Page 39 of Bartholomew
“Yes, Delilah,” he murmured. His lips pressed small, almost butterfly-like kisses over my temple, closer across my cheek, towards my lips.
“I… I….” I stammered as he pressed his hips closer still. Backwards we moved, one step, then another, until my lower back pressed against the counter’s edge.
“Use those words I know you have, Delilah. Tell me what you want,” he coaxed. I felt like I was floating, dizzy and weightless in this tangled web of confusion and arousal.
“I want…” I trailed off as one of his hands moved up my ribcage while one of his legs slid between mine, pressing closer, grinding against me with a need that something deep within me rose up to answer.
“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me and it’s yours.” His voice was smooth as butter and as sultry as the music playing around us. It was heady and made it almost impossible to speak. The words jumbled in my brain and froze before they ever reached my lips.
“I don’t know,” I finally muttered.
“Do you want me to keep touching you like this?” he purred. I nodded my head, unable to speak.
“Do you want to keep moving like this?” he continued, punctuating his words by swirling his hips against mine. A heat burned low within me, deep within my core that I never wanted to stop.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Delilah?” he groaned, his lips so close to mine his breath mingled with my own.
I nodded once more, but he was quick to stop me.
“Words, Delilah.” His tone was firmer and commanded me to answer. Something in this man called to me inexplicably.
“Kiss me, Ollie. And don’t stop,” I groaned out against his lips. His answering groan was the only warning I got before his fingers gripped onto my hips with a fervor I had not yet seen; before his body pressed into mine, bowing me back over the countertop as his lips claimed mine.
“Delilah…” he groaned, his teeth biting at my lips. The ember that had glowed with warmth deep within me sparked into a flame. I answered his call. My arms wrapped more firmly around his neck as I threw caution to the wind.
“Ollie, please,” I pleaded for something, something new, something real.
Beep, beep, beep!
I pulled away in shock as the timer for the chocolate went off.
“Oh!” I exclaimed as my face flushed brightly. His lips moved to my neck, making me gasp. “Our food is ready.”
“Fuck it.” His words were rough and vibrated sensually against the skin of my throat.
“What?” I balked in confusion as his lips traced over the sensitive lines of my neck.
“Fuck. The. Food. Delilah.” He panted out, punctuating each word with a kiss.
“But—”
“I want to take you to bed,” he spoke firmly, leaving no room for my questioning his words. He wanted me. He wanted me in his bed.
I couldn’t speak. He pulled away. His eyes, pupils dilated with need, found mind, searching for consent.
I could feel myself pulling away, not wanting to believe him.
“No. Please don’t do that, sweetheart. Please don’t close off from me. Be open. Please be open and just be yourself. And, please, for the love of God, let yourself feel pleasure. You deserve pleasure.” His words penetrated the walls I had spent decades building and planted firmly in my mind. This man, my husband, wanted to take me to bed. And I wanted him to.
“Yes.” My words were barely a whisper before his lips found mine again. One quick peck of a kiss and he turned to flip the burner off and remove the pan of sweets off of the stove. Then his lips were on mine again. This was no gentle kiss, however. He claimed my lips with a passion that his previous actions had only hinted at.
I gasped in a single breath before I let myself go, giving in to the pleasure he promised. I clung to him, reveling in the feel of his hands tracing down my body from waist to hip to thigh and then —
“Oh please, no!” I all but screeched as his hands wrapped around the back of my thighs and made to lift me in the air.
“Delilah.” One simple word halted my protests and brought my attention back to him. His eyes locked on mine with an intensity and I could not look away. “Shush and listen. I am a strong man and you? Christ, you are all woman. I’ve got you.”
With that, his hands wrapped around the back of my thighs and lifted me to him, wrapping my legs around his waist as my hands steadied me on his shoulders.
