Page 43 of Until Delilah

She nods and starts to bob faster. Her little hands pumping along with her mouth.

I feel myself start to swell, about to blow, and she finishes me off by sucking on my tip and ringing my crown with her tongue. I shoot off in her mouth, trying to keep my hips under control and not gag her as I come down her throat. I quicken my fingers and crook them as I suck hard on her nub.

Delilah lets out a scream that I swear shakes the house as she grinds down on my face and rides me harder and faster until she lays spent on top of me. Her face on my thigh as she pants and shakes.

Holy hell, what a way to come home.

I don’t leave her like that for long. Picking her up, I cradle her in my arms as I walk us into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

She picks her head up and smiles sleepily at me. “Welcome home.”

“Welcome home, indeed. How about we get cleaned up, then we have some dinner, and then I’ll get you all dirtied up again?”

Her eyes light up at that. “I like the sound of that.”

Sticking my hand in to see if the water is warm yet, I find it the perfect temperature and then step inside with her still in my arms.

She looks up at me with a shy smile. I know what she wants. She wants me to fuck her in the shower and what Delilah wants, Delilah gets. At least where my cock is concerned.

“Put me at your entrance if you want me to fuck you,” I say as I nip along her jaw and down the column of her neck.

Not wasting any time, Delilah positions me at her opening and then slowly starts to slide down my shaft. The moment she’s fully seated, I feel her walls flutter around me. I know it won’t take much to bring her over the edge again.

Leaning back against the cool wall, I place one hand at her waist to help her move as I thrust up hard. She moans with each stroke of my cock and her nails dig into my shoulders.

She starts to bounce on my dick like a champion, and the sounds she’s making could make a grown man blush. They only make me harder and spur me on to fuck her harder seeing how fast I can get her to come. Hell, I came only minutes ago and I’m already about to detonate again.

“Don’t stop,” she moans and slips her fingers over her stomach and down to where we’re joined.

Fucking hell, watching her touch herself turns me on unlike anything I’ve ever encountered. “I’m not going to stop. Keep riding my dick like that.”

I take her mouth as she lets out a wail and swallow down the sound. Feeling it all the way in the pit of my stomach. It’s then my balls start to tingle, and I know I can’t last any longer. I latch onto her neck and suck as I let go. Groaning into her soft, wet flesh.

Not wanting it to be over, I kiss and lick along the column of her neck. Sliding my dick in and out of her slowly as I run my hand down her back and up again. I don’t stop until I’ve grown soft and slip out of her.

It’s then I lower her to the ground. She lets her body slide against mine and like I’m a teenager, I get a semi.

Delilah squirts some of my body wash onto her hands and rubs them together. She starts with my shoulders and works her way down. She smirks up at me when she gets to my length.

“You know you’re pretty impressive.”

I let my head fall back, and she washes my cock and then moves to my balls. “And here I thought it was you who was the impressive one for getting me harder than I’ve ever been. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Hmm,” she hums, and moves to squat down and run her hands over my thighs and calves. Holy hell, I never thought having someone bathe me could be so erotic. “I think we make a pretty impressive pair. Don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do. Now, why don’t you stand up, so I can wash your sexy body.” Her eyes spark with lust. I’ve been reading about pregnant women and how horny they can get, and I’m grateful to be reaping the rewards. “First, I want to feed you before I make you come again, but after that why don’t we see just how many times I can make you come before you pass out.”

She stands quickly and hands me her body wash. I try to wash her fast, but the way she looks up at me as if she wants me to consume her has me nearly breaking and when I run my hand between her legs and find her slick, I hike her leg around the crook of my arm and fuck her with my fingers until she can no longer stand. Only then do we step out of the shower with me carrying her back into the bedroom and sitting her down on the bed.

“Let me find you something comfortable and warm to wear. It cooled off pretty quickly while I was gone.” Instead of going to her side of the closet, I grab a sweatshirt of mine for her to wear and a pair of sweatpants for me. I pull out a pair of thick socks from one of the drawers and I find a pair of pajama pants that won’t swallow her whole.

Delilah doesn’t say a word as I dress her in my clothes. She smiles and hums softly as I maneuver her limp body while I dress her.

“Can you walk?” I ask as I bring her to stand. She nods but wraps her hand around my arm for support. With four orgasms, I’m surprised her legs aren’t jelly. I walk us slowly down the stairs and straight to the back door. “Are you ready for dinner?” I ask as I flip on the lights she put up.

“I’m starved.” She says it in a way I’m not sure if she’s talking about food or me. Damn if she’s not insatiable tonight.

“Good. I picked up some of the finest fried chicken, mashed potatoes, cornbread, and greens this side of the state line.”

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