to show you just how amazing you really are.” He released his hold on her and pushed her back so she was lying on the bed, those big brown eyes blinking up at him. “Relax, baby.” He ran his fingers across her collarbone, then down, along the tops of her breasts, teasing her nipples. “Let me show you how good this can be.” Between us , he almost added. But he didn’t.
She nodded and remained quiet, which was very un-Delilah-like. Not that he was complaining.
Her compliancy, he had to admit, was a total turn-on.
He kissed her neck, her chest, her small breasts. Drew his tongue in tight circles around one nipple, then the other, before pulling the first one into his mouth and giving it a deep suck. She cupped the back of his head, holding him to her as he continued to suck and lick her nipples, her fingers tight in his hair and making him wince. But he didn’t mind. Her moans and the way she shifted beneath him indicated that she loved the attention he was lavishing on her perfect, peach-colored nipples.
Slipping away from her hands, he shifted lower, brushing his mouth across her quivering stomach, licking a circle around her navel. Her scent grew stronger and he knew without a doubt her pussy was wet.
He couldn’t wait to taste her.
Slowly he moved down the length of her body, teasing her. Kissing a path along the outside of her thighs, her knees, her calves, making her moan in frustration. Then moving back up, pushing her legs apart, he kissed the inside of her soft thighs, nibbling the skin there, her fingers impatient as she tried to guide him to where she really wanted him.
“Be patient,” he urged. A frustrated growl sounded low in her throat, making him chuckle.
“I’m actually enjoying this,” she said, flopping back against the pillows and closing her eyes. “Don’t ruin it for me.”
As if he could. Right now, this moment was all about her. He wanted her focused on her pleasure, not worrying about those other silly little things that had distracted her in the past. He took his time kissing her slender inner thighs, making himself crazy with want every time he cast a glance at her pretty pink, glistening center. He enjoyed the way she squirmed as she arched closer to his mouth.
For a woman who said she wasn’t comfortable with this sort of thing, she seemed pretty damn comfortable with him. And he liked that, because it meant that the other guys weren’t doing it for her.
But he was.
“You smell so damn good,” he murmured as he readjusted himself so he was once more face-to-pussy. She slung her arm over her eyes, seemingly embarrassed, but he continued on. “You’re wet, Dee.”
“Lane . . . ” Her voice was a warning he ignored.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” He dropped a kiss just above her pubic hair, then moved lower, his tongue darting out to lick at her swollen clit just once. Just to reassure her he knew exactly where it was. “Fuck, just as good as I thought you’d be.”
She jolted against him when he licked her, and he did it again, and again, circling his tongue around her clit, sucking it between his lips, sliding a finger deep inside her. Delilah groaned so loud it surprised him, and he knew he could make her come like this. It would be so damn easy . . .
A ringtone ripped through the room, startling them both. Followed by another. And another. It was his motherfucking phone.
Worst. Timing. Ever.
Trying to ignore the incessant ringing, he concentrated on bringing Delilah to the brink of orgasm, adding another finger as he started to slip them in and out of her welcoming body. She worked with him, moving her arm away from her eyes so she could watch him. Their gazes held as she set her body to its own rhythm, her hips rising, soft sighs filling the air around them, the ringing long gone.
Until it started up again seconds later, the sound loud and shrill.
Jesus Christ.
Her hips fell, and she released a shuddering breath. “You should go answer it,”
She nodded and remained quiet, which was very un-Delilah-like. Not that he was complaining.
Her compliancy, he had to admit, was a total turn-on.
He kissed her neck, her chest, her small breasts. Drew his tongue in tight circles around one nipple, then the other, before pulling the first one into his mouth and giving it a deep suck. She cupped the back of his head, holding him to her as he continued to suck and lick her nipples, her fingers tight in his hair and making him wince. But he didn’t mind. Her moans and the way she shifted beneath him indicated that she loved the attention he was lavishing on her perfect, peach-colored nipples.
Slipping away from her hands, he shifted lower, brushing his mouth across her quivering stomach, licking a circle around her navel. Her scent grew stronger and he knew without a doubt her pussy was wet.
He couldn’t wait to taste her.
Slowly he moved down the length of her body, teasing her. Kissing a path along the outside of her thighs, her knees, her calves, making her moan in frustration. Then moving back up, pushing her legs apart, he kissed the inside of her soft thighs, nibbling the skin there, her fingers impatient as she tried to guide him to where she really wanted him.
“Be patient,” he urged. A frustrated growl sounded low in her throat, making him chuckle.
“I’m actually enjoying this,” she said, flopping back against the pillows and closing her eyes. “Don’t ruin it for me.”
As if he could. Right now, this moment was all about her. He wanted her focused on her pleasure, not worrying about those other silly little things that had distracted her in the past. He took his time kissing her slender inner thighs, making himself crazy with want every time he cast a glance at her pretty pink, glistening center. He enjoyed the way she squirmed as she arched closer to his mouth.
For a woman who said she wasn’t comfortable with this sort of thing, she seemed pretty damn comfortable with him. And he liked that, because it meant that the other guys weren’t doing it for her.
But he was.
“You smell so damn good,” he murmured as he readjusted himself so he was once more face-to-pussy. She slung her arm over her eyes, seemingly embarrassed, but he continued on. “You’re wet, Dee.”
“Lane . . . ” Her voice was a warning he ignored.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” He dropped a kiss just above her pubic hair, then moved lower, his tongue darting out to lick at her swollen clit just once. Just to reassure her he knew exactly where it was. “Fuck, just as good as I thought you’d be.”
She jolted against him when he licked her, and he did it again, and again, circling his tongue around her clit, sucking it between his lips, sliding a finger deep inside her. Delilah groaned so loud it surprised him, and he knew he could make her come like this. It would be so damn easy . . .
A ringtone ripped through the room, startling them both. Followed by another. And another. It was his motherfucking phone.
Worst. Timing. Ever.
Trying to ignore the incessant ringing, he concentrated on bringing Delilah to the brink of orgasm, adding another finger as he started to slip them in and out of her welcoming body. She worked with him, moving her arm away from her eyes so she could watch him. Their gazes held as she set her body to its own rhythm, her hips rising, soft sighs filling the air around them, the ringing long gone.
Until it started up again seconds later, the sound loud and shrill.
Jesus Christ.
Her hips fell, and she released a shuddering breath. “You should go answer it,”
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