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“Fuck, I could taste you for hours,” I groaned, finding her lips again. My tongue met hers. Her moan caught between us as we kissed. “Can you taste yourself, love? Do you see how good you taste?”
She groaned, primal and low, her hands pulling my lips back to hers as I pressed my cock into her tight sheath.
“Ollie,” she moaned, her head tilting back, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Fuck, you are sexy like this, baby. Do you like how it feels when my cock stretches that sweet pussy?” I teased, thrusting inside of her again. “Fuck, you are so tight!”
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back.
“Yes, mark me. I want my back covered in your scratches.” I pulled her thighs up higher around my hips, thrusting harder, deeper into her wet cunt. She had me on fire, completely blazing for her sweet pussy.
Her nails dug harder into my back as I pounded into her. My arms wrapped beneath her arched back, pulling her up and into me even further.
“Mine. My Delilah,” I groaned against her skin.
“My Ollie,” she moaned, pulling me all the more tightly to her. “Ollie, I can’t hold back.” Her voice sung higher as she neared that edge.
“Don’t hold back, baby. Cum all over my cock. Flood me. Grip me with that tight pussy,” I urged her, coaxing that orgasm from her with my touch, my cock, my words.
“Ollie!” she screamed, cumming around my hard length, pulling my orgasm from me.
We clung to one another, breathing heavily against each other, not wanting to part in the slightest as we hung there in the blissful aftermath of our lovemaking. That’s what this was. Lovemaking. Not kink. Not fucking.
The words were there, poised on the tip of my tongue.
But I would be damned if the first time I told this woman I loved her would be in the hazy post-coital glow. Still, the fact remained.
I loved this woman.
CHAPTER18
BARTHOLOMEW
“What are you going to do?”
Levi’s question rang in my mind. I didn’t have an answer.
“I’ll figure it out,” I muttered as we drove down the road and out of Zion.
“Just don’t fight it, Ollie. If you have feelings for her, you need to tell her. Honesty and communication are key, especially in kink.” His unsolicited advice was definitely falling on my deaf ears. I didn’t want his brotherly words of wisdom. Not right now.
“It’s not that simple, man, and I really don’t want to talk about it.” I was in a sour mood. It had been one hell of a day listening to Father wax poetic about the importance and responsibilities of being an Elder. “Why does Father insist on prattling on about being an Elder? Like I haven’t gotten the drift yet? What’s the fucking point?”
“I have no idea. He did the same with me, but not nearly to the same extent,” Levi admitted as he drove towards my house. We had been carpooling for the last few days, which had given us an easy way to both leave without one of us being held back by some task or another.
“That’s because you’re the golden child,” I scoffed. He laughed, pulling into my driveway.
“Same time Monday?” he questioned rhetorically.
“Yup. Thanks for the ride, bro. Tell Ruth she deserves better,” I laughed, throwing him a wink as I exited the car and made my way to the front door. I had barely gotten the door open before the amazing aroma of something cooking hit me.
“What is that incredible smell?” I called out into the house, all of my burdens and worries melting away when Delilah came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a tea towel tossed over her shoulder. The smile she gave me could have chased away the darkest rain clouds.
The hell was wrong with me? I was mentally writing poetry about her smile? Christ. I really did love her. And I needed to tell her. But I would stick my dick in a hornet’s nest before I would give Levi the satisfaction of knowing he was right. His ego was inflated enough as it was.
“It’s steak tips in a mushroom sauce. Served with garlic mashed potatoes and roasted carrots,” she answered, wrapping her arms around my waist as I pulled her close.
“I’d marry you all over again for that food, love,” I groaned, kissing the top of her forehead.
