Page 45 of Bartholomew
“Jesus Christ, Delilah, you are a goddess,” I chuckled, kissing her forehead. “If you want to touch me — Well, let me put it this way. If you ever make such a request of me and I tell you that I don’t want to be touched, admit me for a mental health review because I have obviously gone insane. I don’t think there will ever come a day when I do not want your touch,” I explained fervently. She shot me a smile that I felt all the way through my body.
I shifted on the bed, moving to lie back and tucking my hands behind my head.
“It’s quite simple, babygirl. Touch me just as I touched you. Use your fingers, your lips, your tongue. Explore my body as you wish,” I guided her.
“But I want to make sure you feel as good as I did. How do I do that?” she asked with sincerity. I couldn’t help the loud guffaw of a laugh that bubbled up out of my chest.
“Delilah, there is no way in hell that will be a problem,” I chuckled. “But I do understand what you are saying. Just pay attention to reactions. I have no doubt you’ll do amazingly.” I tried to reassure her, stunned that the mere thought of pleasing me was even in her brain after the orgasms she had.
She nodded her head resolutely, and I felt her eyes move over my body. What she did next, however, was the last thing I had expected.
She placed a single fingertip on the underside of my cock, tracing the line from the base of the shaft clear up to the weeping tip.
“Does it always do this?” she asked, her cheeks flushed.
“Leak pre-cum? No. Only when I’m insanely aroused. The same as your sweet pussy does when you are aroused,” I explained, inwardly groaning as my voice came out higher pitched and half a squeak because of her mere touch on my cock. I took a steadying breath, trying not to buck into her hand.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, and I chuckled aloud.
“Yes, but in the best way. It aches for you. It aches for your touch; to be buried inside of you.” Why couldn’t I get my voice under control? I swore this woman turned me into a prepubescent boy with his first erection. I couldn’t help myself. As her fingertip swirled in the pearly liquid gathered at the tip of my cock, I thrust up towards her hand, rocking my hips.
Her head leaned down, placing a kiss on my collarbone.
“Yes,” I sighed, her soft, full lips feeling like burning heat against my skin. Her fingertips continued to move over my length, up and down, exploring my shaft as her other hands traced each line and bump of my abdomen. Her kisses didn’t stop. Moving lightly, almost like the wings of a butterfly, over my chest and shoulders.
“You’re driving me wild, babygirl. Don’t stop. Never stop,” I groaned, giving her as much encouragement as possible as she took this giant leap of confidence before my eyes. Her touch became bolder, the more sounds I made, so I leaned into them.
When her fingers grazed over the flat of my nipple, I groaned. When she took that hardened tip between her fingers and pinched lightly, I gasped.
“Christ, your touch is so good. Keep going. A little harder for me, babygirl.” My words seemed to only strengthen her confidence. She shifted, getting more comfortable as her kisses moved down my stomach. As she reached the area just above my navel, her tongue peeked out from between her lips, licking my skin.
I instantly arched into her, moaning loudly. Images of her tongue on the tip of my cock flooded my brain and refused to vacate.
“Do it again,” I commanded. Her head lifted from my stomach, her eyes finding mine. Holding my gaze, she swiped that tongue over the line between the muscles that bisected my stomach. “Fucking hell, woman,” I cursed.
“Does that feel good?” she whispered against my belly button, and Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I was going to die from it. Delilah touching me was one thing. Her tongue was another. Dirty, filthy words flowing from those sweet lips? Fuck!
“You have no idea, babygirl. It gives me so many thoughts,” I groaned, her tongue licking down lower towards the jut of my hipbone. My cock, so close to her mouth, bobbed against my stomach, leaking over my stomach like a fountain with need for her.
“It jumped,” she whispered in surprise.
“It does that occasionally, especially when I’m this level of turned on,” I explained, my words ending on a lewd groan of need as her hand wrapped fully around my length.
“Show me how, Ollie. Please,” she pleaded, her eyes staring into mine. Unable to respond with actual words — for once in my life — I nodded, wrapping my own larger hand around hers and showing her how to grip as I moved her hand up and down over my length.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I needed to keep my eyes open, to watch this hesitant woman come into her sexual own before my eyes. Fuck! I needed her. Just her.
She picked up the rhythm quickly, and I let my hand fall away. She shifted a moment later, her hand twisting around the head of my cock, slicked with my pre-cum.
“Fuck me, yes! Delilah,” I exclaimed, my hips bucking as her hand continued the motion, teasing the sensitive head of my cock. “Don’t stop, babygirl. Make me feel good. So fucking good.”
My eyes roved over her face, noting how her eyes fixated on my length, the way her tongue licked at her lips.
“Do you want to taste?” I groaned. Her eyes shot to mine and, with her lower lip caught between her teeth, she nodded.
“Say it,” I ordered. Christ, how I wanted to dominate this woman.
“I want to taste you, Ollie,” she whispered. I could have cum in an instant.
