying about her heart along with his. Hearts had no place in what they were about to indulge in tonight. He ran his palm along the gentle curve of her waist, noting the shiver that moved through her at his touch. “I want to kiss every inch of your skin.”
Huh. He meant for that to sound . . . dirtier.
Her eyes glowed in the semidarkness. “I like the sound of that.”
He smiled. “And then I want to nibble on the inside of your thighs.”
“Mmm.” She leaned toward him, a sigh escaping her when he stroked his thumb over her naked hipbone.
“I bet you’d like that, huh? Tease you a little bit, get you nice and wet.” She said nothing in response, and he continued to caress her baby-soft skin. Her belly was smooth and flat, and he slid his hand down, his fingertips grazing her pubic hair. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and his fingers itched to touch her there. Test just how wet she might already be. “I’m dying to taste you, Dee. You want me to go down on you?”
He met her gaze, saw the hesitation on her face. Why? Pretty much every woman he’d ever been with enjoyed his oral skills. Hell, most of the time he believed oral sex was severely underrated.
“I-I don’t know,” she murmured. “I don’t really like it when . . . ”
“A guy eats your pussy?” He said it to shock her, and it worked. Her eyes went big and round and her mouth popped open. Suddenly, the image of him shoving his cock between those perfect lips and demanding she suck him off floated through his brain.
Bet she’d be real good at it too.
“Yeah. That.” She nodded, clearly uncomfortable. “I never, um, get off that way.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m serious!” She made a cute little squirmy motion. “I get uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable how?” He was genuinely curious. Obviously she’d been with the wrong men.
“This is embarrassing,” she muttered, shaking her head. He drew her into his arms, holding her close, her face pressed against his chest. He slid one hand down the length of her back, until he was cupping one perfect ass cheek, and he held her like that. Savoring the feeling of her in his arms, naked and warm. His cock demanded more but he wanted to be patient with her. She deserved that.
Again, a contradiction to how he usually felt when it came to women and sex, but Delilah was proving yet again to be the exception to his normally firm rules.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Tell me.”
“Fine.” She blew out a harsh breath. “I’m always afraid I might, I don’t know, take too long to come? Maybe it smells down there? Maybe it doesn’t taste good? Maybe I’m too wet or making weird noises or . . . crap. I’ve never said this to anyone before.” She tried to jerk out of his hold, but he banded his arms around her, keeping her pinned to him. “Forget I admitted any of this.”
“No way. I can’t. I’m going
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