Page 30 of Until Delilah

I didn’t want to bring up yesterday and her being sick. I hadn’t meant for us to have our first kiss in front of God and everyone else, but I lost myself in her. Something I find I do all too often when I’m with her. The draw to Delilah is a visceral thing that I have no intention of ignoring. I pride myself on my instincts and my instincts tell me the woman looking down at me with her big blue eyes is the one for me. I just have to make her see it.

“I’m going to believe it’s from the baby growing inside of you and not that I’ve been lied to all my life about my kissing skills.” I chuckle. I’ve had no complaints in the past. In fact, I’ve only had exemplary remarks, but I’m not going to say that to her.

“Oh, I can attest you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re one hell of a kisser, but maybe you’d like to try it again just to make sure.”

I hum, liking this playful side of her. She’s finally relaxed around me and not fighting what she feels. Because I know for damn sure, Delilah feels exactly what I’m feeling, and it scares the hell out of her.

Cupping the back of her head with the palm of my hand, I pull her down to me until I can smell her minty breath and wait for her to close the distance. I’m only giving her this one last time to take control to make sure this is exactly what she wants, and after that, I’m going to consume her body, mind, and spirit.

Licking her lips, her pupils dilate until the black almost completely takes over her irises. It feels like an eternity as she eliminates the small amount of space between us, but when her lips touch mine, the world stops and takes a breath before it starts all over again.

I sweep my tongue inside her mouth and devour her as she crushes her body to mine. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric of my jeans as she slowly rubs herself on me to the rhythm of our kiss.

There’s nothing I want more than to lay her down on the couch and have my way with her, but I want our first time not to be remembered as desperate even if it is the truth.

Wrapping my arms around her, I stand. Her legs wrap around my waist as she breaks the kiss and nibbles along my jaw. I let one hand slide down her back and slip into the back of her leggings that make her ass look downright delectable. As I walk us upstairs to my bedroom, I find she doesn’t have on any panties and she’s slick and bare for me.

“Fucking hell, woman. I haven’t even seen your pussy yet, and I’m already in love.” I can’t wait to have her spread out on my bed to taste her.

Her teeth latch onto my ear and bite, causing my dick to kick in my jeans. If there was any doubt in my mind about Delilah being made for me, that right there, washed it away.

I quicken my strides and the second I step into my bedroom, I kick the door closed and lock it. No one—and I mean no one is going to interrupt me from taking this woman.

Removing my hand from her leggings, I let her body slide down mine. Once her feet hit the floor, I’m down on my knees and divesting her of every stitch of clothing she has on until she’s standing in front of me, letting me see every inch of her creamy, perfect skin.

“Lean back on the bed,” I order, gruffly. Once she does as I say, I throw her legs over my shoulders, and run my hands up the inside of her thighs, and spread her wide for me. Her bare pussy is pink and glistening just for me, and I can’t wait to get a taste of her.

I start my descent when she grabs my hair and stops me. My eyes dart from where I want to be and then up to her face. “Take off your clothes, big man. I want to be able to see and touch you.”

I swear if it’s possible my dick just grew from its already aching state behind my zipper. I’m happy free it from the confines of my tight jeans.

Standing, I don’t take my eyes off her as I remove my t-shirt and start to unbutton my pants. Delilah gets up on her elbows and watches hungrily as I slowly slide my jeans down my thighs, taking my boxer briefs with them. My hard cock springs free and slaps against my stomach. I can feel a drop of pre-cum make its way down my shaft as I step out of my pants and toss them to the side.

From the hungry look in her eyes, I can tell she likes what she sees, but I still ask. “Do you like what you see, beauty?”

Biting her bottom lips, she nods and motions for me to come closer. As if she had to ask. I’m about two seconds away from diving into her pussy and nothing is going to stop me.

Kneeling at the end of the bed, I hook her legs over my arms, making her open wide for me. I look up to find her still up on her elbows watching me. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.”

Sweeping down, I flatten my tongue as I lick her from back to front in one long lick. The taste of her honey has me plunging my tongue deep into her core to get an even better taste. Delilah’s hips shoot off the bed and she lets out a breathy moan.

Throwing one leg over my shoulder, I suck on her lips and swirl my tongue around her tight bud before I go back to fucking her with it. I can’t get enough of the way she tastes. She’s the finest honey I’ve ever partaken in.

My thumb moves to circle her clit as I lick along her folds and back inside. She writhes against my face, wanting more and I oblige. Switching, I dip two fingers inside and start to pump and use my tongue to lick and circle around her bundle of nerves. When her legs start to shake and she grinds her pussy into my face, I slip a third finger inside, stretching her wide and suck hard on her clit.

One hand pulls at the short strands of my hair while the other grips my bicep like she never wants to let me go.

Delilah’s back arches as her legs clamp around my head, silently begging me not to stop, and I don’t. I keep pumping and licking as her walls clamp down on my fingers. Slowing my fingers until they’re sliding in and out of her in languid strokes, I bring her down. Slowly her body starts to relax into the bed, and she lets out a little purr.

I place a kiss on her inner thigh and crawl onto the bed. My arms wrap around her as I bring us both up to the top of my bed where I leave her to catch her breath. Delilah’s eyes are closed, and she has a serene smile on her face. Without opening them, she turns her head to me. “How am I ever going to get anything done now that I’ve felt your mouth on me? If I’m not forcing you between my legs, I’m going to be daydreaming about it.”

Bringing myself up onto my elbow, I look down at her and chuckle. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Dipping down, I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, needing another taste of her. She opens and sucks my tongue into her mouth.

One second I’m tasting and relishing every part of her mouth and the next she pushes me onto my back and is on top of me. I’m not going to complain though. I like the sight of Delilah sitting on me with her heavy breasts there for me to touch, suck, and weigh.

Reaching around behind herself, Delilah takes me in her hand and starts to stroke as she rubs her ass on me as well. “Tell me your clean,” she pants, her blue eyes intense as they stare down at me.

“Yeah,” I nod, my hands reaching up and pinching the pink tips of her nipples. Fucking hell if I don’t want to slip inside of her bare. In all my years, I’ve never been with a woman that way and now I know why. It’s meant to be with Delilah. “I want to be inside of you without anything between us,” I husk out. I don’t even recognize my own voice it’s so coated with need for her.

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