Page 49 of Until Delilah

“I see you like that idea.” He chuckles darkly. “Don’t worry. We’ve got all night to have fun, and I plan to ravish your body until you can’t keep your eyes open.”

There’s nothing better than a man who takes immense pleasure in pleasing his woman, and Max does to the extreme. He knows exactly what I want and how to wring every last bit of pleasure from my body each time we’re together.

“You’ve gone quiet,” he says before taking a bite.

“I’m only thinking of how good you make me feel. Each time gets better and better with you. I wonder if it has anything to do with me being pregnant and the extra blood flow or…” If it’s all Max.

Max responds by winking. “Eat and I’ll show you.”

“I don’t want to rush such an amazing meal.” I try to keep a straight face. There’s nothing that I want more than to give my body over to Max and his skills.

“I’ll make it again. Whenever you want, just eat quicker.”

I can’t help but laugh at his impatience, even though I’m feeling the same way. Perhaps even more so. I can barely sit still on my chair. The need to feel Max inside of me is building with each passing second and it won’t be long until I’m ready to combust.

“Am I eating too slow for you?” I ask, bring my fork to my mouth with intentional slowness.

“You’re not going to think it’s so funny when I spank your ass later for torturing me like this.”

Like that’s a punishment. “All good things come to those who wait.”

“I’ve been waiting for you my entire life. I think the time for waiting is over.”

Even as good as the dinner is he’s made, I set my fork down before I stand up and move to position myself on his lap. I run my fingers through his hair that’s starting to get a little long, but I love it. It gives me something to hold on to when he’s driving me wild with his tongue. “You shouldn’t have to wait a moment longer.”

He places his hands on the table on either side of me and I think he’s going to rip my dress off, but instead, he leans forward, running his tongue along my bottom lip as he moves all the dishes out of the way.

Picking me up by the waist, he sits me on top of the table. I can’t stop watching as his hands slowly move up from my calves to my knees where his fingers disappear under the hem of my dress.

When I glance at Max, his eyes are locked onto where his hands just disappeared to. He must feel me watching him because he looks up and his blue eyes are dark with desire.

“Lean back and let me taste your sweet pussy.” His voice is rough and thick with want.

I’ve barely leaned back on my elbows when he flips up the skirt of my dress and spreads my legs with his wide shoulders.

Dipping down he licks me from back to front and then swirls his tongue around my bundle of nerves giving it a jump start.

He rumbles his approval and then dives deep, spearing my core with his thick tongue. Lick after lick, he makes noises of approval. When his head pops up, he growls out, “You taste sweeter and sweeter every day. If it was possible, I’d keep you pregnant forever.”

“What?” I want to argue but words halt on my tongue when two fingers plunge inside and start to pump, curling in the right spot while he fastens his lips around my clit and starts to suck.

Heat builds deep in my core. My toes curl. Reaching down, I tangle my fingers in his hair and hold Max right where I want him. It won’t take much more before I fall over the edge.

One hand skates up my stomach and pulls down the fabric until my breasts break free. They fall out and pucker as the cool air hits the buds. In tandem, he swirls his tongue around my hardened nub and pinches my nipple.

I arch as pleasure takes over, shooting out of my pores as I groan and grind my core against his face.

Pumping slowly, he brings me down with small thrusts and little licks until I’m flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling, and trembling with aftershocks.

I hear Max and look down my body to find him pumping his shaft with slow strokes.

When did he lose his clothes?

“I love seeing your pussy wet and dripping for me. Now I’m going to fill you with my cum, so I can watch it drip out of you and coat your creamy thighs.”

Fuck, how his dirty words turn me on.

He pumps in languid strokes as he stares at me. “I told you I wanted to show you I love you, but fuck if I don’t want to bend you over this table knowing your succulent tits are pressed against the cool wood and smack that ass of yours until it’s pink while my dick’s inside of you.”

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