Page 95 of Bartholomew
“Just like that, baby,” I praised. “Just like that.”
Her breath came in a short staccato rhythm, her breasts lifting at the position, the perfect and welcoming invitation for my hands to take their fill of her. Their weight felt magnificent in my hands, my finger going directly to her nipples where I resumed pinching and twisting until she was near writhing against me.
“I love the way you move against me, Delilah. The way your delectable ass grinds against my cock when you arch your back. So fucking sexy.” Her head fell back against my shoulder, but I pulled away slightly.
“Upright, eyes on the mirror, love. We are just getting started,” I chuckled sweetly. “Do you know what else I love about your body, Delilah?”
She shook her head, making a small little noise instead of speaking. “That’s fine. You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to, not tonight at least. Though I do love when those dirty little words come pouring from your lips. Words like fuck, and oh god, and mercy. Oh, and especially words like cock and pussy. Maybe one day I’ll even get you to say cunt,” I teased, my breath fanning out against the sensitive shell of her ear.
“You like when I talk dirty?” she purred, her eyes finding mine in the mirror’s reflection.
“I do. Fucking hell, I do,” I groaned in delight at the mere thought.
“You like when I say that I love the way your cock feels against my ass?” Oh, the evil little seductress was tempting me now, was she? Two could play that game. And, baby, I played to fucking win.
“I love when your sweet, nearly innocent voice drips with lustful, vulgar phrases. It makes my cock throb and drip for you.” She shivered in my arms. I had a way with words and damn well knew it.
“Fuck, Ollie!”
“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Those dirty fucking little words pouring from your lips, but let us continue.” She nodded her head, her fingers tangling in my hair as we teased one another with our sultry use of the English language.
“Open your legs for me.” Another command and fuck all if she didn’t obey.
“What a good little submissive slut you are,” I chuckled darkly. Her eyebrow raised at my statement, and I clarified, “You are always submissive, Delilah. You are a submissive. That doesn’t disappear just because we aren’t in a scene. You still enjoy obeying my orders in the bedroom, whether I’m Daddy or Ollie.”
She blushed brilliantly, nodding her head as she bit her plump lower lip in the slight sheen of embarrassment.
“Open those thick, delicious thighs and show me that sweet pussy,” I commanded again. Her head fell back slightly against my shoulder, making herself comfortable yet still able to look at the mirror’s image.
“I love these stretch marks. I love the way they shine like silver against your skin, almost unnoticeable. I love these rolls on your tummy,” I continued, my hands moving down her torso and slowly feeling my way over every hill and valley of her body’s landscape.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she scoffed.
“Careful,” I warned. “Rule number one.”
“I didn’t talk bad about myself,” she sassed, that eyebrow cocking up at me with saucy attitude. Christ, she was incredible.
“No, but you were about to skirt your way around it. Rule number one stands. Don’t push it.” I leveled her with a look.
“Why do you love my fat rolls?” she asked, some of her earlier timidness returning by way of shy unease.
“I love these parts of your body because they feel good in my hands. Your body is delicious, curvy, and soft everywhere. When I hold you against me at night, I find comfort in these parts of yourself you loathe so much. They aren’t flaws, my love. Not to me. They are pure and utter joy. They are a part of you that I find comfort and beauty in. You are soft and warm against me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I explained with pure honesty.
“Wouldn’t you rather have a stunning woman like Ruth? Or any of my sisters?” she asked. I read every bit of uncertainty in her voice and my entire being ached to soothe it, to right that wrong her mind had concocted.
“First of all, Ruth may be the best person in this family aside from you, but she’s not at all my type. Truly, I only love her so much because she puts Levi on edge and gives him a lot of shit in her own unique way. That makes her an ultimate baddy in my mind,” I chuckled. “Second, your sisters have so much hate in them that there is no way I could ever find them truly attractive, let alone worthy of my time. Looks may spark an initial interest, but it’s what’s on the inside that forms a true bond. You, my love, have the best of both worlds. Not only are you stunningly beautiful, but your heart, your soul, and your mind captivate me day in and day out.”
Fuck, I tried quickly to correct my train of thought, steering it back to the curves of her body. If I didn’t, I was likely to spill my guts — and therefore my undying love — to her like a heartsick pup, hopeful puppy dog eyes and all.
“Tell me something you love about this part of you,” I urged, quickly trying to change the course of my comments. My hands ran over the softness of her belly as I spoke. She instantly sucked in, trying to make her belly smaller. “Don’t do that,” I corrected her. “I want you exactly as you are.”
With a sigh, she exhaled, releasing her tummy back into my hands as she truly was a work of fucking art.
“Now continue. Tell me something you love about this part of your body.”
“I don’t know that I could name anything,” she admitted quietly.
“Try,” I coaxed, kissing along the line of her neck, showering her with my affection and my support.
